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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;DU8BR3k6cSp7ImA9WhRbGUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407539628148409222</id><updated>2012-02-11T13:17:36.719-06:00</updated><category term="elli" /><category term="dailies" /><category term="gracias" /><category term="moments" /><category term="babies" /><category term="keeping it real" /><category term="ministry" /><category term="sisters" /><category term="adventures" /><category term="books" /><category term="traditions" /><category term="prayers" /><category term="milestones" /><category term="Gospel" /><category term="cloth diapering" /><category term="Scripture" /><category term="creativity" /><category term="home" /><category term="daddy" /><category term="recipe" /><category term="birthdays" /><category term="the club" /><category term="running" /><category term="elli-isms" /><category term="church" /><category term="autumn" /><category term="holidays" /><category term="family" /><category term="cousins" /><category term="pooh bear" /><category term="celebration" /><category term="ginger" /><category term="love" /><category term="pregnancy" /><category term="growing" /><category term="friends" /><category term="caroline" /><category term="mischief" /><title>Brown Eyed Blog</title><subtitle type="html" /><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://danielandmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://danielandmegan.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407539628148409222/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10284667206929353368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TbGRkbVVLOc/TjmCV0MV2lI/AAAAAAAAFIg/ctwWnJ2VfhU/s220/_MG_9633%2Bcopysmall.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>473</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/BrownEyedBlog" /><feedburner:info uri="browneyedblog" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU8BR3k4fip7ImA9WhRbGUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407539628148409222.post-3812513564866175570</id><published>2012-02-11T13:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-11T13:17:36.736-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-11T13:17:36.736-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="milestones" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="celebration" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="friends" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="family" /><title>Celebration</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This past weekend was good.&amp;nbsp; Very good, in fact.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not only did we get to enjoy a long weekend with both sets of parents, but we got to celebrate two special little girls!&amp;nbsp; On Saturday, we had Elli's birthday party, which was fun and crazy and silly as only a room full of three-year-old's can be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Loosely western themed, we made construction paper cowboy hats.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We played some "snake in the boot." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We sang "Happy Birthday" to this special girl, who specifically requested blue "tuptates" for her birthday treat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We had a pinata.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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This picture never gets old.&amp;nbsp; He went all Braveheart on that pinata.&amp;nbsp; "Freedom!"&lt;br /&gt;
And Elli was all, "Boys..."&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d7sCBdK2ZRU/TzXT2ZZULPI/AAAAAAAAFo4/hJa_UWMQ1Wc/s1600/IMG_4492zach.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d7sCBdK2ZRU/TzXT2ZZULPI/AAAAAAAAFo4/hJa_UWMQ1Wc/s640/IMG_4492zach.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The bouncy castle was our grand finale, and it never disappoints.&amp;nbsp; Elli has such sweet friends, and having them come over was so special to her!&amp;nbsp; (And thanks to Gwampa for letting me have your pictures!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Although Caroline slept through a good portion of the party, she did get a kick out of the balloons afterward.&lt;br /&gt;
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On Sunday, we got to celebrate Caroline's baptism.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mHuFK8eL4ug/Tza7bfpos6I/AAAAAAAAFpI/60zpmnNfgwg/s1600/_MG_8359merge.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="410" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mHuFK8eL4ug/Tza7bfpos6I/AAAAAAAAFpI/60zpmnNfgwg/s640/_MG_8359merge.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
The service was so sweet and memorable.&amp;nbsp; Caroline didn't cry at all, and we loved having both sets of grandparents there. &lt;br /&gt;
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I loved how after the actual baptism, we walked down the aisle and our brothers and sisters in the Lord had the opportunity to pass the peace to Caroline.&amp;nbsp; You can also see Caroline's favorite part of church in these pictures - name tags.&amp;nbsp; She will dive towards anyone (stranger or friend), as long as they are wearing a name tag.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;
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We praise God for two such special reasons to celebrate! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7407539628148409222-3812513564866175570?l=danielandmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Life is full right now. In a good way, I think.&amp;nbsp; Full of relationships, hard work, and planning.&amp;nbsp; The healthy kind of busy that forces us to reevaluate and prioritize our time, to dig deep into every moment we're given.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;There's some "stepping out of the boat" kinda things going on around here.&amp;nbsp; We are exercising our faith in new ways, reciting &lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Philippians%204:4-9&amp;amp;version=NIV"&gt;Philippians 4:4-9&lt;/a&gt; to our hearts multiple times a day; being stretched beyond what's comfortable.&amp;nbsp; Nothing impressive or earth-shattering, but valuable, nonetheless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;We're having new and important conversations with Elli about Jesus, about sin, about grace.&amp;nbsp; Which brings us to have new and important conversations with our heavenly Father about Jesus, about sin, about grace.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vRgEworZpn0/Txrhy6_wu5I/AAAAAAAAFnY/aFEEUJYaooE/s1600/_MG_8035.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vRgEworZpn0/Txrhy6_wu5I/AAAAAAAAFnY/aFEEUJYaooE/s640/_MG_8035.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We are teaching how to pray and learning how to pray.&amp;nbsp; We are changing and growing and overwhelmed.&amp;nbsp; We are embracing it. Trusting in His goodness, confident that &lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=1%20Thessalonians%205:24&amp;amp;version=NIV"&gt;"He will do it."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;i&gt;Soul, then know thy full salvation&lt;br /&gt;
Rise o’er sin and fear and care&lt;br /&gt;
Joy to find in every station,&lt;br /&gt;
Something still to do or bear.&lt;br /&gt;
Think what Spirit dwells within thee,&lt;br /&gt;
Think what Father’s smiles are thine,&lt;br /&gt;
Think that Jesus died to win thee,&lt;br /&gt;
Child of heaven, canst thou repine.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jesus, I My Cross Have Taken&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;vs.5&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7407539628148409222-8366884831108633342?l=danielandmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is it just me, or do these two look an awful lot alike?&amp;nbsp; Oh, how I love them!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-816_EXLLwq0/TxnR7syik6I/AAAAAAAAFmU/mq4nmK41etM/s1600/_MG_7281.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-816_EXLLwq0/TxnR7syik6I/AAAAAAAAFmU/mq4nmK41etM/s640/_MG_7281.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We were so blessed to get time with Daniel's grandparents as well.&amp;nbsp; Nothing like technology to grab these baby's attention.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KRdHUixuwYQ/TxnR4lS_gGI/AAAAAAAAFmE/mY9PWCqICd8/s1600/_MG_7291.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KRdHUixuwYQ/TxnR4lS_gGI/AAAAAAAAFmE/mY9PWCqICd8/s640/_MG_7291.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Caroline got to play a ton of her favorite game: peek-a-boo. She and Papa even combined it with another favorite: who's that baby in the mirror?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The weather was unseasonably warm (no complaints!) while we were there, so the two older cousins and I made a little trip to the park.&amp;nbsp; They would have stayed for the whole day if I had let them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For living so far apart and seeing each other as seldom as they do, these two are best buds. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Elli has imaginary conversations with Micah all the time, and she's always asking when we get to see him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Even more fun is thinking about what Christmas will look like next year, with a five-year-old, four-year-old, and two eighteen-month-olds.&amp;nbsp; Crazy. Awesome. E-N-E-R-G-Y.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I can't wait.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Caroline took her first sink bath, and LOVED it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The last day, Elli begged to take one too, so I let her.&amp;nbsp; She's grown quite a bit since last time she had a sink bath!&amp;nbsp; They were two little giggle boxes the whole time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We are a game playing family, so there was lots of Catan, Ticket to Ride, and of course, the boys got in their traditional game of Axis and Allies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One night, Daniel and I got to celebrate our five year anniversary at a bed and breakfast, which was actually our first night away together since Elli was born.&amp;nbsp; We had such a great time reminiscing over the past five years, making goals for the next five, and &lt;i&gt;sleeping in&lt;/i&gt;!&amp;nbsp; Many thanks to my parents for watching the girls!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;. I'm so thankful our whole family got to be in town, and we even got to meet Ryan's girlfriend Madeleine.&amp;nbsp; Literally five seconds after she met Madeleine, Elli grabbed her hand and claimed her as her new best friend.&amp;nbsp; She brought her back to her room, closed the door, and when I tried to come in, said, "No, Mommy. You go talk to Untle Ryan."&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, I'm sure there's mischief ahead (see below expression), but for now, sweetie -- you are truly delightful and fun and sweet.&amp;nbsp; Your daddy and I are so crazy about you, Care-Bear.&amp;nbsp; Elli is your biggest advocate and your best friend already.&amp;nbsp; She goes to bed an hour after you do, but she usually tip-toes over to your crib and peeks in at you.&amp;nbsp; Last night she whispered to me, "She's so shweet."&amp;nbsp; She loves to make you laugh, and the only time she makes you cry is when she squeezes you too tightly.&amp;nbsp; You are a loved little girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kFiSRJg-V8k/Tw-el4zt2OI/AAAAAAAAFhc/_2zCb8R_Tjg/s1600/_MG_6417.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kFiSRJg-V8k/Tw-el4zt2OI/AAAAAAAAFhc/_2zCb8R_Tjg/s640/_MG_6417.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The next morning we opened gifts and shared a delicious meal.&amp;nbsp; The princess dress Elli is wearing is one of her favorite gifts. My day pretty much consists of helping her change dresses, one after the other.&amp;nbsp; I love my little girly-girl!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then we drove to my parent's house where I didn't take any Christmas Eve pictures.&amp;nbsp; In fact, we didn't take any more pictures until Daniel opened this beauty the next morning: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No, not the iphone... what's reflected&lt;i&gt; in &lt;/i&gt;the iphone -- a new lens!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh man, it makes a world of difference in the quality of pictures we can take.&amp;nbsp; A gift that will keep on giving! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So of course, we took a lot of pictures to test it out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-keoEdpVx-XU/Tw-zRFHn61I/AAAAAAAAFkE/jXlifBp1UXI/s1600/_MG_6557group.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="532" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-keoEdpVx-XU/Tw-zRFHn61I/AAAAAAAAFkE/jXlifBp1UXI/s640/_MG_6557group.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Elli twirled in her new ballet slippers and tutu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; Caroline just smiled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And we all learned to play Plants vs. Zombies (don't knock it til you've tried it!). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Umm... these are still just from Christmas day. I have sooooo many more.&amp;nbsp; Clearly I'm going to have to be more selective in choosing pictures.&amp;nbsp; More to come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FL4le_H3pkI/Tw3_ametdXI/AAAAAAAAFhE/-r0iOXzK4VE/s1600/_MG_7691.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FL4le_H3pkI/Tw3_ametdXI/AAAAAAAAFhE/-r0iOXzK4VE/s640/_MG_7691.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Where can I go from your Spirit? &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Where can I flee from your presence? &lt;br /&gt;
If I go up to the heavens, you are there; &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;if I make my bed in the depths, you are there. &lt;br /&gt;
If I rise on the wings of the dawn, &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;if I settle on the far side of the sea, &lt;br /&gt;
even there your hand will guide me, &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;your right hand will hold me fast. &lt;br /&gt;
If I say, “Surely the darkness will hide me &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;and the light become night around me,” &lt;br /&gt;
even the darkness will not be dark to you; &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;the night will shine like the day, &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;for darkness is as light to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Psalm 139:7-11&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Grandpa Gene passed away without warning on Friday, December 30. &amp;nbsp;Unexpected as it was, we have all thanked God for the mercy He showed in bringing Grandpa home without suffering. &amp;nbsp;Just a few days earlier, almost the whole family had all gathered to celebrate Christmas together. &amp;nbsp;Grandpa was his usual self - telling stories, playing with all the little kiddos, and showing kindness to all.&lt;br /&gt;
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Grandpa and Grandma with all their grandchildren minus one. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GM-nGGL4LsM/TwHYRROlvqI/AAAAAAAAFgU/ecPFw6hheD0/s1600/Xmas+Day.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GM-nGGL4LsM/TwHYRROlvqI/AAAAAAAAFgU/ecPFw6hheD0/s640/Xmas+Day.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I am so thankful that my two little girls got to be loved on by Grandpa Gene. &amp;nbsp;He was so pleased to be able to make them laugh, and no one could do bird whistles like Grandpa.&lt;br /&gt;
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A few days later, some of our family drove down to the farm to do some shooting, and as my dad says - he was in his element: family, the farm, shooting and overalls.&lt;br /&gt;
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My Uncle Jeff, Michael, Elli and Grandpa. And don't worry - this was just for the photo.&amp;nbsp; Elli did not want to wear the ear protectors, so she didn't get to shoot.&amp;nbsp; :) &lt;br /&gt;
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As I said, Grandpa loved little kids and knew how to make them happy.&amp;nbsp; :)&amp;nbsp; Also note his wedding band.&amp;nbsp; He wore it for 62 years and never took it off.&lt;br /&gt;
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Grandpa was committed to the things he believed were most important: faith, family, and friends; and what a legacy he has left behind him.&amp;nbsp; He will be greatly missed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7407539628148409222-4956918207500023998?l=danielandmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Five years ago, I walked down the aisle and said "I do" to my best friend and love of my life.&amp;nbsp; Since that precious day, we have learned so much about who we are individually (the good, the bad, and the ugly) and how challenging and rewarding it is to mesh two into one.&amp;nbsp; The road has been bumpy at times, but as we mark this milestone of five years, there is one absolutely overwhelming sentiment: thankfulness.&amp;nbsp; God is so gracious, so loving and faithful.&amp;nbsp; If there is anything good in our marriage, it is only by the power of His transforming grace!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(In celebration, I want to share some of my favorite wedding memories.&amp;nbsp; I am so thankful for our photographer, Becca Spears, because her pictures are not only beautiful photographs, but they tell the story so well.)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Because we had an evening wedding, the whole day was full of anticipation and excitement. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pUTe_v5SdRg/Tvoyzh3njGI/AAAAAAAAFeQ/nR9DmHyVlbM/s1600/008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pUTe_v5SdRg/Tvoyzh3njGI/AAAAAAAAFeQ/nR9DmHyVlbM/s640/008.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;We took pictures before the ceremony, so Daniel and I shared a moment together when he first saw me.&amp;nbsp; I can still see his face when he turned around.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Being prayed over by my mom and bridesmaids before the ceremony began. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Waiting... I'm sure my dad remembers the near meltdown that occurred moments after this photo was taken.&amp;nbsp; No cold feet, just the price of all that anticipation!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Being surrounded by so many wonderful friends and family was a profound blessing for both of us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The first thing Daniel did when we exited the nave as Mr. and Mrs. was dip me back for a sweet kiss.&amp;nbsp; So much joy in this moment! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The club.&amp;nbsp; These three women have shared almost every event of my growing up years and are still today my best friends.&amp;nbsp; They know me inside and out.&amp;nbsp; Friendships like these are so rare.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We had some great toasts at our wedding, but perhaps the most memorable was my brother, Michael's. He had us all in stitches. &amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Sa6qydJ7rv8/Tvo5Lmeu0VI/AAAAAAAAFfg/eO39hVIHSo8/s1600/531.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Sa6qydJ7rv8/Tvo5Lmeu0VI/AAAAAAAAFfg/eO39hVIHSo8/s640/531.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;First dance. This was so special because we fell in love while taking a dance class together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When it came to bouquet tossing, I was always the girl who stood in the back and didn't really want to catch the bouquet at weddings.&amp;nbsp; So embarrassing, I thought.&amp;nbsp; For that reason, I surprised the girls at my wedding by throwing a bouquet of several small bouquets so that most of them got one! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T6kQhxXUO88/Tvo6NRgXrzI/AAAAAAAAFfw/HGMoA40eadU/s1600/615.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T6kQhxXUO88/Tvo6NRgXrzI/AAAAAAAAFfw/HGMoA40eadU/s640/615.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And Daniel had me attach a rubber band to my garter so that he could really make it fly.&amp;nbsp; I love the cousins on shoulders.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e574OCcOvak/Tvo6ckTK2mI/AAAAAAAAFf4/bWQhp2CyKyw/s1600/627.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e574OCcOvak/Tvo6ckTK2mI/AAAAAAAAFf4/bWQhp2CyKyw/s640/627.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm probably a little biased (you think?), but our wedding reception was the bomb.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Daniel and I loved every minute of it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I have found the one whom my soul loves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Song of Solomon 3:4 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7407539628148409222-7028728881477109520?l=danielandmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My sweet Elle-belle,&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today you are three, which just seems impossible.&amp;nbsp; You're no longer my little baby and part of me kinda misses your bubbly little infant-self, but at the same time, I'm totally digging your energetic, hilarious toddler-self as well.&amp;nbsp; You make every stage so fun!&amp;nbsp; In a later post, I'm going to let you tell us more about who you are at three years old, but here are a few moments from this past year that I don't want to forget:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;This year was monumental in your life for one simple reason: you opened up your heart to little Caroline and became the world's best big sister.&amp;nbsp; Seeing your eyes light up&lt;a href="http://danielandmegan.blogspot.com/2011/05/sisters.html"&gt; the moment you saw her&lt;/a&gt; (and how you patted your knees, saying, "Right here." because you wanted to hold her) will be one of my most treasured memories.&amp;nbsp; But the thing that really gets me is that you &lt;i&gt;still&lt;/i&gt; light up when you see her!&amp;nbsp; You are so excited to come with me to wake her up from naps, and you are so delighted to spend your days with her.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;If I could bottle up every thing you say, I totally would.&amp;nbsp; Your vocabulary and clarity have increased astronomically this year, and I just adore all your precious toddler thoughts.&amp;nbsp; Beyond the content, you have way of saying things that is all your own.&amp;nbsp; Sometimes I think you sound like you are bilingual (although, sadly you are not), because you will say things like "the house de me."&amp;nbsp; Your 's's tend to sound like 'sh', which can make for some pretty funny moments (for example - "I sitting on the potty), but also make for some adorable words like "shweeming."&amp;nbsp; And finally, I can't get enough of how you say Christmas - it sounds like "Tritmush."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;As I watch videos from earlier this year, I am struck by how fluid and kid-like your movements are now.&amp;nbsp; You add in extra spins and kicks just because you can, and your little strut is just hilarious.&amp;nbsp; We have a lot of dance parties at our house, and girl - you have got some moves!&amp;nbsp; Those are undoubtedly from your daddy.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;One thing you get from both of us is your love of arts and crafts.&amp;nbsp; (I should clarify - the arts are from Daddy, the crafts are from me... I lay no claim to artistic ability whatsoever, but I love me a glue gun!)&amp;nbsp; You will spend the longest time coloring or painting, and you are never happier than when we do a craft project together.&amp;nbsp; Your projects are usually intended by your own choice for someone, although Mommy is not terribly consistent about mailing them to the recipients.&amp;nbsp; :)&amp;nbsp; &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Recently in BSF, you heard the story of Jesus ascending into heaven to sit at the right hand of the Father, and you've been fascinated by this ever since.&amp;nbsp; Often, when we talk about praying to Jesus, you will beg to go "up in da sky and seeeeeee Him!!!"&amp;nbsp; I hope and pray your desire to see and know your loving Maker will always be this strong!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;I could go on and on.&amp;nbsp; You bring our family so much joy and laughter; you are a kind and loving daughter and friend.&amp;nbsp; Your daddy and I feel so blessed to have you as our firstborn daughter, our family's big sister, and our little friend and companion.&amp;nbsp; God is so good!&lt;br /&gt;
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Love you so much.&lt;br /&gt;
Mommy&lt;br /&gt;
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Life is busy and full and fun and blessed.&amp;nbsp; Daniel and I have never felt so tired, but neither have we felt so joyful.&amp;nbsp; God has been so good!&amp;nbsp; Here's a little peek into what's going on around here: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;ul style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;We're so excited to see our family soon!&amp;nbsp; Elli's countdown chain is getting shorter and shorter, and she is asking me all of the time to go see Gwampa and Mia or Mitah or Papa and Nona.&amp;nbsp; Her most recent request was "my fwend," and I had no idea who she was referring to until she showed me the Christmas card we got in the mail from her friend Averie. I love that one of my childhood best friend's little girl is one of her first friends!&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Christmas music is on pretty much 24/7 around here. Loving it! Except, can anyone tell me why Taylor Swift chose to cover "Last Christmas"???&amp;nbsp; Most. Annoying. Song. Ever.&amp;nbsp; Okay, moving on. This year has been so much fun because it is our first year in a house, so we can dream about not only this year's traditions, but for the next several years.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Baby-proofing is in full swing.&amp;nbsp; Caroline is not only scooting around, but she has started rocking back and forth on her hands and knees.&amp;nbsp; Any day now, she's going to figure out that crawling thing!&amp;nbsp; The baby gate is handy, outlet covers in place, etc, but the most challenging part is "baby-proofing" Elli's toys.&amp;nbsp; In some ways, I'd rather she not be sharing her toys just yet!&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Daniel and I are gearing up for training for the Country Music Half-Marathon in April.&amp;nbsp; The geek in me just loves to come up with a training schedule in excel.&amp;nbsp; (Now... how to translate that enthusiasm to actually logging the miles?)&amp;nbsp; Most of my runs recently have been pushing two kiddos in the Bob (of which I am still singing the praises!), and I think the furthest I've been able to go is 2.5 pushing those sweet 50+ pounds.&amp;nbsp; I think all those short runs are paying off, however, because this week I've been able to grab a couple of solo runs this week and went over 4 miles both times!&amp;nbsp; I'm so thankful to be feeling more like myself these days, and looking forward to getting back into pre-prego shape (and jeans).&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Elli's vegetable intake has skyrocketed since Caroline has started eating solids.&amp;nbsp; She's always been a good eater, but now she wants peas whenever Caroline gets peas, carrots when she gets carrots.&amp;nbsp; No problem-o!&amp;nbsp; Caroline has tried green beans, carrots, butternut squash, peas, avocado, peaches, bananas, apples, and pears.&amp;nbsp; The only one that caused any trouble was the apples, believe it or not, so we'll be waiting a little longer for those.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;I joined the wonderful world of Pinterest.&amp;nbsp; I've held off so long because the last thing I need in my life right now is a time vacuum, but my web browser bookmarks were getting a little ridiculous.&amp;nbsp; So, come find me on there so we can share brilliant ideas!&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Daniel is spending every spare daylight hour (and some flashlight hours) building our fence.&amp;nbsp; Fortunately our neighbors on either side have privacy fences already, so we're just connecting them to the side of our house, but what we thought would take one Saturday has been rain-delayed for almost a week now.&amp;nbsp; For all the months we've been in a terrible drought, this week has been rainy almost every day!&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;We are so enjoying how much the girls are enjoying each other.&amp;nbsp; Cara's sweet and funny personality is shining through more and more, and Elli's imagination and playfulness bring us constant entertainment!&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was my first time in Colorado during the colder seasons, and of course Elli's first time ever!&amp;nbsp; When we were driving up through the mountains, she kept saying, "So boo-uh-ful, Mommy!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I couldn't agree more!&amp;nbsp; The cabin we stayed in had tons of huge windows all around, so there was beauty everywhere we looked.&amp;nbsp; And snow.&amp;nbsp; Something we don't get to see a whole lot of here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Elli LOVED the snow, and wanted to get out in it as much as she could. Most of the time it was pretty cold, but one day the high was in the 50s, so we took advantage and partook in some wintertime activities. Elli had a blast on the sled, both riding and pulling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KnRubSHK7TY/Tuq75TzLFNI/AAAAAAAAFdM/esakOIpD-xw/s1600/_MG_5622.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KnRubSHK7TY/Tuq75TzLFNI/AAAAAAAAFdM/esakOIpD-xw/s640/_MG_5622.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Another blessing of being in Colorado was getting to spend some quality time with Daniel's grandparents.&amp;nbsp; They got to meet Caroline and very graciously helped watch all the kiddos while a group of us went skiing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QsZkf_2zFag/Tuq_PMbnB1I/AAAAAAAAFd0/fqARMGnbMxE/s1600/_MG_5625.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QsZkf_2zFag/Tuq_PMbnB1I/AAAAAAAAFd0/fqARMGnbMxE/s640/_MG_5625.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Caroline soaked up all the loving from her family.&amp;nbsp; A huge thank you to our friends Chris and Alli for letting us borrow some ski gear, and to their little man Des for letting Caroline borrow his cold weather gear.&amp;nbsp; She was warm and toasty and somehow even more squeezable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hopefully someone (cou-brian-gh) will send me some pictures from skiing.&amp;nbsp; Daniel and I had never been together, and I'd never been "real" skiing.&amp;nbsp; The guy helping me rent skis actually laughed when I told him I'd been skiing in Kansas.&amp;nbsp; Yeah, Colorado skiing is a little different.&amp;nbsp; Fortunately the basic mechanics are the same, because I felt like it came back pretty quickly.&amp;nbsp; Daniel and I had a blast together and hope to go again soon!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Of course, the trip would not have been complete without Elli's first snowman. She had been talking about it for weeks leading up to the trip, and it did not disappoint! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We have so much to be thankful for, and this trip was such a special way to celebrate God's goodness to our family!&amp;nbsp; We can't wait to see them again soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I grew up with three brothers, so my mom and I were usually outnumbered when it came to movie selection at our house.&amp;nbsp; Can you blame me that I'm beginning a yearly tradition of watching Little Women with my girls?&amp;nbsp; Caroline lasted about five minutes, but Elli surprisingly loved every minute of the movie!&amp;nbsp; I fully expected to watch about twenty minutes this year, but she cuddled with me through the whole movie.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And an added bonus? Elli thinks Daniel looks like Christian Bale.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Booyah, I'm married to Batman!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7407539628148409222-11532453125808762?l=danielandmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Of course, all of Elli's long forgotten baby toys are suddenly the coolest things ever, so we are having a lot of conversations about kindness and sharing around here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Even with these new challenges, Elli continues to be the sweetest big sister, always watching out for her little sis and showing lots of affection.&amp;nbsp; I love these precious sisters! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We made a Thankful Tree this year.&amp;nbsp; Whenever we sat down to dinner together, we would talk about something we were grateful for this year.&amp;nbsp; Elli enjoyed the whole process and seemed to understand what we were doing.&amp;nbsp; We tried to emphasize that we are saying "Thank you" to God for his great kindness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Her answers were both sweet and humorous (bears made the list!), but what struck me was how she would repeat answers.&amp;nbsp; There were multiple "Daddy" and "Ginger" leaves.&amp;nbsp; At first I was trying to get new answers from her, but was convicted that the Lord never gets tired of hearing the same prayer from us.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When we looked back to last year, it's incredible to see what the Lord has done.&amp;nbsp; There are the obvious, external blessings - Caroline, great jobs, our new home.&amp;nbsp; And then there are those blessings that are more difficult to articulate - growth in our marriage, the gift of friendships, and a deeper walk with the Lord&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;God is good.&amp;nbsp; All the time.&amp;nbsp; Amen!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7407539628148409222-7570655033745360764?l=danielandmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HzTAaa50qNM/Tt6ohTWIHfI/AAAAAAAAFbc/PUpBWZSqyw8/s1600/_MG_5944group.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HzTAaa50qNM/Tt6ohTWIHfI/AAAAAAAAFbc/PUpBWZSqyw8/s640/_MG_5944group.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
But what could I do?&amp;nbsp; I have two littles and memories to make!&amp;nbsp; So, we grabbed the camera and drove to the Christmas tree &lt;strike&gt;farm&lt;/strike&gt; tent.&amp;nbsp; Yeah... tent.&amp;nbsp; And you know what?&amp;nbsp; That whiff of pine as we walked in... the pleasure Elli found in seeking out the perfect "tritmut tree"... they began to work their magic.&amp;nbsp; By the time Daniel and his little elf/shadow got the tree up, I had caught it. &amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lZCeH5VJaY0/Tt6oirkqhPI/AAAAAAAAFbk/tEV0KILXizc/s1600/_MG_5986group.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lZCeH5VJaY0/Tt6oirkqhPI/AAAAAAAAFbk/tEV0KILXizc/s640/_MG_5986group.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That twinkling-lights-loving, eggnog-craving, Mariah-Carey-belting feeling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TmisL9fth7w/Tt6ogK3Z-SI/AAAAAAAAFbU/PW-mDQBGeZ0/s1600/_MG_6111.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TmisL9fth7w/Tt6ogK3Z-SI/AAAAAAAAFbU/PW-mDQBGeZ0/s640/_MG_6111.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;So we hung ornaments on the tree the next morning.&amp;nbsp; Our radio is set to the 24 hour Christmas music station.&amp;nbsp; And we will be making sugar cookies pretty soon.&amp;nbsp; And it's awesome.&amp;nbsp; The magic is reflected in Elli's voice as she oohed and ahhed over every single ornament.&amp;nbsp; Her sweet transparency when we plugged in the lights the next morning, "Oh Mommy. That tree make me happy."&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In the midst of all this "not feeling" and "feeling" I am reminded of a truth the Lord's been teaching me this year.&amp;nbsp; Feeling follows doing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't always &lt;i&gt;feel like&lt;/i&gt; going for a run. &lt;br /&gt;
I don't always &lt;i&gt;feel like&lt;/i&gt; showing my husband affection.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't always &lt;i&gt;feel like&lt;/i&gt; stopping what I'm doing to take advantage of a teachable moment with Elli.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't always&lt;i&gt; feel like&lt;/i&gt; giving forgiveness when I've been wronged.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't always &lt;i&gt;feel like&lt;/i&gt; spending time in the Word at the crack of dawn.&lt;br /&gt;
I don't always &lt;i&gt;feel like&lt;/i&gt; changing another poopy diaper. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay... so there are a few things that I will probably never feel like doing, but you get what I'm saying. I find that as I walk in obedience, God is faithful to fill me with His Spirit so that my heart becomes more like His.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7407539628148409222-1195781560864253045?l=danielandmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We spent a lot of the weekend just hanging out and enjoying each other.&amp;nbsp; Daniel's parents brought some old home videos with them, so we enjoyed getting a peek into Daniel as a little boy.&amp;nbsp; After a few too many of them made Daniel feel a little motion sick, we took a break and walked to Elli's "my blue park." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jGIs4zLDv5M/TtpUW0R8vvI/AAAAAAAAFak/S8N3sUhwJxE/s1600/_MG_5155group.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="456" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jGIs4zLDv5M/TtpUW0R8vvI/AAAAAAAAFak/S8N3sUhwJxE/s640/_MG_5155group.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Note the cowboy boots, Elli's footwear of choice lately.&amp;nbsp; I guess Texas is having a bit of an influence.&amp;nbsp; :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3yPHiM9PoxI/TtpUimT8III/AAAAAAAAFas/QVSgRKm_Ytw/s1600/_MG_5270.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3yPHiM9PoxI/TtpUimT8III/AAAAAAAAFas/QVSgRKm_Ytw/s640/_MG_5270.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The rest of Saturday was spent crafting and watching the football game.&amp;nbsp; Elli and her Nonna did a lot of crafting this weekend, and I think they were both in their happy place!&amp;nbsp; Our kitchen wall was covered by the time they went home!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l4G1fix8ymY/TtpVucIrt0I/AAAAAAAAFa8/tIBaaKfsu-Y/s1600/_MG_5304group.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l4G1fix8ymY/TtpVucIrt0I/AAAAAAAAFa8/tIBaaKfsu-Y/s640/_MG_5304group.jpg" width="532" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I love this picture... Caroline was unusually snuggly after her nap, so she got cozy on Daddy's chest.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;On Monday, while the men worked, the girls took a trip to the zoo.&amp;nbsp; I love this sweet picture of Elli and her Nonna!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ygYjUAbBY9I/TtpUv0s338I/AAAAAAAAFa0/SJh84oQ40Yc/s1600/_MG_5355.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ygYjUAbBY9I/TtpUv0s338I/AAAAAAAAFa0/SJh84oQ40Yc/s640/_MG_5355.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's fun to see Caroline begin to actually notice and enjoy the animals at the zoo.&amp;nbsp; More and more she is really aware of and involved with what's going on around her. Elli is getting braver around the birds, although still not touching them, and the train continues to be a highlight for Elli.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;1. snuggly girl&amp;nbsp; 2. blueberry batter&amp;nbsp; 3. feeling more like myself&amp;nbsp; 4. reading to little sis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dZ7K1iPK0YM/TsXL626C-jI/AAAAAAAAFZg/quduZ1s4qUo/s1600/IMAG1990group.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dZ7K1iPK0YM/TsXL626C-jI/AAAAAAAAFZg/quduZ1s4qUo/s640/IMAG1990group.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1. new couch and rug!&amp;nbsp; 2. our art wall&amp;nbsp; 3. new shelf in the kitchen + Elli's pinecone turkey&amp;nbsp; 4. ice cream &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N6hO1BNiXIM/TsXL8YZZhJI/AAAAAAAAFZo/YmZ339zsdqw/s1600/IMAG1994group.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="384" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N6hO1BNiXIM/TsXL8YZZhJI/AAAAAAAAFZo/YmZ339zsdqw/s640/IMAG1994group.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;1 + 2 crafting cousins&amp;nbsp; 3. sometimes the peace is worth the mess&amp;nbsp; 4. chew chew chew&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LFVI32rjuZg/TsXL9jHjy2I/AAAAAAAAFZw/o6sc3RQhSoo/s1600/IMAG1831group.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LFVI32rjuZg/TsXL9jHjy2I/AAAAAAAAFZw/o6sc3RQhSoo/s640/IMAG1831group.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;1. I did it!&amp;nbsp; 2. animal creations by Elli&amp;nbsp; 3. cutie&amp;nbsp; 4. Toy Story buddies riding her animal creations&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wCJ8Lvn0m2k/TsXNmZ9BveI/AAAAAAAAFaQ/KcaECUN8UwU/s1600/IMAG1882group+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wCJ8Lvn0m2k/TsXNmZ9BveI/AAAAAAAAFaQ/KcaECUN8UwU/s640/IMAG1882group+copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;1. love the thumb-sucking!&amp;nbsp; 2. this. never. happens.&amp;nbsp; 3. jumping bean&amp;nbsp; 4. someday I'm really not going to be able to find him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bIJ-I65IlU8/TsXL__ojk8I/AAAAAAAAFaA/sDnr8u7hfRY/s1600/IMAG1886group.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bIJ-I65IlU8/TsXL__ojk8I/AAAAAAAAFaA/sDnr8u7hfRY/s640/IMAG1886group.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;1. chalkboard painted cupboard&amp;nbsp; 2. little ladybug (sorry for the blur!)&amp;nbsp; 3. I eat these like candy&amp;nbsp; 4. Elli's introduction to the chicken hawk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FfODqRFsL9w/TsXMAwVNgtI/AAAAAAAAFaI/-asho48ju80/s1600/IMAG1977group.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FfODqRFsL9w/TsXMAwVNgtI/AAAAAAAAFaI/-asho48ju80/s640/IMAG1977group.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7407539628148409222-2704705363367563408?l=danielandmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Our church held a family fall festival at a mini-amusement park.&amp;nbsp; We had so much fun hanging out with our church family and meeting many of our neighbors.&amp;nbsp; I had envisioned a cute picture of the girls together in their costumes, but Elli wasn't really into hers for most of the evening, so there wasn't really an opportunity.&amp;nbsp; I did, however, manage to get a picture with my two moo-moo's!&amp;nbsp; Daniel's costume was a huge hit with both kids and adults, and he even scored a free lunch that day at Chick-Fil-A!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7ud8IXnk8JU/TryC6oJlBDI/AAAAAAAAFYo/y0uSX29U4dE/s1600/_MG_4907.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="456" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7ud8IXnk8JU/TryC6oJlBDI/AAAAAAAAFYo/y0uSX29U4dE/s640/_MG_4907.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Caroline reused Elli's ladybug wings and tutu from &lt;a href="http://danielandmegan.blogspot.com/2010/11/little-ladybug.html"&gt;last year.&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; I knit her a hat, and my mom added the pom-poms to complete the outfit.&amp;nbsp; On Wednesdays, while I attend a lunch with our church's high school students, Elli and Caroline hang out with our friends Anna and Erin (and their mom).&amp;nbsp; Anna and Caroline were both ladybugs, and Erin was a bumblebee and an excellent face painter!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1AXjBEhonJY/TryC-lTqJQI/AAAAAAAAFY4/3VBrK0qTEK4/s1600/_MG_4820group.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="496" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1AXjBEhonJY/TryC-lTqJQI/AAAAAAAAFY4/3VBrK0qTEK4/s640/_MG_4820group.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our pastor, Matt, got his face painted green to be a Jedi Yoda.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1SICY7yvFDc/TryC_hhsNEI/AAAAAAAAFZA/R5nN82M79SU/s1600/_MG_4863.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1SICY7yvFDc/TryC_hhsNEI/AAAAAAAAFZA/R5nN82M79SU/s640/_MG_4863.JPG" width="456" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Caroline was a little confused at first by here daddy's costume but warmed up pretty quickly.&amp;nbsp; Elli LOVED the rides at the park!&amp;nbsp; She wanted to go again and again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M3wI_ae4_P4/TryDA0OCSEI/AAAAAAAAFZI/8YS3YmuZEOM/s1600/_MG_4886group.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="576" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M3wI_ae4_P4/TryDA0OCSEI/AAAAAAAAFZI/8YS3YmuZEOM/s640/_MG_4886group.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Possibly her favorite ride was the inflatable slide.&amp;nbsp; Her first time she was nervous going up the slippery ramp, but after a few times, she was flying up the ramp.&amp;nbsp; Here she is going down with her friends Susannah and Anna.&amp;nbsp; Caroline was content to watch.&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dwGNNfFlASA/TryC9clZm_I/AAAAAAAAFYw/KRgKq1CS-48/s1600/_MG_4809group.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dwGNNfFlASA/TryC9clZm_I/AAAAAAAAFYw/KRgKq1CS-48/s640/_MG_4809group.jpg" width="580" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When we got home, there were still several trick-or-treaters out in our neighborhood.&amp;nbsp; Actually, there were way more than I expected - my dad had to rush out to get more candy! Daniel and I took Elli to a few houses on our block, and I'm pretty sure we made an impression on the neighbors.&amp;nbsp; Not sure exactly what kind of an impression...&amp;nbsp; :)&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C0GjyPpwUis/TryEZSOvfbI/AAAAAAAAFZQ/F4JN-v-sMJk/s1600/snuggles+004crop.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C0GjyPpwUis/TryEZSOvfbI/AAAAAAAAFZQ/F4JN-v-sMJk/s640/snuggles+004crop.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7407539628148409222-7481194950237909209?l=danielandmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I love this picture!&amp;nbsp; Elli loves her little sister so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our train ride was just a little bit chilly this time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On Saturday, we went pumpkin patching again and decided to try a new one.&amp;nbsp; Elli was out by the time we got there.&amp;nbsp; I mean &lt;i&gt;out&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Thank goodness for the bouncy castle, because waking a sleeping &lt;strike&gt;bear&lt;/strike&gt; toddler is always dangerous.&amp;nbsp; This bouncy castle was big enough to allow adults, and Elli was so excited to play ring around the rosy with all of us!&amp;nbsp; That smile says it all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As we drove up to this patch, you can imagine my disappointment when the maze turned out to be a cheap wooden frame with black plastic trash bags for barriers.&amp;nbsp; Elli was not bothered in the least, however, and figured out pretty quickly that she had the advantage in hide and seek.&amp;nbsp; Don't get me started on the skinny jeans.&amp;nbsp; Love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our little family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Monday was Halloween, but I'll post those pictures separately.&amp;nbsp; What you need to know is that Elli was a "moo-moo," as requested.&amp;nbsp; Her costume was simple: a white sweatshirt with spots painted on, black leggings, a headband with ears, and a tail. Well, she wore the tail and ears all Monday long.&amp;nbsp; All Monday until it was time to put her costume on, that is.&amp;nbsp; She most definitely did not want to wear them to our church's fall festival or trick-or-treating on our street.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She did, however, want to wear the tail the next morning to the zoo.&amp;nbsp; :)&amp;nbsp; After playing with the lion statues, she pretended to be a lion herself, walking along on all fours.&amp;nbsp; I love this girl's imagination!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Then we actually got to hear the lion roar!&amp;nbsp; And Caroline was captivated by the ostrich... and her Mia.&lt;br /&gt;
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The girls and their Grandpa and Mia. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Micah and Elli spent the majority of their time running around the little hay bale maze.&amp;nbsp; They loved chasing and being chased, hiding and being found.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g8o7oKMsCug/TrXw_kP4TWI/AAAAAAAAFU0/hVFDALh-cww/s1600/_MG_3844group.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="576" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g8o7oKMsCug/TrXw_kP4TWI/AAAAAAAAFU0/hVFDALh-cww/s640/_MG_3844group.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A new (cuter) take on American Gothic? &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;You can't go to the patch without getting a pumpkin!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;It was hard to get them out of the corn, and let me just say, I'm still finding kernels in my car!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was their reaction when I told them there was a monkey in my camera.&amp;nbsp; I was hoping they would laugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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And of course making yummy food.&amp;nbsp; Lots of yummy food.&amp;nbsp; (Good thing it's also perfect running weather!)&amp;nbsp; I love to try new recipes, and this year there were some major winners in my book!&amp;nbsp; Roasted Butternut Squash and Cauliflower Pasta (in the September issue of Martha Stewart Living), &lt;a href="http://tastykitchen.com/blog/2011/09/pumpkin-cornbread/"&gt;Pumpkin Cornbread&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://www.twopeasandtheirpod.com/baked-pumpkin-donut-holes/"&gt;Baked Pumpkin Donut Holes&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; All fabulous recipes that I will be pulling out of my recipe folder for many autumns to come.&lt;br /&gt;
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I want to share with you one of my very favorite recipes of all time, and although good year round, fall is it's native country.&amp;nbsp; Warm and cozy, this is my ultimate comfort food, and the best part is, it's also really healthy!&amp;nbsp; Perfect to balance out the other decadent dishes of this season.&amp;nbsp; Also, this is one of the few dishes that Elli always asks for seconds of (sometimes thirds!), and even though Daniel is not usually a fan of sweet potatoes, he loves this one!&amp;nbsp; So, brew some tea (&lt;a href="http://www.harney.com/Details.cfm?ProdID=3919&amp;amp;category=0&amp;amp;secondary=0"&gt;I'm drinking Harney &amp;amp; Sons Holiday&lt;/a&gt;), read on, and then add this to next week's menu plan.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Roasted Sweet Potato and Apple Soup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The &lt;a href="http://www.realsimple.com/food-recipes/browse-all-recipes/roasted-sweet-potato-apple-soup-00000000006606/index.html"&gt;original recipe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is from Real Simple, but it's one of those recipes that it's really hard to mess up.&lt;br /&gt;
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You didn't really think I wouldn't have any pictures of littles, did you?&lt;br /&gt;
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Make sure sweet potatoes are the star, but you could put pretty much any vegetable in this soup.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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I was running low on time yesterday, so I chopped up my sweet potatoes to help them roast more quickly.&amp;nbsp; You can totally roast them whole if you prefer.&amp;nbsp; The recipe tells you to scoop out the insides and leave the skin, but trust me, you'll never notice the difference.&amp;nbsp; Plus, all those vitamins and nutrients are concentrated in the peel; why would you want to miss out on that?&lt;br /&gt;
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Roast in the oven at 400 degrees until tender.&amp;nbsp; Your kitchen will soon be filled with the most amazing aroma.&lt;br /&gt;
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Let your olive oil heat up and then saute on med-high until soft (about 10-15 minutes)&lt;br /&gt;
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Play around with whatever spices you choose.&amp;nbsp; Recently, I've been enjoying a curry powder (no, I'm not cool enough to make my own), ginger, and red pepper mix.&amp;nbsp; Go with your gut and start small.&lt;br /&gt;
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Okay, not many picturess of this step because it takes too many hands.&amp;nbsp; Mix in your sweet potatoes to the sauteed veggie mix, add your spices, then pour in water.&amp;nbsp; If you've got a little leftover broth, feel free to throw that in there too, but water is all you need!&amp;nbsp; The recipe calls for 6 cups, but I usually think that is too much.&amp;nbsp; Put enough water so that it begins to look like a soup, but doesn't completely cover everything.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;Okay, the tricky part.&amp;nbsp; I make a little assembly line for this step, but be prepared... it's a little messy.&amp;nbsp; Scoop out some of the soup into your blender and puree until smooth and creamy.&amp;nbsp; You could also use a food processor if you like.&amp;nbsp; Then pour into an extra bowl.&amp;nbsp; Repeat until all your soup is pureed, then wash out any remaining bits from your pot before returning the pureed soup to the pot.&lt;br /&gt;
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Eat it plain or top with cilantro and pumpkin seeds like we did yesterday, or toasted garlic and parsley, or a pretty swirl of cream... whatever sounds good!&lt;br /&gt;
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Her favorite words right now are, "I do it, Mommy!"&amp;nbsp; And the cool part is?&amp;nbsp; Most of the time she does.&amp;nbsp; She puts on her own shoes, buckles half of her car seat, and likes to choose her own clothes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;She loves to twirl around in her frilliest dresses, although her favorite is the "purtle choo-choo dress" (purple tutu dress -- it took Daniel and I a while to figure that one out!).&amp;nbsp; She is constantly pretending things, like her "camera" below, and having imaginary conversations with any and all of her toys.&amp;nbsp; The current favorite is her robot that Daddy built out of duplos and her toy vacuum.&amp;nbsp; Yup.&amp;nbsp; She carries the vacuum around the house with her, talks to it, feeds it, disciplines it.&amp;nbsp; Never a dull moment around here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6MHdJXwcyl4/TqcKRw1dw2I/AAAAAAAAFSw/hJ5KAmMJcnI/s1600/_MG_4141bw.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6MHdJXwcyl4/TqcKRw1dw2I/AAAAAAAAFSw/hJ5KAmMJcnI/s640/_MG_4141bw.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Elli continues to embrace being a big sister!&amp;nbsp; She was thrilled that Caroline was going to be sleeping in the same room with her.&amp;nbsp; Every morning she greets her baby sister with, "Dood mornin' shweet durl!" and a hug and kiss. Daniel and I feel so blessed to have Elli as our daughter.&amp;nbsp; She keeps us hopping for sure, but she adds so much laughter and sweetness to our family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7407539628148409222-4584324323898592470?l=danielandmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She nurses about every 3-4 hours and has tried a few bites of cereal, mostly for practice at this point.&amp;nbsp; I've realized that starting solids is probably a bigger transition for me than anything else!&amp;nbsp; Mealtimes are about to get a little crazy!&amp;nbsp; She loves all the attention Elli gives her when I do feed her.&amp;nbsp; "Good job, Yai-yai!&amp;nbsp; You do it!&amp;nbsp; You do it!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;She continues to be a great sleeper, taking two long naps and one cat-nap during the day, and then sleeps about twelve hours at night.&amp;nbsp; She went through a phase where she would wake up around five in the morning and just chatter away.&amp;nbsp; I am hoping we are done with that!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Her little personality is definitely starting to peek out, which is really fun!&amp;nbsp; She is relatively quiet, especially in public.&amp;nbsp; In fact, she just plain loves to be home, becoming very happy and active when we walk through our door.&amp;nbsp; She is easy-going and really only cries when something is wrong.&amp;nbsp; She laughs the hardest for her daddy, especially when he "helps" her chase Elli around the house. Like her sister, she is very curious and wants to be held so she can see what is going on around her.&amp;nbsp; A bundle of joy, we just can't help but smile every time we see her!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We love you, little lady!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7407539628148409222-7080801834648862446?l=danielandmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;This girl could hardly stand the suspense while we waited for them to come.&amp;nbsp; She stood at the bottom of the driveway, and every car that drove by, she said, "Is that Daddy's car?"&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Day 1&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
Every great vacation begins in a bouncy castle, right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh the joy! Oh the goofiness! Oh the static electricity!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These two are such good buds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We snuggled, and played, and practiced looking absolutely adorable... not that they needed any.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In the evening we walked to a sweet little Italian restaurant for some dinner. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's the best picture I got of all four of them together. Precious kiddos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Day 2&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
We visited the pumpkin patch our second day, and I'll save all those pictures (there are a lot!) for another post.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Day 3&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;We walked to Elli's beloved "blue park" and enjoyed a picnic lunch in the &lt;i&gt;perfect&lt;/i&gt; fall weather.&amp;nbsp; Okay, and I might be a little biased, but we have two of the happiest little babies ever.&amp;nbsp; Brynn and Caroline were so easy to take wherever we went. &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;In the evening, Daddy/Uncle Dan helped them paint the pumpkins they had brought home from the patch.&amp;nbsp; Despite their cheesy grins, Elli and Micah took this project &lt;i&gt;very&lt;/i&gt; seriously.&amp;nbsp; They were absolutely silent as they focused on their painting project.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;We were so sad to say goodbye (Elli cried heartbreaking tears as they backed out of the driveway), but we are even more excited to see them all again (plus everyone else we were missing) at Thanksgiving!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7407539628148409222-4805381383560250010?l=danielandmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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