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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;C0UFSHY4cSp7ImA9WhRQGUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2465302015563996050</id><updated>2011-12-15T14:33:39.839-06:00</updated><title>Random Stuff About Us</title><subtitle type="html">Random musings about me, my hubby, our two kids and our naughty doggie.</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dlprenkert.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://dlprenkert.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2465302015563996050/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>LauraP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09606886281769231710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>297</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/RandomStuffAboutUs" /><feedburner:info uri="randomstuffaboutus" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0EMSH48fCp7ImA9WhRQF00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2465302015563996050.post-5485004226318247013</id><published>2011-12-12T09:44:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T10:01:29.074-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-12T10:01:29.074-06:00</app:edited><title>December Daily - Overheard.</title><content type="html">&lt;div align="center"&gt;Alyssa gets to be in the Christmas program at church this year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, we practiced her line a lot this weekend -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alyssa, what's your line for the program?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alyssa:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;THEY ALSO SAID EVERYONE WAS WAITING FOR HIM.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Are you going to say your line at church today?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alyssa: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;No, Momma, I'm just too shy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Seriously? My daughter is too shy?? Her teacher said she's just happy Alyssa will go up to the front with all the other kids...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Alyssa also learned a new song at Sunday School, which she sang incessantly while I was decorating the tree last night. Oh, and apparently, the song only has one line, which she sang OVER and OVER and OVER...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alyssa: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;God so loved the world he gave me only son.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Notice how God gave "me" only son, instead of "his" only son?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This morning, she and I changed the words -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alyssa so loved the world, she listened to her mom and dad.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alyssa: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;No momma, the words are: Alyssa so loved the world, she gave her only brother.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(I wonder what Austin would think of that??)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have to say, I didn't realize just how much it would mean to me for Alyssa to love Sunday School so much, until this year. I love that she talks about Baby Jesus and is starting to understand what Christmas really is about. Going to Church and Sunday School was such a part of my life growing up - I'm glad we're making sure it's a part of our kids' lives too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2465302015563996050-5485004226318247013?l=dlprenkert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/9Pa5YFaPu3sSqVjfhB5tQsmzPDk/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/9Pa5YFaPu3sSqVjfhB5tQsmzPDk/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RandomStuffAboutUs/~4/_mPyncDkdYk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dlprenkert.blogspot.com/feeds/5485004226318247013/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://dlprenkert.blogspot.com/2011/12/december-daily-overheard.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2465302015563996050/posts/default/5485004226318247013?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2465302015563996050/posts/default/5485004226318247013?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RandomStuffAboutUs/~3/_mPyncDkdYk/december-daily-overheard.html" title="December Daily - Overheard." /><author><name>LauraP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09606886281769231710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://dlprenkert.blogspot.com/2011/12/december-daily-overheard.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUMEQnw_fyp7ImA9WhRQFEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2465302015563996050.post-7465941695306676258</id><published>2011-12-09T09:05:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T09:10:03.247-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-09T09:10:03.247-06:00</app:edited><title>December Daily - What's up Number 20?</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;There seems to be something wrong with Day 20 on my &lt;a href="http://dlprenkert.blogspot.com/2011/12/december-daily-and-advent-calendars.html"&gt;Advent calendar&lt;/a&gt;. For some reason he wants to reveal himself early...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-spOmEQAi45k/TuIjxZiJ2oI/AAAAAAAADRU/Gmm43eXaNaw/s1600/100_7513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-spOmEQAi45k/TuIjxZiJ2oI/AAAAAAAADRU/Gmm43eXaNaw/s400/100_7513.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;I keep having to stick him back together. Every. Single. Day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;I guess he's really excited for it to be his day so we can go see the Rotary Lights.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;Hmmm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" border="0" alt="Posted by Picasa" align="middle" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" /&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/2465302015563996050-7465941695306676258?l=dlprenkert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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We had a busy and eventful weekend, that's for sure! Here's my recap:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday, December 2nd:&lt;/strong&gt; We went out to dinner Friday night to the Community Center for the Hillsboro Fire Department's Friday Night Fish and Chicken. We saw Tammie, Keith, Randa, Justin and Jayden there, and sat by Kelli, Mark, Tine and Kevin. I LOVE the fish there - it's really fresh and pan-fried, which I like over beer-battered. Alyssa and Austin were so good and entertained everyone, as usual. Alyssa spent the time she wasn't eating runnig back and forth on the dance floor, which wasn't being used. After dinner, we went over to Station 2 to hang out for a bit, where the kids continued to entertain everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday, December 3rd: &lt;/strong&gt;We headed to Tara and Tom's for Aubiryn's 1st birthday party. While walking up the sidewalk, Alyssa was admiring all of their Christmas decor, and took a fall, chin first, onto the corner of the cement steps. She busted her chin open when she fell and scared Momma and Daddy quite a bit! We took her into the house, where Aunt Tara, Aunt Tammie and Papa laid her on the table to take a look. Papa recommended that we take her in to Urgent Care, just to make sure that she didn't need stitches. We took her in and, luckily, she didn't need any - they just glued her shut and sent us home. We were so very lucky that Alyssa didn't knock out any teeth or break her nose!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Dear Alyssa - I just want to let you know how proud I was of you during this whole time. You cried, of course, which is understandable since it was a nasty fall. But, you were really still when Aunt Tara and Papa were looking you over. You were also so very good when we saw the doctor. They put warming blankets on you, which you loved. You were so small in that bed, and I was very nervous as to how you'd do with stitches. You just kept saying over and over that you didn't want a shot! Luckily, we didn't have to have any, and they just used glue to stick you back together. You did just what the nurses and doctor needed you to do, and were so grown up. Once we left, you spent the rest of the day acting perfectly normal, and played with the kids all afternoon! I'm so sorry you fell, little girl, but I do love you so very much!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the Urgent Care fiasco, we headed back to Tara and Tom's to watch Aubiryn open her gifts. She let her siblings and cousins help her open things, since she wasn't that into it, after the first gift was opened. Austin really liked the LeapFrog stuffed dog that Aubiry got. When we got home, both kids fell asleep by 6-ish for late naps- they were so tired from all of the craziness of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday, December 4th: &lt;/strong&gt;Today, I got up and went Christmas shopping with Kelli. We went to Kohl's, Wal-Mart and Tanger Outlet mall. We power shopped, got some great deals, and I knocked off two-thirds of my list! Yay! We had some good girlie time, and laughed A LOT! Deb took Alyssa to Sunday School and to church, and she said Alyssa was a VERY good girl! Austin and Daddy just hung out at home, and watched football.&lt;br /&gt;Later that day, we went to the Ocooch Dairy Farm to watch "Christmas in the Barn", which was a live nativity. When we told Alyssa what a live nativity was, she was SO excited to go and see all of the cows - she talked the whole way there, asking if we were there yet. I loved seeing her enthusiasm! Austin was asked to play the part of Baby Jesus, so we bundled him up really good. They had a baby donkey and a 1 day old calf (who really wanted to run away!). Austin did really good - he hardly cried at all. We sang songs and listened to people read the story of the nativity from the Bible. Grandma, Tara and the kids came, too, which was fun. Looks like they're going to do it again next year, and we'll be sure to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, Alyssa is really liking her Advent Calendar. She asks to read "Twas the Night Before Christmas" all the time now. Next weekend we'll get our tree and do some more decorating in the house. And, if the forecast stays the same, we might have some snow soon! Yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2465302015563996050-1326874038483794776?l=dlprenkert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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(A lot of people do a concept like this, such as &lt;a href="http://marietaylor612.typepad.com/"&gt;Marie Taylor&lt;/a&gt;, Shimelle &lt;a href="http://www.shimelle.com/"&gt;Laine&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://www.aliedwards.com/"&gt;Ali Edwards&lt;/a&gt;.) I've done two other albums that documented Christmas. You can see them &lt;a href="http://dlprenkert.blogspot.com/2010/12/december-daily-2009-album.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://dlprenkert.blogspot.com/2010/12/december-daily-2007-album.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. I have always really liked Ali Edward's concept to this project, but making sure I documented something each day for 25 days seemed simple until I actually tried to execute it. What would happen (and did happen with my 2008 album that sits unfinished) is that I'd miss a day or something, then give up, and abandon the project altogether. I also decided that I wanted my album to focus on holiday-related items only, and not just regular day to day stuff. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;So, last year, I decided to take a different approach to my December Daily album. Last year's album contains photos, stories and bits of this and that, and are organized by a category instead of by calendar day. So, I have a bunch of stuff recorded under "stuff we did" or "food we ate" or "places we went", etc. I still have a bit to do on it, but I'll share it when I'm done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;I really liked organizing my stuff in that way instead of doing it chronologically, so I think I'll stick with that this year, too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;As of today, Friday, December 2nd, we only have one holiday-themed item up for decoration - our Advent Calendar. I really liked a bunch of handmade calendars I'd seen on crafting sights, so I decided to make my own. Each day has a tag inside the pocket with an activity for Alyssa to countdown to Christmas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://marietaylor612.typepad.com/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JDWVcnN3GWk/TtmKYqlkgDI/AAAAAAAADQY/_RjkcjcgXKo/s400/100_7491.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Supplies: Patterned paper from October Afternoon, Making Memories, and Jillibean Soup. Embellishments from: October Afternoon, Making Memories, and Basic Grey. Number and letter stickers/rubons from American Crafts, and Making memories. Ribbon is from the Dollar General and twine from The Twinery.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;It's hanging in our front hallway, so that it's accessible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;Each day, Alyssa can take a tag out of the pocket and do what's on the card. December 1st the activity was "Read Twas the Night Before Christmas". Today's activity was "Write a Letter to Santa Claus". Some days are really simple, like reading a Christmas book. Other days are set up for things we already have planned like doing Alyssa's Christmas program at church.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M2lGKFZSZog/TtmKYwRCMNI/AAAAAAAADQo/k6o9638McgI/s1600/100_7489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M2lGKFZSZog/TtmKYwRCMNI/AAAAAAAADQo/k6o9638McgI/s400/100_7489.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;I drew up the template for the pocket on a piece of paper and then traced it onto chipboard, which I used as my template for all of the other pockets. The tags I printed out onto cardstock with my home printer, cut them out, rounded the corners and added ribbon. Then I punched a hole in the top of the pocket, strung it with twine, which I tied around ribbon I hung on the wall.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9D8z8UbDlJw/TtmKZUx12hI/AAAAAAAADQw/2hXn-QkzHr0/s1600/100_7488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9D8z8UbDlJw/TtmKZUx12hI/AAAAAAAADQw/2hXn-QkzHr0/s400/100_7488.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;So far, it's been a real hit. I should be able to use it over again, and just add and remove the tags as applicable and as Austin gets more and more involved with celebrating Christmas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;I have to say, I'm pretty proud of myself! (At least, the girls at work were impressed with it! Ha!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;Here's to the holiday season being in full swing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" border="0" alt="Posted by Picasa" align="middle" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" /&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/2465302015563996050-4226433335819602582?l=dlprenkert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I meant to have it up on Thanksgiving Day, but life happened instead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;Dan's been sick. Austin cut his first tooth on Thanksgiving Day (and the second should arrive by the end of this weekend), so he's been a bear. Alyssa is sick, too. It's been crazy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;Anyway, I am thankful for a lot of things. On the last day of my "Thankful for" posts I'm thankful for...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FAMILY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;Dan and I both have great families. They are very different, but both value family time and being together, which is great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0YP53OAX500/TssaJx5lKDI/AAAAAAAADPE/hp7SJMN_gDI/s1600/100_0690.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0YP53OAX500/TssaJx5lKDI/AAAAAAAADPE/hp7SJMN_gDI/s400/100_0690.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;My family (this is from this past summer - Austin is MUCH bigger now). Me, Austin, Dan, Kevin, Alyssa, Lisa, Sara and Dad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;I grew up in a small family. I don't even have that many cousins (I have 9 first cousins total - on both sides of the family). But, we were a very close-knit family who were always there for each other. I love my sister and her husband very much - I really wish we lived closer!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oK7jq-XycdE/TssaMTey0gI/AAAAAAAADP0/10qc9qDOuKI/s1600/100_1588.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oK7jq-XycdE/TssaMTey0gI/AAAAAAAADP0/10qc9qDOuKI/s400/100_1588.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;I have a very close relationship with my Dad. I love him very much and he's always been my biggest supporter - even when I was not making the best choices. Thank you Daddy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;Dan's family is HUGE (at least compared to mine). He has 1 brother and 3 sisters. We have 9 nieces and nephews, one great-nephew, and another great niece or nephew on the way!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8vKkayMw3OQ/TssaJ-mmeNI/AAAAAAAADPM/N8YFHdrf73s/s1600/100_1339.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8vKkayMw3OQ/TssaJ-mmeNI/AAAAAAAADPM/N8YFHdrf73s/s400/100_1339.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;This is Dan's extended family on his dad's side (this is just his dad's brothers and sisters and their kids - and some of them are missing from this photo!!). Dan has, like, 36 first cousins. Rather large, yes? Most of them live in Niles, MI, and are all pretty close.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-udYXS1HhX7M/TssaKDDrqnI/AAAAAAAADPc/sNt1oItSueI/s1600/100_1396.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-udYXS1HhX7M/TssaKDDrqnI/AAAAAAAADPc/sNt1oItSueI/s400/100_1396.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;These are Alyssa's first cousins (plus her brother, minus the big kids - Randa and Sam, and Xavier). From left to right - Alyssa, Maddie, Ireland, Brody, Brock - holding Austin, Gracie - holding Aubirie. Quite a few are right around her age. She has lots of fun with them, and I hope she has lots of great memories of time spent with them once she's older. I have a lot of fond memories of my cousins while I was growing up, too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YBrxhrOPlTY/TssaMaxK_VI/AAAAAAAADPo/tHzJrCwEqS8/s1600/100_1399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YBrxhrOPlTY/TssaMaxK_VI/AAAAAAAADPo/tHzJrCwEqS8/s400/100_1399.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;The boys...Dan and Austin, Dennis Sr., Dennis Jr. and his boys - Brock and Brody. (Minus Xavier!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;Family sometimes drives me nuts, but most of the time I'm very glad they're there!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" border="0" alt="Posted by Picasa" align="middle" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" /&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/2465302015563996050-5515360320444794814?l=dlprenkert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(Austin makes a LOT of noise these days. I think he'll be a talker like his sister.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Kids change so very fast. You think you'll remember how they were at a certain age, but the truth is that you forget. Each age has so much that makes your kids great, it's hard to remember it all. I'm thankful that I live in a time where technology is at my fingertips and allows me to go back and look at what my kids were like as they were growing up.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2465302015563996050-6516011166500332117?l=dlprenkert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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(She also did Alyssa's dress for my sister's wedding) It came with a hat, too, but Dan put a stop to Austin wearing it - it was a bit too girly for his taste...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KBEDdXCwTqU/Tr8F3d0_lYI/AAAAAAAADN4/YXUWhqAxn94/s1600/100_7374.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674260505967957378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KBEDdXCwTqU/Tr8F3d0_lYI/AAAAAAAADN4/YXUWhqAxn94/s320/100_7374.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Austin checking out Auntie Bev.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m1k8CRqpDks/Tr8F3Z3N82I/AAAAAAAADNw/26HGZXLM_ZM/s1600/100_7376.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674260504903545698" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m1k8CRqpDks/Tr8F3Z3N82I/AAAAAAAADNw/26HGZXLM_ZM/s320/100_7376.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Austin and his Papa and Grandma Prenkert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4tUKKwtQEFU/Tr8F2_oXU8I/AAAAAAAADNk/QWhr5rVSqQs/s1600/100_7378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674260497861923778" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4tUKKwtQEFU/Tr8F2_oXU8I/AAAAAAAADNk/QWhr5rVSqQs/s320/100_7378.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Austin with Grandpa Don and Sara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-114CqdLR4og/Tr8F2htGslI/AAAAAAAADNY/Fx0hml99nO0/s1600/100_7380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674260489828741714" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-114CqdLR4og/Tr8F2htGslI/AAAAAAAADNY/Fx0hml99nO0/s320/100_7380.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Prenkert family - October 2011.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After church, we all went back to our house and had lunch and watched football. We had lasagna (which my sister made), rolls, and really yummy cakes (that Aunt Bev got from 2510 Restaurant in Wausau).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a great day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2465302015563996050-4300150930652436148?l=dlprenkert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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She really likes to create, and love to use my scrapbooking stuff. (I have grand ideas that involve homemade Christmas ornaments this year made with old egg cartons and glitter - we'll see how that goes!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, the craft on Rebecca's blog seemed really doable, and right at Alyssa's age.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, we set off to make a paper and cotton ball snowman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nND_agUq9nI/Tr8CNfghkjI/AAAAAAAADMk/2JT-zpYfiB8/s1600/100_7435.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674256486329586226" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nND_agUq9nI/Tr8CNfghkjI/AAAAAAAADMk/2JT-zpYfiB8/s320/100_7435.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Alyssa did a great job putting the glue in the right places, and sticking down all of the parts. (I freehanded the snowman and his body parts - not too bad, I think!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fky5jM8ai2I/Tr8CNaFZ0FI/AAAAAAAADMc/S_aDfC3QOuU/s1600/100_7436.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674256484873654354" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fky5jM8ai2I/Tr8CNaFZ0FI/AAAAAAAADMc/S_aDfC3QOuU/s320/100_7436.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was really pleasantly surprised at her attention span for this project and her enthusiasm for it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jOLPiOK3b_k/Tr8CFNPfriI/AAAAAAAADMM/PzRc-MOlk8k/s1600/100_7437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674256343987367458" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jOLPiOK3b_k/Tr8CFNPfriI/AAAAAAAADMM/PzRc-MOlk8k/s320/100_7437.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She was such a big girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XNVtrCTRgAk/Tr8CEi2hnuI/AAAAAAAADMA/CV5i1NXL5jU/s1600/100_7440.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674256332608347874" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XNVtrCTRgAk/Tr8CEi2hnuI/AAAAAAAADMA/CV5i1NXL5jU/s320/100_7440.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Her finished masterpiece! It is now hanging on our dining room wall. Successfully completing this project made me think that we'll have to do things like this more often. Can you guess what my internet searches are going to be about over the next few weeks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bogxeZn7mFw/Tr8CEhevizI/AAAAAAAADLw/lSdbXs5gtUM/s1600/100_7449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674256332240161586" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bogxeZn7mFw/Tr8CEhevizI/AAAAAAAADLw/lSdbXs5gtUM/s320/100_7449.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After we finished with the snowman, she kept right on going. She cut shapes out of the leftover cardstock and glued them like crazy. It kept her busy for over an hour, and game me some time to myself, and Daddy some time with Austin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was bliss!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--NuoZLreEUc/Tr8CEj4677I/AAAAAAAADLo/eiVNeotQaWU/s1600/100_7452.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674256332886831026" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--NuoZLreEUc/Tr8CEj4677I/AAAAAAAADLo/eiVNeotQaWU/s320/100_7452.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She was very precise in her crafting - it was so cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KbsqEsFi8pg/Tr8CEYxZ-kI/AAAAAAAADLg/7kGPjf-ctW4/s1600/100_7453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674256329902520898" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KbsqEsFi8pg/Tr8CEYxZ-kI/AAAAAAAADLg/7kGPjf-ctW4/s320/100_7453.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is me and Austin. It really has no relevance to this post - I just think he's super cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2465302015563996050-7051231813599054602?l=dlprenkert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This video was from November 4, 2011.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;(Remember, if you are getting this post via email, you need to go to the actual blog to see it!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2465302015563996050-6180230823146447169?l=dlprenkert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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He seemed to be sleeping all the time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's tough being small and cute, you know! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2465302015563996050-5082109844857527135?l=dlprenkert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then, we headed up to Wausau for cousin Keene's annual summer bash. We met Grandpa in Coloma so he could drive with us - Wausau is too far for me to drive with the kids by myself! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9zoiSlTRRZU/TrcSoma6jOI/AAAAAAAADKM/Ka_grTNstI8/s1600/100_1298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672022744413932770" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9zoiSlTRRZU/TrcSoma6jOI/AAAAAAAADKM/Ka_grTNstI8/s320/100_1298.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Alyssa and Austin are great in the car almost all of the time. We sure are lucky that way, since we travel a lot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KiafvnTLE48/TrcSol6HlOI/AAAAAAAADJ4/8LlDYI2wTZk/s1600/100_1302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672022744276374754" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KiafvnTLE48/TrcSol6HlOI/AAAAAAAADJ4/8LlDYI2wTZk/s320/100_1302.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Goofy Boy!&lt;br /&gt;Keene and his wife, Kathy, live on the river in Wausau. We brought Alyssa's swimsuit and she went out on the paddleboat with her cousin Jacob. She had a ball and Jacob was so good with her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Vd3vD2-vxN0/TrcSobV9wfI/AAAAAAAADJw/2FNRS7jRk5A/s1600/100_1306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672022741440381426" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Vd3vD2-vxN0/TrcSobV9wfI/AAAAAAAADJw/2FNRS7jRk5A/s320/100_1306.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2VT0vnREduU/TrcSoTxSzHI/AAAAAAAADJo/iTTFA0_-1c4/s1600/100_1309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672022739407522930" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2VT0vnREduU/TrcSoTxSzHI/AAAAAAAADJo/iTTFA0_-1c4/s320/100_1309.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2whEzlNtz5k/TrcSdGdY9ZI/AAAAAAAADJY/eQAFBLjenc8/s1600/100_1311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672022546855818642" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2whEzlNtz5k/TrcSdGdY9ZI/AAAAAAAADJY/eQAFBLjenc8/s320/100_1311.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think these two look an awful lot alike in this photo, huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aunt Bev, Aunt Mary, cousin Rob, Lisa and Kevin were also at the party, along with Jacob's dad Mark and his brother Matt. Did I get a picture of them? Nope. I wish I had!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gWdAId2t2Zg/TrcSc8d0yWI/AAAAAAAADJQ/u2txnL_ROsc/s1600/100_1313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672022544173287778" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gWdAId2t2Zg/TrcSc8d0yWI/AAAAAAAADJQ/u2txnL_ROsc/s320/100_1313.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was a cooler day on the drive home - only 87*!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pm5IfNGPw6s/TrcSc5fgkeI/AAAAAAAADI8/POBeny61JPI/s1600/100_1315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672022543375045090" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pm5IfNGPw6s/TrcSc5fgkeI/AAAAAAAADI8/POBeny61JPI/s320/100_1315.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I've seen a lot of bloggers and scrappers get really cool pics in their rearview mirrors. I couldn't make mine work, for some reason...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fahev14VAPM/TrcScuraxvI/AAAAAAAADI0/JJfm9m_bRRM/s1600/100_1316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672022540472207090" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fahev14VAPM/TrcScuraxvI/AAAAAAAADI0/JJfm9m_bRRM/s320/100_1316.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As much as I like to travel, it is always nice to be home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SUFv_UMawv0/TrcSchlkdLI/AAAAAAAADIs/SyImasprWeI/s1600/100_1318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672022536958014642" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SUFv_UMawv0/TrcSchlkdLI/AAAAAAAADIs/SyImasprWeI/s320/100_1318.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After bathtime, it was a usual favorite - playing games on Sprout.com. Alyssa is very good at the matching games.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And here ends A Week in the Life of the Prenkert family, July 2011!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2465302015563996050-4932542795120583383?l=dlprenkert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I have to say - I am proud of myself for finishing the project - at least I followed through with taking pictures each day - I just didn't actually put them in an album or finish blogging about it... Life hit pretty hard after this week was over - we went to family camp, I started work again, and Dan started volleyball and a new job. It just got super crazy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, with hopes that I actually finish this project, I'm posting today and tomorrow the last two days of my "Week in the Life" photos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On Saturday, July 30th, I watched Peyton, Harper, and Ruby the Dog for most of the day, so that Mark and Kelli could go on a canoe trip. It was quite crazy having a total of 4 kids around, but we like the Sullivan's so it was worth it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y0ZPeYa7a3Q/TrcPSXzhZCI/AAAAAAAADIg/DXH7APvGkQ4/s1600/100_1252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672019063998604322" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y0ZPeYa7a3Q/TrcPSXzhZCI/AAAAAAAADIg/DXH7APvGkQ4/s320/100_1252.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Harper, Alyssa and Peyton played outside for awhile that morning. I love how pale my daughter is in comparison to the Sullivan girls, even though she was outside all the time during the summer. Poor girl got my complexion...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fYVHeiG8BDc/TrcPHDMhHnI/AAAAAAAADIU/n36PFuO_2U8/s1600/100_1253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672018869487738482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fYVHeiG8BDc/TrcPHDMhHnI/AAAAAAAADIU/n36PFuO_2U8/s320/100_1253.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Little girls in swimsuits - so cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pfKy1Wbex0U/TrcPHGz15BI/AAAAAAAADIE/Cc1Whctn-nk/s1600/100_1259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672018870457984018" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pfKy1Wbex0U/TrcPHGz15BI/AAAAAAAADIE/Cc1Whctn-nk/s320/100_1259.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There's my girl! Goofy grin and all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RvqOx9itNPU/TrcPGgvRUyI/AAAAAAAADH8/4hctQ9Ba1ZE/s1600/100_1263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672018860238263074" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RvqOx9itNPU/TrcPGgvRUyI/AAAAAAAADH8/4hctQ9Ba1ZE/s320/100_1263.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Since the water in the sprinkler was too cold, the girls decided to wash Alyssa's play house. Bubbles are way more fun than cold water. Ruby was helping - can you tell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rqWfzvjg7Hc/TrcPGuRmmkI/AAAAAAAADHs/IqY0MwexB3o/s1600/100_1266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672018863871924802" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rqWfzvjg7Hc/TrcPGuRmmkI/AAAAAAAADHs/IqY0MwexB3o/s320/100_1266.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After that, the girls were tired, so they hung out in the house and watched Scooby-Doo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wTi9gYO0R-A/TrcPGVJjhMI/AAAAAAAADHk/T73MaE51ZS4/s1600/100_1267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672018857127281858" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wTi9gYO0R-A/TrcPGVJjhMI/AAAAAAAADHk/T73MaE51ZS4/s320/100_1267.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Harper and her blankie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jOSEe94UWLU/TrcOzdjAXSI/AAAAAAAADHY/7GuVdncYO7I/s1600/100_1282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672018532963999010" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jOSEe94UWLU/TrcOzdjAXSI/AAAAAAAADHY/7GuVdncYO7I/s320/100_1282.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Whew! Having lots of kids around is very tiring! (Looking back at this now, I can't believe how small Austin was! He's SOO much bigger now!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aHyZoTteQWM/TrcOzURicAI/AAAAAAAADHM/fYQm7QdnETs/s1600/100_1284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672018530474815490" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aHyZoTteQWM/TrcOzURicAI/AAAAAAAADHM/fYQm7QdnETs/s320/100_1284.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This week was during some of the hottest weather we had. The Comminity Center said it was 96*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iGtzZhLTjnM/TrcOzNU_gDI/AAAAAAAADHA/G8rxakooelE/s1600/100_1285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672018528610254898" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iGtzZhLTjnM/TrcOzNU_gDI/AAAAAAAADHA/G8rxakooelE/s320/100_1285.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The car said it was 88*. I wonder which one was right... Either way, it was HOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5ATyp__elM4/TrcOy27tUYI/AAAAAAAADGw/mOhQHtzj7Jg/s1600/100_1287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672018522598625666" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5ATyp__elM4/TrcOy27tUYI/AAAAAAAADGw/mOhQHtzj7Jg/s320/100_1287.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hillsboro's Kwik Trip - a staple in our town.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That night, we went to Mark's brother's house for his annual summer bash. The kids listen to music and dance, the grown ups drink beer, play bean bags and horseshoes, and John puts on a huge fireworks display. (We left before the fireworks - Alyssa was terrified of them!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Nozhye9AOJo/TrcOy1-x_gI/AAAAAAAADGo/XKqrunTc-6M/s1600/100_1290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672018522343079426" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Nozhye9AOJo/TrcOy1-x_gI/AAAAAAAADGo/XKqrunTc-6M/s320/100_1290.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This picture is blurry, and not the best one I have of all of them dancing, but I would like to point out the big guy in the back waving his arms, trying to get the kids to do that, too. 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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/e_xqt7xewfQUQ7fSYBKiBj4VYNA/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/e_xqt7xewfQUQ7fSYBKiBj4VYNA/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RandomStuffAboutUs/~4/ihSctf2fVtE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dlprenkert.blogspot.com/feeds/3497261236597603870/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://dlprenkert.blogspot.com/2011/11/finishing-up-week-in-life-day-6.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2465302015563996050/posts/default/3497261236597603870?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2465302015563996050/posts/default/3497261236597603870?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RandomStuffAboutUs/~3/ihSctf2fVtE/finishing-up-week-in-life-day-6.html" title="Finishing up &quot;A Week in the Life&quot; - Day 6" /><author><name>LauraP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09606886281769231710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y0ZPeYa7a3Q/TrcPSXzhZCI/AAAAAAAADIg/DXH7APvGkQ4/s72-c/100_1252.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://dlprenkert.blogspot.com/2011/11/finishing-up-week-in-life-day-6.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkMFQ3g4cSp7ImA9WhRTFko.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2465302015563996050.post-593741667944114935</id><published>2011-11-07T08:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T08:00:12.639-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-07T08:00:12.639-06:00</app:edited><title>Happy Belated Halloween!</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;From Austin the Pumpkin and Alyssa the Tiger!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F9IA1NOAmpM/TrcMVbxpSMI/AAAAAAAADGc/xf37IOXNvl4/s1600/100_7402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F9IA1NOAmpM/TrcMVbxpSMI/AAAAAAAADGc/xf37IOXNvl4/s400/100_7402.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" border="0" alt="Posted by Picasa" align="middle" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" /&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/2465302015563996050-593741667944114935?l=dlprenkert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/HD9SDkW0AuN1ixh60pAKNCyayAc/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/HD9SDkW0AuN1ixh60pAKNCyayAc/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RandomStuffAboutUs/~4/Ot-lqrE7KyI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dlprenkert.blogspot.com/feeds/593741667944114935/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://dlprenkert.blogspot.com/2011/11/happy-belated-halloween.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2465302015563996050/posts/default/593741667944114935?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2465302015563996050/posts/default/593741667944114935?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RandomStuffAboutUs/~3/Ot-lqrE7KyI/happy-belated-halloween.html" title="Happy Belated Halloween!" /><author><name>LauraP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09606886281769231710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F9IA1NOAmpM/TrcMVbxpSMI/AAAAAAAADGc/xf37IOXNvl4/s72-c/100_7402.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://dlprenkert.blogspot.com/2011/11/happy-belated-halloween.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0cGRHw7cCp7ImA9WhRTFkw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2465302015563996050.post-6408210885636800659</id><published>2011-11-06T16:24:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T16:37:05.208-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-06T16:37:05.208-06:00</app:edited><title>This One's for Grandpa Don.</title><content type="html">&lt;div align="center"&gt;For Alyssa's birthday this year, Grandpa Don got her a LeapPad Explorer. When she got it, it came with some free apps that could be downloaded to it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, we FINALLY got to downloading all the free stuff this weekend. We picked, among other things, an eBook app called Ozzie and Mack.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Alyssa was overjoyed to play with new stuff on her game pad, and once I showed her that if she touched the words, she could read the book all on her own, she was totally hooked. (She even knew how to turn the pages of the eBook without help!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What is it with kids and technology? They are sponges, aren't they?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-5ee3069f4b0c3178" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;
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