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2. Break Abby's ceramic music box&lt;br /&gt;
3. Walk Abby to school&lt;br /&gt;
4. Cut a hole in my shirt&lt;br /&gt;
5. Spread Abby's money all over the office floor&lt;br /&gt;
6. Get in the car&lt;br /&gt;
7. Pour a bottle of 5-hour energy in the driver's seat&lt;br /&gt;
8. Go to the gym with mommy and Will&lt;br /&gt;
9. Lock mommy out of the bathroom stall at the gym&lt;br /&gt;
10. Go to Target with mommy and Will&lt;br /&gt;
11. Refuse to sit in the cart, instead choosing to be carried alternately with walking on my own and knocking things off the shelf left and right&lt;br /&gt;
12. Pretaste Cocoa's dog treat&lt;br /&gt;
13. Bite the tip off a marker&lt;br /&gt;
14. Eat lunch&lt;br /&gt;
15. Refuse to go down for my nap without a fight&lt;br /&gt;
16. Make my list for this afternoon--mommy can't wait!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31508985-8432530159302356620?l=buchananfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://buchananfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8432530159302356620/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31508985&amp;postID=8432530159302356620" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31508985/posts/default/8432530159302356620?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31508985/posts/default/8432530159302356620?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://buchananfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2012/01/avas-list-of-things-to-do-before-noon.html" title="Ava's List of Things to do Before Noon Today" /><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16376296382389349376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0zfbYmURieE/SBYiHwaWi6I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/oh8FlElYxFk/S220/IMG_0038.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0cDR3g8fip7ImA9WhRTEkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31508985.post-1259398852564771335</id><published>2011-11-02T11:24:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T11:24:36.676-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-02T11:24:36.676-05:00</app:edited><title>Already Five</title><content type="html">Since his birthday, Will has asked almost every morning if he gets to go to kindergarten yet. I've tried to explain that it only starts in August, so we have to wait for next year. Most of his responses go something like this:&lt;br /&gt;
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"But, I'm ALREADY five. I'm not a pre-k-er any more. I don't want to wait. I want to go to kindergarten now!"&lt;br /&gt;
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Here's to another 10 months!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31508985-1259398852564771335?l=buchananfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://buchananfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1259398852564771335/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31508985&amp;postID=1259398852564771335" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31508985/posts/default/1259398852564771335?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31508985/posts/default/1259398852564771335?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://buchananfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2011/11/already-five.html" title="Already Five" /><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16376296382389349376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0zfbYmURieE/SBYiHwaWi6I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/oh8FlElYxFk/S220/IMG_0038.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUcNQH84fyp7ImA9WhdaFEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31508985.post-1590005751767774755</id><published>2011-10-24T15:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T15:11:31.137-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-24T15:11:31.137-05:00</app:edited><title>Will's World</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
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Today, my little guy turns five! Where has the time gone??? He's had a busy 5th year.&amp;nbsp;We haven't seen too much of&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://buchananfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2011/02/wills-world.html"&gt;Joshua&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;around because Will has been so busy! Last fall, he played soccer. Then, in the spring, he gave t-ball a shot. He really enjoyed it and dad loved getting to help him field the ball!&lt;br /&gt;
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Of course, by the fall, he wanted to try yet another sport. After seeing &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1155076/"&gt;The Karate Kid&lt;/a&gt;, you can guess what it was! But, before we could even register him, he turned to basketball. By the time I figured out that the basketball season doesn't start until January, we'd missed the soccer and t-ball deadlines for the fall!&amp;nbsp;So, we're not playing anything this season. I can't say that I miss the time commitment of practices and games!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Ever the athlete, he was not deterred. He's been taking weekly swim lessons. He started the summer with a float ring permanently affixed to his waist. Now, he can backstroke 20 yards across the pool! We are so proud of him. He'll definitely be ready for the swim team next summer!&lt;/div&gt;
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He's also become quite the biker. He and Abby both got new bikes in March (since Abby was riding her bike from when she turned 4--just a FEW inches ago!). By May, Will's training wheels were off. Of course, he couldn't really start and stop by himself, which made him nervous, so they ended up going back on until August, when they came off for good. He was proud of being the only 4 year-old he knew without training wheels. Now, he's practicing one-handed riding and popping wheelies! Our next-door neighbor invited him to go to a kids' bike race in a couple weeks. Will and Brad are looking forward to that!&lt;/div&gt;
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This fall, he started his LAST year of preschool and welcomed Ava to his school. It's already been a busy fall, learning about tarantulas and dinosaurs, making apple pie, and working more on his handwriting. He is so big. He'll definitely be ready for Pond Springs next year! Happy birthday buddy!&lt;/div&gt;
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So now, I'm trying to work on letters with him. He recognizes about half or so. His first spelling word, of course, was his name. Although sometimes he spells his name "W I L L L L L . . ." His second? C A N D Y. Yes, his favorite thing that Brad and I (and now Abby) have been spelling since he was old enough to eat it. Now, he can spell it too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31508985-7654415965559264694?l=buchananfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://buchananfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7654415965559264694/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31508985&amp;postID=7654415965559264694" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31508985/posts/default/7654415965559264694?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31508985/posts/default/7654415965559264694?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://buchananfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2011/09/wills-world.html" title="Will's World" /><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16376296382389349376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0zfbYmURieE/SBYiHwaWi6I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/oh8FlElYxFk/S220/IMG_0038.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkUERX89cSp7ImA9WhZSEEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31508985.post-5689921332986519744</id><published>2011-03-25T09:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T09:43:24.169-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-03-25T09:43:24.169-05:00</app:edited><title>Kids Say the Darndest Things</title><content type="html">Will: Mommy, why do ninjas wear masks?&lt;br /&gt;
Emily: So people don't know who they are.&lt;br /&gt;
Will: Well, they could just not tell people their names!&lt;br /&gt;
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Why didn't ninjas and superheros think of that?? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31508985-5689921332986519744?l=buchananfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://buchananfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5689921332986519744/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31508985&amp;postID=5689921332986519744" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31508985/posts/default/5689921332986519744?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31508985/posts/default/5689921332986519744?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://buchananfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2011/03/kids-say-darndest-things_25.html" title="Kids Say the Darndest Things" /><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16376296382389349376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0zfbYmURieE/SBYiHwaWi6I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/oh8FlElYxFk/S220/IMG_0038.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUAGQXo-eSp7ImA9WhZSEEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31508985.post-3773248572586181451</id><published>2011-03-25T09:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T09:35:20.451-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-03-25T09:35:20.451-05:00</app:edited><title>Abbyism of the Week</title><content type="html">This one is worthy of resurrecting my favorite title of years' gone by (above).&lt;br /&gt;
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We were driving in the car the other day and one of my favorite Cyndi Lauper songs came on, so I turned up the radio to indoctrinate the kids with some classic 80s music. Abby was sitting in the back, listening intently to the radio and to me. Then she asked, "Is she singing 'Ogres just want to have fun'?"&lt;br /&gt;
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Um, that would be "O girls." We've got a long way to go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31508985-3773248572586181451?l=buchananfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://buchananfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3773248572586181451/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31508985&amp;postID=3773248572586181451" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31508985/posts/default/3773248572586181451?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31508985/posts/default/3773248572586181451?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://buchananfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2011/03/abbyism-of-week.html" title="Abbyism of the Week" /><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16376296382389349376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0zfbYmURieE/SBYiHwaWi6I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/oh8FlElYxFk/S220/IMG_0038.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEUGSHo7eyp7ImA9WhZTFEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31508985.post-7649823010091368043</id><published>2011-03-18T10:29:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T10:30:29.403-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-03-18T10:30:29.403-05:00</app:edited><title>Kids Say the Darndest Things</title><content type="html">Emily: Uh oh, Ava's got Boba Fett (action figure).&lt;br /&gt;
Will: It's okay, she can play with it.&lt;br /&gt;
Abby: Do you want her to suck his face off?&lt;br /&gt;
Will: It's okay. Ava IS the&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.starwars.com/databank/creature/sarlacc/"&gt;Sarlacc&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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I must admit, half of Will's hilarious comments come in his delivery. He says them so matter-of-factly. Of course, a 4 year-old knowing about a Sarlacc AND using it in the right context is pretty funny too. It makes his father proud!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31508985-7649823010091368043?l=buchananfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://buchananfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7649823010091368043/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31508985&amp;postID=7649823010091368043" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31508985/posts/default/7649823010091368043?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31508985/posts/default/7649823010091368043?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://buchananfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2011/03/kids-say-darndest-things.html" title="Kids Say the Darndest Things" /><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16376296382389349376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0zfbYmURieE/SBYiHwaWi6I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/oh8FlElYxFk/S220/IMG_0038.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEYCQXk7eSp7ImA9Wx9aGEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31508985.post-9152138386905351629</id><published>2011-03-11T10:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T10:49:20.701-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-03-11T10:49:20.701-06:00</app:edited><title>6-6-6</title><content type="html">Brad helps out a lot with folding the laundry (props to him!). We give him a hard time because seldom does a week go by when some of the kids' clothes (and sometimes mine!) don't end up in the wrong pile. We've had all combinations of kid pile crossovers. One of the funniest was when Abby got Will's jeans and didn't know it. She put them on and thought she had a new pair of capris! Luckily, I made the observation BEFORE we left for school that she was wearing her brother's pants. She promptly removed them. &amp;nbsp;Imagine the fun (and confusion) we had last summer when all the ladies in our household wore size 6 clothing. I'll give him credit--I didn't end up with any of Ava's clothes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31508985-9152138386905351629?l=buchananfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://buchananfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/9152138386905351629/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31508985&amp;postID=9152138386905351629" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31508985/posts/default/9152138386905351629?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31508985/posts/default/9152138386905351629?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://buchananfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2011/03/6-6-6.html" title="6-6-6" /><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16376296382389349376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0zfbYmURieE/SBYiHwaWi6I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/oh8FlElYxFk/S220/IMG_0038.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUQFQHw4fip7ImA9Wx9bE00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31508985.post-8003954871098004169</id><published>2011-02-21T10:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T10:55:11.236-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-02-21T10:55:11.236-06:00</app:edited><title>Will's World</title><content type="html">I know, I know--summer is SO 6 months ago but, alas, here we go again. . .&lt;br /&gt;
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Will endured Abby's swim team practices and meets by finding what we affectionately call a "swim team girlfriend." Her big sisters were on the team too, so she needed a playmate. Enter Will. Will and Lindsey ran all over the playground together almost daily, letting mommy tend to baby Ava while chatting with other moms. It was a sad, long week of practices when Lindsey's family went on vacation!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sG41zhT8nEY/TVya6a_P6iI/AAAAAAAABHA/YYdoCwHkR6o/s1600/P6230013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sG41zhT8nEY/TVya6a_P6iI/AAAAAAAABHA/YYdoCwHkR6o/s320/P6230013.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Will &amp;amp; Lindsey&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I have to distinguish her as his "swim team girlfriend" because he's got a "school girlfriend" (a different one every year), a "cul-de-sac girlfriend," and others just about everywhere he goes. And they are preschoolers and grown women alike. What can he say? He's a ladies' man. Guess that's what comes with having two sisters!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rMvWnE3vVDY/TV6sdGyXCGI/AAAAAAAABHQ/xKrFLn6u774/s1600/IMG_2512.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rMvWnE3vVDY/TV6sdGyXCGI/AAAAAAAABHQ/xKrFLn6u774/s320/IMG_2512.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ready to paint!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;One day in August, he decided he wanted to wear his 2 year-old lion Halloween costume. Then, almost immediately he wanted to paint, but IN costume. So we put on an old t-shirt and he did just that. Outside in the heat. Did I mention it was August?? Too funny.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He has become a real Lego Maniac.&amp;nbsp;His favorites? Star Wars. Hands down.&amp;nbsp;We have minifigures and ultra-small pieces hiding in every nook and cranny in the house.&lt;br /&gt;
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That is, of course, when they're not in Ava's mouth. Ahem.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8FFofBI9HWs/TV6sHFbx6tI/AAAAAAAABHI/5hBToJi3qQE/s1600/IMG_2575.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8FFofBI9HWs/TV6sHFbx6tI/AAAAAAAABHI/5hBToJi3qQE/s320/IMG_2575.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;New Star Wars backpack for school&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;He gets hand-me-down Lego magazines from the teenager next door and we read them nightly as "bedtime stories." Such propaganda! He's constantly telling us which "new"sets he needs. Keep in mind, some of these magazines are as old as he is and the sets are no longer available unless you want to pay a premium for a "collector's item" on eBay! They've got it all figured out. He's now also quite decent at Lego Star Wars for the Wii. One guess where he got that!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Will's good friend &lt;a href="http://buchananfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2010/05/kids-say-darndest-things-will-saw-man.html"&gt;Joshua&lt;/a&gt; is still a frequent companion. He is everything Will wishes for himself. He ranges in age from 5 to adult and has lived in Australia, Alaska, and Canada in the last 3 months. He has been a firefighter and he has served in the army. He sometimes has a little sister and other times has 25 brothers. He's even got a few kids of his own. Unfortunately, his mom is dead. I hope that's not a reflection on me! We love hearing about Will's adventures when he goes to Joshua's house!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
In the fall, Will played on his first soccer team and he really loved it. He went after the ball and met some fun friends too! This spring, he is going to give T-ball a try. Look out!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0tBpVvdTKHc/TV6sRjBXpdI/AAAAAAAABHM/6VRXPJDB8VM/s1600/IMG_2579.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0tBpVvdTKHc/TV6sRjBXpdI/AAAAAAAABHM/6VRXPJDB8VM/s320/IMG_2579.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Will on the Tornados Soccer Team&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;He turned 4 in October. Of course, he received the requisite Star Wars legos and action figures as gifts, but he also got an ultra-cool bomber jacket from his retired Navy grandfather, Coach. He's been the talk of the town all winter long!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31508985-8003954871098004169?l=buchananfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://buchananfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8003954871098004169/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31508985&amp;postID=8003954871098004169" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31508985/posts/default/8003954871098004169?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31508985/posts/default/8003954871098004169?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://buchananfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2011/02/wills-world.html" title="Will's World" /><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16376296382389349376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0zfbYmURieE/SBYiHwaWi6I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/oh8FlElYxFk/S220/IMG_0038.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sG41zhT8nEY/TVya6a_P6iI/AAAAAAAABHA/YYdoCwHkR6o/s72-c/P6230013.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0UDSH4zeyp7ImA9Wx9UGUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31508985.post-3905249485307310503</id><published>2011-02-16T22:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T22:01:19.083-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-02-16T22:01:19.083-06:00</app:edited><title>Kids Say The Darndest Things</title><content type="html">Brad's on a business trip this week. The kids were sad for him to go, but they've done great. Will just can't wait for daddy to get back from "Cinciattio."&lt;br /&gt;
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If I didn't know better, I'd think he could read Cincinnati, OH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31508985-3905249485307310503?l=buchananfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://buchananfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3905249485307310503/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31508985&amp;postID=3905249485307310503" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31508985/posts/default/3905249485307310503?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31508985/posts/default/3905249485307310503?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://buchananfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2011/02/kids-say-darndest-things.html" title="Kids Say The Darndest Things" /><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16376296382389349376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0zfbYmURieE/SBYiHwaWi6I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/oh8FlElYxFk/S220/IMG_0038.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEcCR3s9cSp7ImA9Wx9VEk4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31508985.post-7030450251915683041</id><published>2011-01-28T11:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T11:34:26.569-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-01-28T11:34:26.569-06:00</app:edited><title>Where Do I Begin?</title><content type="html">Now, I will attempt BRIEF updates so as not to bore anyone or belabor the details of our lives!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ready for Hurricane Swim Team Practice&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;First, Abby, of course.&amp;nbsp;This summer, she joined the neighborhood swim team, which meant daily practices and EARLY meets on Saturdays (swimmers had to check in at 6 a.m.). The meets required some juggling because parents had to volunteer for so many shifts throughout the season and, oh yeah, we had 2 other small children to manage. It seemed to be fun and rewarding for Abby and she knocked more than 20 seconds off her original freestyle time by the end. Now, she's quite the fish.&lt;br /&gt;
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She turned 7 (!) in July. We we went to the&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.hmns.org/index.php?option=com_content&amp;amp;view=article&amp;amp;id=56&amp;amp;Itemid=8"&gt;Cockrell Butterfly Center&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;at the&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.hmns.org/"&gt;Houston Museum of Natural Science&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;to celebrate. And then, she got her first REAL manicure and pedicure. Her birthday was rounded out with a roller skating party and a hand-me-down iPhone from her uncle (which dwarfed the MP3 player from mom and dad!).&lt;br /&gt;
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She asked us all summer if we could go to &lt;a href="http://www.thealamo.org/"&gt;The Alamo&lt;/a&gt;. We had no idea why, but that was a pretty easy request to indulge. So, in August, we loaded up and went. We also managed to fit in &lt;a href="http://www.seaworld.com/sanantonio/default.aspx"&gt;Sea World&lt;/a&gt; while we were in San Antonio. Just between us, I think she liked that one better! :)&lt;br /&gt;
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And now that I've come within 6 months of the present day, alas, Ava is awake and I must sign off! Tune in next time for details about back-to-school, Girl Scout camping and the holidays!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31508985-7030450251915683041?l=buchananfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://buchananfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7030450251915683041/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31508985&amp;postID=7030450251915683041" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31508985/posts/default/7030450251915683041?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31508985/posts/default/7030450251915683041?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://buchananfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2011/01/where-do-i-begin.html" title="Where Do I Begin?" /><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16376296382389349376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0zfbYmURieE/SBYiHwaWi6I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/oh8FlElYxFk/S220/IMG_0038.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0zfbYmURieE/TULw_l4MiXI/AAAAAAAABGo/hHbivtlkO2w/s72-c/P5100032.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0MMQXo4cSp7ImA9Wx9VEk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31508985.post-3006016723573565136</id><published>2011-01-28T09:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T09:44:40.439-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-01-28T09:44:40.439-06:00</app:edited><title>Kids Say The Darndest Things</title><content type="html">This morning I was taking Will to school and he said from the back seat, "Hey, there's Chloe!" I looked up and saw a short, old, gray Asian woman walking across the street. Chloe, our 12 year-old neighbor, is tall, brunette and very white.&lt;br /&gt;
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I said, "Really, you think that looks like Chloe?"&lt;br /&gt;
He looked again. "Yeah, yeah, it's her!"&lt;br /&gt;
"Are you sure? I think Chloe is taller than that." (It took everything in me not to give a full list of discrepancies here.)&lt;br /&gt;
After a closer look: "Well, maybe not, but it looks a lot like her."&lt;br /&gt;
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If I didn't know he could see infinitesimal legos and lego instructions, I'd say he needed his eyes checked. I guess I'll give him the benefit of the doubt. He WAS in the back seat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31508985-3006016723573565136?l=buchananfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://buchananfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3006016723573565136/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31508985&amp;postID=3006016723573565136" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31508985/posts/default/3006016723573565136?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31508985/posts/default/3006016723573565136?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://buchananfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2011/01/kids-say-darndest-things.html" title="Kids Say The Darndest Things" /><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16376296382389349376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0zfbYmURieE/SBYiHwaWi6I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/oh8FlElYxFk/S220/IMG_0038.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkUHQXs6fSp7ImA9Wx9XFE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31508985.post-744531313533950911</id><published>2011-01-07T11:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T11:10:30.515-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-01-07T11:10:30.515-06:00</app:edited><title>Long Time Gone</title><content type="html">So, how do I sum up our lives between Mother's Day and New Year's? One word. Ava. She's a busy little gal and she has dominated our (read: my) world for about 11 months now! She's gone through the typical Buchanan stages: crawling at 5 1/2 months, stairs and pulling up at 6 months, walking at 10 1/2, and teeth at 11 months. That's right--walking before teeth. She just barely has 2 little buds breaking through the gums, but she can walk laps around the house!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She has one word. Dog. Or daw daw (pant pant pant) as she says it. Brad thinks she says Dada too, but it's pretty hard to distinguish the two. So, since we basically have one word, that's all we say. We see a dog, we say it; we hear a dog, we say it; we see an animal on TV that might be a dog, we say it; we see mommy coming in after nap time, we say it; we see the big kids out riding bikes, we say it. You get the idea.&amp;nbsp;Here's a sample conversation that happens about 476 times a day:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ava: Daw daw (pant pant pant) Daw.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Emily: Yes, there's a dog. Cocoa is a dog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ava: Daw daw (pant pant pant)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Emily: Do you want to say hi to the doggie?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ava: Daw daw (pant pant pant)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Emily: Good job! Cocoa is a sweet doggie. Are you hungry for some lunch? (Trying to change the subject)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ava: Daw daw (pant pant pant) . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;REPEAT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She gets so excited when she talks, you can just tell she's brimming over with possibilities for conversation. Now, she just has to learn more than one word!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0zfbYmURieE/TSdIiLIAUHI/AAAAAAAABGc/qsq3SSw6GNo/s1600/IMG_2699.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0zfbYmURieE/TSdIiLIAUHI/AAAAAAAABGc/qsq3SSw6GNo/s320/IMG_2699.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She's very much like Will at this age--constantly moving and destroying anything in her path. She especially loves paper--eating it. She gets it in her mouth as fast as she can and closes up like a clam so no one can fish it out. She knows she's not supposed to do it. You can tell by the impish look on her face. Lucky for her, it's pretty darn cute! She's starting to play more with the big kids too--it's so fun to watch them all interact. It won't be long before she's doing everything they do. Maybe even riding a plasma car . . . watch out world!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31508985-744531313533950911?l=buchananfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://buchananfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/744531313533950911/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31508985&amp;postID=744531313533950911" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31508985/posts/default/744531313533950911?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31508985/posts/default/744531313533950911?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://buchananfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2011/01/long-time-gone.html" title="Long Time Gone" /><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16376296382389349376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0zfbYmURieE/SBYiHwaWi6I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/oh8FlElYxFk/S220/IMG_0038.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0zfbYmURieE/TSdIiLIAUHI/AAAAAAAABGc/qsq3SSw6GNo/s72-c/IMG_2699.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEQNQHw6eSp7ImA9Wx5TF0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31508985.post-2510391010598131448</id><published>2010-08-01T21:16:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T21:33:11.211-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-08-01T21:33:11.211-05:00</app:edited><title /><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mother's Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(I realize that I'm about 3 months behind, but that's my life as a blogger!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mother's Day was especially meaningful this year as it was the day we chose for Ava's baptism. The service was very tender for us because it was performed by our long-time pastor just one month before his retirement after 16 years in our midst. He performed our wedding and our other kiddos' baptisms, so we were pleased that he could do Ava's before leaving. Here he is with her:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0zfbYmURieE/TFYq7_EJvJI/AAAAAAAABB8/SFyjx-cSdXU/s320/P5080018.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500631204909137042" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Reverend John McMullen with Ava&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0zfbYmURieE/TFYq8Qgi6nI/AAAAAAAABCE/rYbR4MdyfU4/s320/P5090025.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500631209591630450" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Buchanan Family&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(It was only afterward that we realized all our family photos highlight the back of Ava's head!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31508985-2510391010598131448?l=buchananfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://buchananfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2510391010598131448/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31508985&amp;postID=2510391010598131448" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31508985/posts/default/2510391010598131448?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31508985/posts/default/2510391010598131448?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://buchananfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2010/08/mothers-day-i-realize-that-im-about-3.html" title="" /><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16376296382389349376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0zfbYmURieE/SBYiHwaWi6I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/oh8FlElYxFk/S220/IMG_0038.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0zfbYmURieE/TFYq7_EJvJI/AAAAAAAABB8/SFyjx-cSdXU/s72-c/P5080018.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUAHSHs8eSp7ImA9WxFUGEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31508985.post-4675632804014487293</id><published>2010-06-28T21:24:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T19:28:59.571-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-06-29T19:28:59.571-05:00</app:edited><title /><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Plan B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We planned to go pick strawberries in April with my parents since we had so much fun &lt;a href="http://buchananfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2008/06/strawberry-fields-weekend-after-disney.html"&gt;two years ago&lt;/a&gt;. We had the weekend picked and everything. And then it rained all week leading up to our outing. And more rain was predicted. Instead of driving for an hour to play in the mud, we decided to find something closer to home.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All we could find was the Armed Forces celebration at Camp Mabry, but hey, they had horses, tanks, and helicopters. Something for everyone, right? And when the rain inevitably began to fall, we skipped out on the rest of the show and went to see &lt;i&gt;How to Train Your Dragon&lt;/i&gt;. Not a bad plan B.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0zfbYmURieE/TClcI0XUV7I/AAAAAAAABBc/qfSXeiIDGRQ/s320/IMG_2319.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488018927492814770" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0zfbYmURieE/TClcIGQNs5I/AAAAAAAABBU/2JB5bXG_SWI/s320/IMG_2320.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488018915114988434" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0zfbYmURieE/TClcJ8wcnrI/AAAAAAAABBs/HL6BBmYsVOM/s320/IMG_2326.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488018946925567666" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0zfbYmURieE/TClcJV3bo3I/AAAAAAAABBk/5DbXrm-cD5s/s320/IMG_2328.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488018936485880690" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0zfbYmURieE/TClcKgynWDI/AAAAAAAABB0/EHAVapk0E-c/s320/IMG_2329.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488018956598335538" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31508985-4675632804014487293?l=buchananfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://buchananfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4675632804014487293/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31508985&amp;postID=4675632804014487293" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31508985/posts/default/4675632804014487293?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31508985/posts/default/4675632804014487293?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://buchananfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2010/06/plan-b-we-planned-to-go-pick.html" title="" /><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16376296382389349376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0zfbYmURieE/SBYiHwaWi6I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/oh8FlElYxFk/S220/IMG_0038.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0zfbYmURieE/TClcI0XUV7I/AAAAAAAABBc/qfSXeiIDGRQ/s72-c/IMG_2319.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUMHR34_fSp7ImA9WxFUF0g.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31508985.post-9009020978494206452</id><published>2010-06-28T14:24:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T14:30:36.045-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-06-28T14:30:36.045-05:00</app:edited><title /><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Easter 2010&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0zfbYmURieE/TCj3xx43KfI/AAAAAAAABBM/fLyjhruaqVw/s1600/IMG_2291.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0zfbYmURieE/TCj3xx43KfI/AAAAAAAABBM/fLyjhruaqVw/s320/IMG_2291.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487908580528433650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Church Picnic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0zfbYmURieE/TCj3xVKO2VI/AAAAAAAABBE/ISz-b2w9XaI/s1600/IMG_2304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0zfbYmURieE/TCj3xVKO2VI/AAAAAAAABBE/ISz-b2w9XaI/s320/IMG_2304.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487908572816660818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;All Dressed Up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31508985-9009020978494206452?l=buchananfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://buchananfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/9009020978494206452/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31508985&amp;postID=9009020978494206452" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31508985/posts/default/9009020978494206452?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31508985/posts/default/9009020978494206452?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://buchananfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2010/06/easter-2010-church-picnic-all-dressed.html" title="" /><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16376296382389349376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0zfbYmURieE/SBYiHwaWi6I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/oh8FlElYxFk/S220/IMG_0038.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0zfbYmURieE/TCj3xx43KfI/AAAAAAAABBM/fLyjhruaqVw/s72-c/IMG_2291.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkUMSX84fip7ImA9WxFXF08.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31508985.post-1959667913604207059</id><published>2010-05-24T11:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T11:58:08.136-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-05-24T11:58:08.136-05:00</app:edited><title /><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0zfbYmURieE/S_qvyrefMfI/AAAAAAAABAY/uvNFYKOuy1c/s1600/IMG_2271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0zfbYmURieE/S_qvyrefMfI/AAAAAAAABAY/uvNFYKOuy1c/s320/IMG_2271.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474881582221177330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Father/Daughter Cruise Party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Another year, another dance. What a difference &lt;a href="http://buchananfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/daddydaughter-disco-abby-and-brad-went.html"&gt;a year&lt;/a&gt; can make!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31508985-1959667913604207059?l=buchananfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://buchananfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1959667913604207059/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31508985&amp;postID=1959667913604207059" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31508985/posts/default/1959667913604207059?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31508985/posts/default/1959667913604207059?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://buchananfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2010/05/fatherdaughter-cruise-party-another.html" title="" /><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16376296382389349376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0zfbYmURieE/SBYiHwaWi6I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/oh8FlElYxFk/S220/IMG_0038.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0zfbYmURieE/S_qvyrefMfI/AAAAAAAABAY/uvNFYKOuy1c/s72-c/IMG_2271.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A08HQHwzeip7ImA9WxFXF0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31508985.post-4350557030558834623</id><published>2010-05-24T11:39:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T11:50:31.282-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-05-24T11:50:31.282-05:00</app:edited><title /><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0zfbYmURieE/S_qsc66lusI/AAAAAAAABAI/Q9rE5RtTfE4/s1600/IMG_2266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0zfbYmURieE/S_qsc66lusI/AAAAAAAABAI/Q9rE5RtTfE4/s320/IMG_2266.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474877909873572546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0zfbYmURieE/S_qscXxqR1I/AAAAAAAABAA/GpFHfBJcGAM/s1600/IMG_2269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0zfbYmURieE/S_qscXxqR1I/AAAAAAAABAA/GpFHfBJcGAM/s320/IMG_2269.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474877900440880978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spring Break&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spring Break was my first chance to be home with ALL THREE kids at once. It went surprisingly well. We even fit in a trip to the Austin Zoo. And the goat didn't eat our map this time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went with our neighbors and I took a bottle for Ava (only her second ever). She refused to take it from me, so Shannon patiently took 45 minutes to give Ava 3 ounces in the midst of her screams (Ava's, not Shannon's!). I think I would have given up on the bottle much sooner. I was so blessed to have reinforcements that day!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0zfbYmURieE/S_qtkk31FRI/AAAAAAAABAQ/ZPdSQTNbD1M/s320/IMG_2270.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474879140906997010" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31508985-4350557030558834623?l=buchananfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://buchananfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4350557030558834623/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31508985&amp;postID=4350557030558834623" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31508985/posts/default/4350557030558834623?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31508985/posts/default/4350557030558834623?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://buchananfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2010/05/spring-break-spring-break-was-my-first.html" title="" /><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16376296382389349376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0zfbYmURieE/SBYiHwaWi6I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/oh8FlElYxFk/S220/IMG_0038.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0zfbYmURieE/S_qsc66lusI/AAAAAAAABAI/Q9rE5RtTfE4/s72-c/IMG_2266.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak8ARX89eip7ImA9WxFXF0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31508985.post-3168421848710551825</id><published>2010-05-24T11:24:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T11:34:04.162-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-05-24T11:34:04.162-05:00</app:edited><title /><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Snow Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's hard to imagine snow on this hot, humid May day, but here's the proof of our Austin snow storm just 3 short months ago! You'll notice the grass in the bottom picture is completely visible on the ground (and in the snowman!). The kids had to rake up every last bit of snow to create their masterpiece. But he hung around 3-4 days, despite temps above freezing the very next day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0zfbYmURieE/S_qpK6TRQmI/AAAAAAAAA_o/HxpQqgdBqY0/s320/IMG_2236.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474874301936124514" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0zfbYmURieE/S_qpLRGPqAI/AAAAAAAAA_w/cEAOa8XPKbw/s320/IMG_2240.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474874308055508994" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0zfbYmURieE/S_qpMKSaVrI/AAAAAAAAA_4/_dcuygbgWnQ/s1600/IMG_2244.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0zfbYmURieE/S_qpMKSaVrI/AAAAAAAAA_4/_dcuygbgWnQ/s320/IMG_2244.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474874323407361714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31508985-3168421848710551825?l=buchananfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://buchananfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3168421848710551825/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31508985&amp;postID=3168421848710551825" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31508985/posts/default/3168421848710551825?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31508985/posts/default/3168421848710551825?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://buchananfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2010/05/snow-day-its-hard-to-imagine-snow-on.html" title="" /><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16376296382389349376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0zfbYmURieE/SBYiHwaWi6I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/oh8FlElYxFk/S220/IMG_0038.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0zfbYmURieE/S_qpK6TRQmI/AAAAAAAAA_o/HxpQqgdBqY0/s72-c/IMG_2236.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0cCRX0yfip7ImA9Wx5XEk4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31508985.post-1019197106415955530</id><published>2010-05-24T11:12:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T14:57:44.396-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-09-11T14:57:44.396-05:00</app:edited><title /><content type="html">&lt;b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kids Say the Darndest Things&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will saw a man at the park the other day. He said, "There goes Josh's dad!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A pretty normal thing for a kid to say except he doesn't know anyone named Josh (see my earlier &lt;a href="http://buchananfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2009/12/wills-world-time-to-catch-up-on-our.html"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt; about pretend real people). We have had a lot of "Josh" sightings recently. We think it's because that's the name of a character in one of his books.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I told Brad that Will had seen "Josh's dad" at the park and the following conversation ensued:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brad: Who is Josh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will: Oh, he works for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brad: He works for you? Where do you work?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will: At Costco.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brad: Josh works for you at Costco and you saw his dad at the park?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will: Yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brad: What do you do at Costco?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will: I have a lot of people who work for me. They make robots.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brad: What do the robots do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will: They help do my job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brad: So you have people at Costco who work for you making robots to do your job at Costco?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will: Yeah, it's pretty cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31508985-1019197106415955530?l=buchananfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://buchananfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1019197106415955530/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31508985&amp;postID=1019197106415955530" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31508985/posts/default/1019197106415955530?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31508985/posts/default/1019197106415955530?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://buchananfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2010/05/kids-say-darndest-things-will-saw-man.html" title="" /><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16376296382389349376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0zfbYmURieE/SBYiHwaWi6I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/oh8FlElYxFk/S220/IMG_0038.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0MDRnYycCp7ImA9WxFSGUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31508985.post-8513259257011108301</id><published>2010-04-22T10:48:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T10:51:17.898-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-04-22T10:51:17.898-05:00</app:edited><title /><content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Busted!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, so several people have asked about Ava sleeping through the night this week. That was actually 3 weeks ago (note the date on the post). I just now got around to uploading pics from the camera and only published the post this week. Sigh.  We've had no more miracle nights, but 2 nights ago, she slept from 7:30-3:45. Technically that's sleeping through the night because it's more than 6 hours. Too bad I was awake for half of it! More updates to come soon . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31508985-8513259257011108301?l=buchananfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://buchananfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8513259257011108301/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31508985&amp;postID=8513259257011108301" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31508985/posts/default/8513259257011108301?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31508985/posts/default/8513259257011108301?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://buchananfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2010/04/busted-okay-so-several-people-have.html" title="" /><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16376296382389349376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0zfbYmURieE/SBYiHwaWi6I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/oh8FlElYxFk/S220/IMG_0038.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0QEQHwyfSp7ImA9WxFSGUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31508985.post-1299679148854117952</id><published>2010-04-14T20:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T10:48:21.295-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-04-22T10:48:21.295-05:00</app:edited><title /><content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Picture this!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I put Will to bed wearing a long-sleeve Christmas PJ top, a pull-up, and socks . . . on his hands. No pants. No sheets. Just the way he likes it. I went back in to check on him and he was lying face down with his head on a small pillow and his rear raised on a larger pillow. Too bad a picture would have awakened him! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31508985-1299679148854117952?l=buchananfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://buchananfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1299679148854117952/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31508985&amp;postID=1299679148854117952" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31508985/posts/default/1299679148854117952?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31508985/posts/default/1299679148854117952?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://buchananfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2010/04/picture-this-i-put-will-to-bed-wearing.html" title="" /><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16376296382389349376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0zfbYmURieE/SBYiHwaWi6I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/oh8FlElYxFk/S220/IMG_0038.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0ANRnY5fyp7ImA9WxFSGEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31508985.post-1350946924430767989</id><published>2010-04-01T17:33:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T12:09:57.827-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-04-21T12:09:57.827-05:00</app:edited><title /><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0zfbYmURieE/S88tfnNwoVI/AAAAAAAAA_I/Jz-evC5htcs/s1600/P2040070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0zfbYmURieE/S88tfnNwoVI/AAAAAAAAA_I/Jz-evC5htcs/s320/P2040070.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462634894149591378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0zfbYmURieE/S7Ump3bPctI/AAAAAAAAA-g/S-2rrQkOLfs/s320/P2030062_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455309024323924690" /&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0zfbYmURieE/S7UmPA45ShI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/Pigb4ezaRQo/s320/IMG_2186_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455308563007752722" /&gt;&lt;b&gt;No Foolin'&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I've been gone for a little while. Most of you know Ava Nicole Buchanan joined us on February 3. I was induced and she was born in a record 1.5 hours. Yikes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She weighed in at 8 lbs. 15 oz. and 21.5 inches.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Needless to say, the ensuing two months have been a whirlwind. I don't really remember anything from February or March. Except the Olympics. I think I watched the entire games straight through! Ava even has a ski jump position (standing in our laps) if that tells you anything about my state of mind! I guess I should have been blogging to help me remember something more substantive, but I've literally had her in my arms for about two months straight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Abby and Will both do great with her. Abby can actually hold and entertain her while I'm otherwise occupied (okay, so maybe I haven't held her the WHOLE time). She reads Ava books and has also given her a bottle. Will loves to talk to her and hold her occasionally (with supervision of course). He takes it on as his personal mission to stop her from crying the least little bit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the biggest news of all--she slept from 11-8 last night!! That's right. Nine hours at less than 2 months. And this is no April Fool's. I just hope she's not fooling us! I'm sure it won't happen every night, but now we know it's possible. And it's way sooner than the other two ever even considered sleeping that long. I feel so rejuvenated today. I really hope we're onto something because sleep deprivation is for the birds!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center;float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0zfbYmURieE/S88qRVnWiqI/AAAAAAAAA-w/5l1h23EjYFo/s320/IMG_2232.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462631350372043426" /&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center;float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0zfbYmURieE/S88qSJoH0CI/AAAAAAAAA-4/FDstHEhLZT8/s320/IMG_2228.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462631364333916194" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31508985-1350946924430767989?l=buchananfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://buchananfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1350946924430767989/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31508985&amp;postID=1350946924430767989" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31508985/posts/default/1350946924430767989?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31508985/posts/default/1350946924430767989?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://buchananfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2010/04/no-foolin-so-ive-been-gone-for-little.html" title="" /><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16376296382389349376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0zfbYmURieE/SBYiHwaWi6I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/oh8FlElYxFk/S220/IMG_0038.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0zfbYmURieE/S88tfnNwoVI/AAAAAAAAA_I/Jz-evC5htcs/s72-c/P2040070.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkQGRH4yfSp7ImA9WxBXE0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31508985.post-4463504787250280729</id><published>2010-01-24T15:53:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T15:58:45.095-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-01-24T15:58:45.095-06:00</app:edited><title /><content type="html">&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Risk-y Business&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brad (BradDB) is on the couch watching football and trying to teach Will (Super Will) how to play Risk on the computer. This is after several attempts over the last months to get him to play the Lord of the Rings Risk board game. I keep trying to telling him that 3's a little young to grasp the game, but he is relentless!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31508985-4463504787250280729?l=buchananfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://buchananfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4463504787250280729/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31508985&amp;postID=4463504787250280729" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31508985/posts/default/4463504787250280729?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31508985/posts/default/4463504787250280729?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://buchananfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2010/01/risk-y-business-brad-braddb-is-on-couch.html" title="" /><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16376296382389349376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0zfbYmURieE/SBYiHwaWi6I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/oh8FlElYxFk/S220/IMG_0038.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>

