<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5854170160083894133</id><updated>2012-01-28T14:21:40.186-08:00</updated><category term='cooking'/><category term='Western'/><category term='Swim'/><category term='reading'/><category term='Lyla'/><category term='flag day'/><category term='birthday fun'/><category term='fish'/><category term='indoor activities'/><category term='books'/><category term='Morgan'/><category term='Holiday'/><category term='Daddy'/><category term='baby smithson'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='cupcakes'/><category term='grandma and grandpa hopkins'/><category term='christmas'/><category term='FHE'/><category term='camping'/><category term='Race'/><category term='field trip'/><category term='fall'/><category term='school'/><category term='Oliver'/><category term='Thanksgiving.'/><category term='service'/><category term='museum'/><category term='crafts'/><category term='Nicole'/><category term='Grandpa George'/><category term='Zoo'/><category term='art projects'/><category term='Noelle'/><category term='Grandma Traci'/><category term='Garden'/><category term='canning'/><category term='Grandpa Smithson'/><category term='Liz'/><category term='pumpkin patch'/><category term='family fun'/><category term='science experiment'/><category term='Cake'/><category term='Melanie'/><category term='Dance'/><category term='park'/><category term='Mom'/><category term='Brandon'/><title type='text'>2 Tutus and 1 Pocket Full of Frogs</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bncsmithson.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854170160083894133/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bncsmithson.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854170160083894133/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Brandon and Camille Smithson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05243916756539978756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IyKrJv648_s/TTcvPE9C4tI/AAAAAAAAEIo/_sbSihh8IIk/S220/100_0008.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>526</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5854170160083894133.post-7756156811091963151</id><published>2012-01-28T13:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T13:55:58.445-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Race'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mom'/><title type='text'>The Color Run</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today was... Epic. :)  It was the first Arizona Color Run 5K, and I'm happy to say I did it!  Last night I found out that I would be running with 6 THOUSAND of my "closest friends" and, because agoraphobic, I FREAKED!  6 Thousand?  The biggest race I have previously been involved in had 3000 and I had major anxiety.  And that race was a half marathon, so there was room to spread out.  But, I decided I was going to wo-man up and do this thing.  I'm so glad I did.  It was so much fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here are some pictures from the event.  Here we are getting ready to walk to the started line.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UcWN2v4mmc0/TyRsNbULfRI/AAAAAAAAH8s/cuwl9HTk3yY/s1600/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702802006084386066" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UcWN2v4mmc0/TyRsNbULfRI/AAAAAAAAH8s/cuwl9HTk3yY/s400/004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Before pictures:&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rxkC6oX8klo/TyRsNDy6vhI/AAAAAAAAH8g/fQ6JPgfI0mQ/s1600/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702801999770861074" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rxkC6oX8klo/TyRsNDy6vhI/AAAAAAAAH8g/fQ6JPgfI0mQ/s400/006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fo8JwmYZh6I/TyRryGnmOwI/AAAAAAAAH8U/M91TceKrqj8/s1600/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702801536672217858" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fo8JwmYZh6I/TyRryGnmOwI/AAAAAAAAH8U/M91TceKrqj8/s400/007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-blUFJLz97-M/TyRrx0tADXI/AAAAAAAAH8I/vyKDplJSl_M/s1600/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702801531863043442" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-blUFJLz97-M/TyRrx0tADXI/AAAAAAAAH8I/vyKDplJSl_M/s400/008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(I love my girlies)  I didn't take a before with my little man, but here is one with my love of my life:&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d1K1PC6djKc/TyRphJBpHWI/AAAAAAAAH7M/seicbMjKJEw/s1600/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702799046237298018" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d1K1PC6djKc/TyRphJBpHWI/AAAAAAAAH7M/seicbMjKJEw/s400/009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And my friend, MaKell, ran too!  Here we are before:&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4cv5cxHR8hs/TyRpgE25PoI/AAAAAAAAH7A/VDE4jlA9RMU/s1600/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702799027938606722" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4cv5cxHR8hs/TyRpgE25PoI/AAAAAAAAH7A/VDE4jlA9RMU/s400/012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ready for some after?&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lDlINj1plCk/TyRpfyByvEI/AAAAAAAAH60/YsDEd-tppVk/s1600/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702799022884043842" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lDlINj1plCk/TyRpfyByvEI/AAAAAAAAH60/YsDEd-tppVk/s400/014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nQq9mZHklUs/TyRpfBancjI/AAAAAAAAH6o/MLTOeBB75vg/s1600/019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702799009834824242" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nQq9mZHklUs/TyRpfBancjI/AAAAAAAAH6o/MLTOeBB75vg/s400/019.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VCmHBp0e0bM/TyRpeyaVueI/AAAAAAAAH6c/GOo1-b9nqIY/s1600/026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702799005807131106" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VCmHBp0e0bM/TyRpeyaVueI/AAAAAAAAH6c/GOo1-b9nqIY/s400/026.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The race was fun.  It wasn't timed, so there wasn't any pressure to go fast.  They chucked color chalk at you every K, which was fun.  The cloud of chalk was so think running through the color stations, that it was hard to see and breathe.  I have to say, it tasted AWFUL.  But, even with the awful taste and large crowd, which didn't feel too bad (perhaps because I started up front with MaKell, or because there really weren't too many on lookers), I will definitely do it again.  And next time, I'll register Melanie to do it with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/5854170160083894133-7756156811091963151?l=bncsmithson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bncsmithson.blogspot.com/feeds/7756156811091963151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5854170160083894133&amp;postID=7756156811091963151' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854170160083894133/posts/default/7756156811091963151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854170160083894133/posts/default/7756156811091963151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bncsmithson.blogspot.com/2012/01/color-run.html' title='The Color Run'/><author><name>Brandon and Camille Smithson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05243916756539978756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IyKrJv648_s/TTcvPE9C4tI/AAAAAAAAEIo/_sbSihh8IIk/S220/100_0008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UcWN2v4mmc0/TyRsNbULfRI/AAAAAAAAH8s/cuwl9HTk3yY/s72-c/004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5854170160083894133.post-3183662475297895466</id><published>2012-01-26T12:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T16:20:12.350-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Melanie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oliver'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Noelle'/><title type='text'>Fun Kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-44BMVKIFULI/TyHEgNZ_xDI/AAAAAAAAH6Q/MRxWniFWcgA/s1600/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love being mom.  There are times when it is really hard.  Times when I think being an engineer would be much much easier.   (For example, my co-workers may have whined, but I could usually shut the office door and it would go away... you can't always do that as mom and not feel guilty.)  As an engineer, at the end of the day, people acknowledge my decisions as being intelligent.  I am a smart person...  But as mom, sometimes it doesn't feel that way.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But, as a mom, I get to experience things like these:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702054654167655890" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nNkf8nipKa8/TyHEf0eGpdI/AAAAAAAAH6E/HoMgypla_NY/s400/004.JPG" /&gt;(Melanie and Noelle sporting their robes and shaking some booty)&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Wh1dQWKReN0/TyG_fIfahWI/AAAAAAAAH54/lcKKbCYh9_w/s1600/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702049144803853666" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Wh1dQWKReN0/TyG_fIfahWI/AAAAAAAAH54/lcKKbCYh9_w/s400/002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Melanie and Noelle sharing a room for the first time)&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sWpT4cKD7EE/TyG5oV0fb0I/AAAAAAAAH5s/bRv38KBtGGs/s1600/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702042705930972994" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sWpT4cKD7EE/TyG5oV0fb0I/AAAAAAAAH5s/bRv38KBtGGs/s400/004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Noelle and Oliver snuggling in Noelle's bed following Noelle's nap time)&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LTs9mWYZpNI/TyG4r8HLeQI/AAAAAAAAH5g/hZT-GDtAs1I/s1600/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702041668237883650" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LTs9mWYZpNI/TyG4r8HLeQI/AAAAAAAAH5g/hZT-GDtAs1I/s400/005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are so many other fun experiences are way, at the end of all the craziness of our days, I LOVE being mom.&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/5854170160083894133-3183662475297895466?l=bncsmithson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bncsmithson.blogspot.com/feeds/3183662475297895466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5854170160083894133&amp;postID=3183662475297895466' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854170160083894133/posts/default/3183662475297895466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854170160083894133/posts/default/3183662475297895466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bncsmithson.blogspot.com/2012/01/fun-kids.html' title='Fun Kids'/><author><name>Brandon and Camille Smithson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05243916756539978756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IyKrJv648_s/TTcvPE9C4tI/AAAAAAAAEIo/_sbSihh8IIk/S220/100_0008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nNkf8nipKa8/TyHEf0eGpdI/AAAAAAAAH6E/HoMgypla_NY/s72-c/004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5854170160083894133.post-1677165435550046518</id><published>2012-01-24T14:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T14:29:21.726-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Melanie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Noelle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art projects'/><title type='text'>Stained Glass Hearts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's time to re-decorate again!.  We started with heart garland over the front window, and fun hearts in the kitchen... but after taking down the Christmas decorations from the back windows, they were looking a little bare.  We decided it was time to change things.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To make the stained glass, you need crayon shavings of whatever color you choose.  I grated a red and pink crayon.  I gave both girls a plain piece of white paper and allowed them to put the shavings on their paper however they would like.  Then we laid a piece of wax paper on top of the paper/crayon.  Then you set your iron to low.  I put a towel under the paper so I could iron the paper at the table.  I then put a small towel over the wax paper, just to be safe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aT2tcbAc2wk/Tx8toOwzO9I/AAAAAAAAH48/n7l7X8Kj43w/s1600/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701325822455135186" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aT2tcbAc2wk/Tx8toOwzO9I/AAAAAAAAH48/n7l7X8Kj43w/s400/004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Because it was on low... I let the girls do the ironing.  &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701324244379452818" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vJArGwnbA_k/Tx8sMX-PRZI/AAAAAAAAH4w/k1CdlaRuzBc/s400/008.JPG" /&gt;After the wax is melted and cooled, you can pull away the wax paper.  Then I let the girls paint over the entire paper with water colors.  The water colors won't stick to the wax from the crayon, so it gives it a really fun look.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KuyQrUeIZrM/Tx8sL5WJ4TI/AAAAAAAAH4k/oMYE9EcsPHE/s1600/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701324236158263602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KuyQrUeIZrM/Tx8sL5WJ4TI/AAAAAAAAH4k/oMYE9EcsPHE/s400/012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9472fMQPCu8/Tx8sLP_X3ZI/AAAAAAAAH4Y/sio2gArah3o/s1600/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701324225056857490" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9472fMQPCu8/Tx8sLP_X3ZI/AAAAAAAAH4Y/sio2gArah3o/s400/014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After everything was dry, I cut out hearts and let the girls hang them on the window.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_C32RntzMio/Tx8sK8RUUEI/AAAAAAAAH4I/Me3GP3OyOBQ/s1600/017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701324219763413058" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_C32RntzMio/Tx8sK8RUUEI/AAAAAAAAH4I/Me3GP3OyOBQ/s400/017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When the light came through the hearts for the first time, the girls were so excited!  I like them.&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2SIZMSJO1R4/Tx8sKllZyYI/AAAAAAAAH4A/fQtjhpSE3QQ/s1600/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701324213673642370" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2SIZMSJO1R4/Tx8sKllZyYI/AAAAAAAAH4A/fQtjhpSE3QQ/s400/018.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Ignore the dirty window.  I cleaned the inside of the window before taping the hearts on, but didn't clean the outside before taking the picture).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/5854170160083894133-1677165435550046518?l=bncsmithson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bncsmithson.blogspot.com/feeds/1677165435550046518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5854170160083894133&amp;postID=1677165435550046518' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854170160083894133/posts/default/1677165435550046518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854170160083894133/posts/default/1677165435550046518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bncsmithson.blogspot.com/2012/01/stained-glass-hearts.html' title='Stained Glass Hearts'/><author><name>Brandon and Camille Smithson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05243916756539978756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IyKrJv648_s/TTcvPE9C4tI/AAAAAAAAEIo/_sbSihh8IIk/S220/100_0008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aT2tcbAc2wk/Tx8toOwzO9I/AAAAAAAAH48/n7l7X8Kj43w/s72-c/004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5854170160083894133.post-2149556663300062668</id><published>2012-01-24T13:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T13:43:27.000-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Melanie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FHE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oliver'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Noelle'/><title type='text'>FHE: We Are Thankful</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gPJY8pM1KyE/Tx8jbnET1RI/AAAAAAAAH30/hwC9E0Hx0C0/s1600/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701314610524837138" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gPJY8pM1KyE/Tx8jbnET1RI/AAAAAAAAH30/hwC9E0Hx0C0/s400/012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yesterday's Family Home Evening was on being Thankful.  We read from the scriptures the story about the 10 Lepers that Jesus healed.  In the story, found in Luke 17, verses 11-19, only 1 of the healed returned to thank Him.  We talked about how important it is to say "thank you".  Then we wrote down things that we are thankful for on paper.  I helped Melanie and Brandon helped Noelle.  Between the two girls, they came up with 77 things.  We turn the papers into a thankful chain.  It was fun (and pretty).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After the lesson, I caught Noelle planning the next FHE.  (I taught the lesson while feeding a very hungry Oliver.  Apparently Noelle thought it looked fun).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-If9NnbqDxMk/Tx8jbbAULCI/AAAAAAAAH3o/ElPIySbiGvc/s1600/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701314607286856738" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-If9NnbqDxMk/Tx8jbbAULCI/AAAAAAAAH3o/ElPIySbiGvc/s400/014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RlSQ8NEddBE/Tx8jbD3v2dI/AAAAAAAAH3c/OAb0r1TIg4E/s1600/019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701314601076906450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RlSQ8NEddBE/Tx8jbD3v2dI/AAAAAAAAH3c/OAb0r1TIg4E/s400/019.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701314592400485970" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1cOa4f7PwN8/Tx8jajjILlI/AAAAAAAAH3Q/7bNFGmCjzCk/s400/017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is what Oliver was doing during the activity.  :)  I believe both girls listed him as something they were Thankful for.  I would have to agree.  I sure love this little man.&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/5854170160083894133-2149556663300062668?l=bncsmithson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bncsmithson.blogspot.com/feeds/2149556663300062668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5854170160083894133&amp;postID=2149556663300062668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854170160083894133/posts/default/2149556663300062668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854170160083894133/posts/default/2149556663300062668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bncsmithson.blogspot.com/2012/01/fhe-we-are-thankful.html' title='FHE: We Are Thankful'/><author><name>Brandon and Camille Smithson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05243916756539978756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IyKrJv648_s/TTcvPE9C4tI/AAAAAAAAEIo/_sbSihh8IIk/S220/100_0008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gPJY8pM1KyE/Tx8jbnET1RI/AAAAAAAAH30/hwC9E0Hx0C0/s72-c/012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5854170160083894133.post-3315948439752784533</id><published>2012-01-23T12:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T12:35:05.801-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oliver'/><title type='text'>2 Months Old!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oyVbIOVsRR0/Tx3CVewgNVI/AAAAAAAAH3E/4GgU9mHQUOc/s1600/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700926377610458450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oyVbIOVsRR0/Tx3CVewgNVI/AAAAAAAAH3E/4GgU9mHQUOc/s400/015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oliver has been part of our family for a full 2 months now!  It's crazy how fast time just flies by!  And it is also funny to think that 2 months ago he wasn't here, but now I can't imagine life without him in it.  He is just such a wonderful little man. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oliver is a generious smile giver.  He prefers to be held, but can also "chill out" on the floor or in his bouncy seat.  He is a cuddler.  And sometimes he is even a giggler.  He sleeps really good at night, only waking once to eat, and then goes right back to sleep.  Overall, he is one really really good baby.  I can't seem to get him to take a bottle yet, and he seems hungry every 2 hours (which is much more often than my girls) so I can't get away from him for long periods of time without him protesting... but with his smile, who'd want to?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I took him to the doctor on his 2 month birthday.  He weight 12 pounds, 1 ounce (this is 50%), he was 24 inches tall (this is 90%) and his hat size was 15-1/2 inches (this is slightly less than 50%).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The following day he had several bloody diapers, so he went back to the doctor.  The doctor on call tested the stool to ensure that the red was blood and not something else.  Sure enough, it was.  So... I am now diary free and soy free until I stop nursing or am told otherwise from the doctor.  So... for about 10 months.  If anyone has any good breakfast and lunch ideas for this diet, I'd love to hear them.  This is really hard for me, because I'm not really a dieter.  I'm a runner... and then I just eat whatever I want (within reason).  And speaking of running, all my favorite high carb meals for my long runs have cheese... so I may need help there too.  I have a marathon I'm training for and I'm currently out of ideas for the pre-race and post-race meals.  Anyhow, let me hear them, I'd appreciate it! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5854170160083894133-3315948439752784533?l=bncsmithson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bncsmithson.blogspot.com/feeds/3315948439752784533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5854170160083894133&amp;postID=3315948439752784533' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854170160083894133/posts/default/3315948439752784533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854170160083894133/posts/default/3315948439752784533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bncsmithson.blogspot.com/2012/01/2-months-old.html' title='2 Months Old!'/><author><name>Brandon and Camille Smithson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05243916756539978756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IyKrJv648_s/TTcvPE9C4tI/AAAAAAAAEIo/_sbSihh8IIk/S220/100_0008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oyVbIOVsRR0/Tx3CVewgNVI/AAAAAAAAH3E/4GgU9mHQUOc/s72-c/015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5854170160083894133.post-7018857986636505352</id><published>2012-01-17T12:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T12:23:48.357-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family fun'/><title type='text'>FHE: Heavenly Father has a Body</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yesterday was Monday, and that means Family Home Evening. We learned that Heavenly Father has a body of flesh and bones, just like ours... and that he created us in his image. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IiIKvugOOmA/TxXXDK40BMI/AAAAAAAAH2s/vGnlRXSpw5Y/s1600/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698697352969454786" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IiIKvugOOmA/TxXXDK40BMI/AAAAAAAAH2s/vGnlRXSpw5Y/s400/001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We drew pictures of our selves and saw a picture of the first vision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9_usZrHebko/TxXXC62R5nI/AAAAAAAAH2g/rhx53a9yXfI/s1600/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698697348663862898" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9_usZrHebko/TxXXC62R5nI/AAAAAAAAH2g/rhx53a9yXfI/s400/004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And then, because we were so thankful for our bodies, we made Snowmen bodies out of donuts, chocolate chips, pretzels, and reese peanut butter cups. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6bXYaM8N-Sc/TxXXCoSMHuI/AAAAAAAAH2U/RtcjWTpO4hk/s1600/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698697343680650978" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6bXYaM8N-Sc/TxXXCoSMHuI/AAAAAAAAH2U/RtcjWTpO4hk/s400/006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x7CtMbEZQrI/TxXWN62JNII/AAAAAAAAH2I/y2eQkn4GLWU/s1600/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698696438130226306" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x7CtMbEZQrI/TxXWN62JNII/AAAAAAAAH2I/y2eQkn4GLWU/s400/007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Melanie's:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FfEFxuWMjJg/TxXWNqkdQaI/AAAAAAAAH18/2dQAGo-3ut4/s1600/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698696433761075618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FfEFxuWMjJg/TxXWNqkdQaI/AAAAAAAAH18/2dQAGo-3ut4/s400/008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mommy's:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TlvjRbn_lTc/TxXWNIbOlgI/AAAAAAAAH1w/VTpK05Ul_wU/s1600/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698696424595559938" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TlvjRbn_lTc/TxXWNIbOlgI/AAAAAAAAH1w/VTpK05Ul_wU/s400/011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Daddy's:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XWVSNyD1Umc/TxXWNJS2BMI/AAAAAAAAH1k/3RvodzEL-ZU/s1600/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698696424828830914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XWVSNyD1Umc/TxXWNJS2BMI/AAAAAAAAH1k/3RvodzEL-ZU/s400/012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Noelle ate hers up too fast to get on camera... but I'm sure there is a happy snowman in her tummy!&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/5854170160083894133-7018857986636505352?l=bncsmithson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bncsmithson.blogspot.com/feeds/7018857986636505352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5854170160083894133&amp;postID=7018857986636505352' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854170160083894133/posts/default/7018857986636505352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854170160083894133/posts/default/7018857986636505352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bncsmithson.blogspot.com/2012/01/fhe-heavenly-father-has-body.html' title='FHE: Heavenly Father has a Body'/><author><name>Brandon and Camille Smithson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05243916756539978756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IyKrJv648_s/TTcvPE9C4tI/AAAAAAAAEIo/_sbSihh8IIk/S220/100_0008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IiIKvugOOmA/TxXXDK40BMI/AAAAAAAAH2s/vGnlRXSpw5Y/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5854170160083894133.post-4104298626266916956</id><published>2012-01-17T11:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T12:04:28.355-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Melanie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Noelle'/><title type='text'>Someday they will laugh...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Someday the girls will see these pictures and laugh, I'm sure of it. Last week the girls were playing "baby". They took turns being the baby in Oliver's carseat... and then they took turns "nursing" eachother. Can I just say how grateful I am that they don't actually KNOW how I nurse Oliver. I actually heard Melanie say "Noelle... you forgot to feed me. You have to put your hand on my mouth!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F26YKrbaXY8/TxXSsLX_XfI/AAAAAAAAH1Y/vxTPgOFN1JQ/s1600/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698692559916719602" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F26YKrbaXY8/TxXSsLX_XfI/AAAAAAAAH1Y/vxTPgOFN1JQ/s400/004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wY9n8fk5Yl4/TxXSr2dQ8dI/AAAAAAAAH1M/fgvM7lTpr9U/s1600/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698692554301698514" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wY9n8fk5Yl4/TxXSr2dQ8dI/AAAAAAAAH1M/fgvM7lTpr9U/s400/005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Perhaps I should tell her... but, then again... this is just too funny. And innocent!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5854170160083894133-4104298626266916956?l=bncsmithson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bncsmithson.blogspot.com/feeds/4104298626266916956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5854170160083894133&amp;postID=4104298626266916956' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854170160083894133/posts/default/4104298626266916956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854170160083894133/posts/default/4104298626266916956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bncsmithson.blogspot.com/2012/01/someday-they-will-laugh.html' title='Someday they will laugh...'/><author><name>Brandon and Camille Smithson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05243916756539978756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IyKrJv648_s/TTcvPE9C4tI/AAAAAAAAEIo/_sbSihh8IIk/S220/100_0008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F26YKrbaXY8/TxXSsLX_XfI/AAAAAAAAH1Y/vxTPgOFN1JQ/s72-c/004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5854170160083894133.post-7419082565735222966</id><published>2012-01-17T11:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T11:54:28.217-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Melanie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Noelle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='museum'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='park'/><title type='text'>The Plane!  The Plane!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yesterday was just a "plane" ole fun day. (okay, that was my sorry attempt at using the work "plane" as a pun... just smile). We first went to the Arizona Wings of CAF Museum next to the Falcon Field Airport. At the museum, we got to check out a variety of fun airplanes, tour a bomber, and see some airplane mechanics at work. It was a lot of fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PYI55EvzlFk/TxXPebTeztI/AAAAAAAAH1A/E7QZp6NbdNk/s1600/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698689025139723986" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PYI55EvzlFk/TxXPebTeztI/AAAAAAAAH1A/E7QZp6NbdNk/s400/010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We met up with friends Jennifer, Aidan, Trae, and Chloe for the aeronautical excitement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bTn3r6J9Wd8/TxXPeE_8FQI/AAAAAAAAH00/wN8in7VNmtU/s1600/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698689019152176386" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bTn3r6J9Wd8/TxXPeE_8FQI/AAAAAAAAH00/wN8in7VNmtU/s400/014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is a picture of Noelle and Melanie right below the cockpit of the bomber. I didn't realize that the pilot sits up above and the nose of the plane is actually where gun men sit. That hand you see above Melanie's head belongs to one of the owners of the plane. He was working on something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CzvKI_nk8sc/TxXNQzjKAdI/AAAAAAAAH0Q/ThPyerfWywQ/s1600/017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698686592106496466" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CzvKI_nk8sc/TxXNQzjKAdI/AAAAAAAAH0Q/ThPyerfWywQ/s400/017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In the next picture, we are in the tail in of the plane. I've seen this type of things in movies... it was crazy to actually see it in "real life".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MdnlWixM1-I/TxXNQIXXBtI/AAAAAAAAH0E/vvJJ563_bzk/s1600/019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698686580514293458" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MdnlWixM1-I/TxXNQIXXBtI/AAAAAAAAH0E/vvJJ563_bzk/s400/019.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yG0DI6u2NTo/TxXNP-vStOI/AAAAAAAAHz0/JP0VYW_sOlM/s1600/020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698686577930319074" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yG0DI6u2NTo/TxXNP-vStOI/AAAAAAAAHz0/JP0VYW_sOlM/s400/020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Beware! It's a Smithson with a weapon... and they seem to know how to use it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zLcp_68r3zc/TxXNPlmEj8I/AAAAAAAAHzs/SBCAa1QEE6A/s1600/021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698686571180756930" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zLcp_68r3zc/TxXNPlmEj8I/AAAAAAAAHzs/SBCAa1QEE6A/s400/021.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Seriously! It was really neat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6v5A4QIemw4/TxXLwmuJg-I/AAAAAAAAHzg/frfT6aWg-9A/s1600/022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698684939395498978" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6v5A4QIemw4/TxXLwmuJg-I/AAAAAAAAHzg/frfT6aWg-9A/s400/022.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is a picture of the plane we were touring from the outside. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yNVbGba2FN8/TxXLwLjtCxI/AAAAAAAAHzU/5_j8pDGGUDE/s1600/023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698684932103932690" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yNVbGba2FN8/TxXLwLjtCxI/AAAAAAAAHzU/5_j8pDGGUDE/s400/023.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After we explored the entire museum, Jennifer took Melanie and Aidan back up into the bomber. The next two pictures are ones she took. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i2qXZwMdITE/TxXLv2HO4pI/AAAAAAAAHzE/bQ-UvCGZ9zo/s1600/bomber1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698684926347371154" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i2qXZwMdITE/TxXLv2HO4pI/AAAAAAAAHzE/bQ-UvCGZ9zo/s400/bomber1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8mcG2ajr4xc/TxXLv6suyTI/AAAAAAAAHy8/B_UytAtGCzE/s1600/bomber2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698684927578392882" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8mcG2ajr4xc/TxXLv6suyTI/AAAAAAAAHy8/B_UytAtGCzE/s400/bomber2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After the tour of the museum, we head over to what we affectionately refer to as the "airplane park". We had a picnic and then played until it was nap time. One of the airplanes we witnessed get ready to take off while we were at the museum flew over head while we were at the park. It was loud and fun! We had a lot of fun! Thank you Jennifer, Aidan, Trae and Chloe for joining us on this adventure!&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/5854170160083894133-7419082565735222966?l=bncsmithson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bncsmithson.blogspot.com/feeds/7419082565735222966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5854170160083894133&amp;postID=7419082565735222966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854170160083894133/posts/default/7419082565735222966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854170160083894133/posts/default/7419082565735222966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bncsmithson.blogspot.com/2012/01/plane-plane.html' title='The Plane!  The Plane!'/><author><name>Brandon and Camille Smithson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05243916756539978756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IyKrJv648_s/TTcvPE9C4tI/AAAAAAAAEIo/_sbSihh8IIk/S220/100_0008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PYI55EvzlFk/TxXPebTeztI/AAAAAAAAH1A/E7QZp6NbdNk/s72-c/010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5854170160083894133.post-4613204438497662809</id><published>2012-01-13T14:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T15:47:49.910-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='science experiment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Melanie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Noelle'/><title type='text'>Mad Science</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Mad Scientist at the Smithson House decided to do a crazy experiment today. The experiment involved red cabbage juice. A little factual background: Red Cabbage is a natural pH indicator. It will change colors when it come into contact with acid or a base. Don't believe me... then check it out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zks3HyBKuVs/TxC9hapr-cI/AAAAAAAAHyw/xLO2xN15d6A/s1600/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697261910411180482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zks3HyBKuVs/TxC9hapr-cI/AAAAAAAAHyw/xLO2xN15d6A/s400/006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Above is one of my mad scientist waiting for the action. Below are 6 cups of red cabbage, also waiting for action.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ny_jXyiYaZQ/TxC8FlyvD5I/AAAAAAAAHyk/mze19c61YEE/s1600/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697260332853956498" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ny_jXyiYaZQ/TxC8FlyvD5I/AAAAAAAAHyk/mze19c61YEE/s400/005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here they are checking it out while we decide what to put into the cups first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qi8CtrxjKxw/TxC8FWJvXEI/AAAAAAAAHyY/4WRbCEa6074/s1600/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697260328655477826" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qi8CtrxjKxw/TxC8FWJvXEI/AAAAAAAAHyY/4WRbCEa6074/s400/007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Naturally, we decided on vinegar and baking soda. We use them in all our other experiments, why not this one? We started with the vinegar. What happens when you pour a clear liquid into a purple one? It turns hot pink! of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OxHIcgelmbU/TxC8E-QmLxI/AAAAAAAAHyM/Ps-_BiSBA_4/s1600/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697260322241785618" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OxHIcgelmbU/TxC8E-QmLxI/AAAAAAAAHyM/Ps-_BiSBA_4/s400/008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Noelle says she wants one to turn blue. Well... add the baking soda to a fresh cup of the indicator juice, and guess what you get... Blue!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tzt-csPJkYM/TxC8Eop8EdI/AAAAAAAAHyA/P0PVMwRpj-Q/s1600/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697260316442497490" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tzt-csPJkYM/TxC8Eop8EdI/AAAAAAAAHyA/P0PVMwRpj-Q/s400/009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now let's get creative... how about adding other things? Like soda?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g-IpAq9cMAo/TxC4-PneQ8I/AAAAAAAAHx0/ZnHkbFpRir8/s1600/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697256908107170754" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g-IpAq9cMAo/TxC4-PneQ8I/AAAAAAAAHx0/ZnHkbFpRir8/s400/013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Or laundry detergent?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ZRzYMgo8A0/TxC4954FI-I/AAAAAAAAHxk/sJjFMBCxMO8/s1600/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697256902271247330" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ZRzYMgo8A0/TxC4954FI-I/AAAAAAAAHxk/sJjFMBCxMO8/s400/015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We all got in on the action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_ycZRj48uhw/TxC49q-ekgI/AAAAAAAAHxc/VeeOLtQz1IM/s1600/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697256898271547906" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_ycZRj48uhw/TxC49q-ekgI/AAAAAAAAHxc/VeeOLtQz1IM/s400/018.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; From left to right you have: Vinegar, Juice from a fresh orange, Sprite, Laundry Detergent, Baking Soda, and a cup of Red Cabbage Juice with nothing added. If you can tell, if the pH is acidic, the indicator will turn a shade of pink (the shade depends on the acidity). If it is basic, the indicator will turn blue/green (the shade depends on the pH). Cool, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nFicHb0tiL0/TxC49YWtBXI/AAAAAAAAHxQ/e2gOaP8i0N8/s1600/017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697256893272884594" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nFicHb0tiL0/TxC49YWtBXI/AAAAAAAAHxQ/e2gOaP8i0N8/s400/017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then we got really crazy and decided to see if we could get the pH back to neutral (or in Laman's terms, we wanted the solution to be purple again.) We added vinegar (an acid) to the basic solutions. Instant volcanic action! The detergent never returned to purple, but the baking soda did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qSSDegiVlkU/TxC31POmEBI/AAAAAAAAHxI/3qJWYH2XFl4/s1600/022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697255653872373778" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qSSDegiVlkU/TxC31POmEBI/AAAAAAAAHxI/3qJWYH2XFl4/s400/022.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then we added ant-acids to the acidic mixtures (starting with the vinegar)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FsF0U6utGgg/TxC30-9cdQI/AAAAAAAAHw4/Qz-7Gf17hJg/s1600/024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697255649505473794" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FsF0U6utGgg/TxC30-9cdQI/AAAAAAAAHw4/Qz-7Gf17hJg/s400/024.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cool, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5MsDMmCaofg/TxC30oPSvOI/AAAAAAAAHws/a6Rt9fgP9rE/s1600/030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697255643406318818" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5MsDMmCaofg/TxC30oPSvOI/AAAAAAAAHws/a6Rt9fgP9rE/s400/030.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zUPuM59rqE8/TxC30QTEhcI/AAAAAAAAHwg/IVFjjaAaRJ8/s1600/031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697255636979713474" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zUPuM59rqE8/TxC30QTEhcI/AAAAAAAAHwg/IVFjjaAaRJ8/s400/031.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I did a similar experiment with my Grandma George when I was a little girl. I always remembered it. We didn't try to get the solutions purple again, but we did check out the color changes that occur with acids and bases. Anyhow, we had fun. If anyone wants to know how to make the red cabbage juice, just email me. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/5854170160083894133-4613204438497662809?l=bncsmithson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bncsmithson.blogspot.com/feeds/4613204438497662809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5854170160083894133&amp;postID=4613204438497662809' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854170160083894133/posts/default/4613204438497662809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854170160083894133/posts/default/4613204438497662809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bncsmithson.blogspot.com/2012/01/mad-science.html' title='Mad Science'/><author><name>Brandon and Camille Smithson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05243916756539978756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IyKrJv648_s/TTcvPE9C4tI/AAAAAAAAEIo/_sbSihh8IIk/S220/100_0008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zks3HyBKuVs/TxC9hapr-cI/AAAAAAAAHyw/xLO2xN15d6A/s72-c/006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5854170160083894133.post-5949236979403878440</id><published>2012-01-10T08:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T08:57:33.907-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FHE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family fun'/><title type='text'>FHE: Tower of Babel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yesterday, we had a fun Family Home Evening. I taught a lesson on following Heavenly Father's commandments. It is important to do so to return to live with Him again. I told the story about the people building a tower to get to heaven, and how that was not choosing the right. The story was complete with mom drawing stick people and a tower on a large construction document. Then we discussed ways we can follow Heavenly Father's commandments. It was a good, short lesson.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LniuFxpjZOw/Twxn-fgQ3fI/AAAAAAAAHwU/IMmnKKt5gyI/s1600/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696041952023207410" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LniuFxpjZOw/Twxn-fgQ3fI/AAAAAAAAHwU/IMmnKKt5gyI/s400/013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then, to have a little fun, we decided to build an edible "tower of Babel". Obviously, we didn't want to reach heaven, but it was fun to see how high we could "climb".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EtVOglPObUo/TwxnBE9rgKI/AAAAAAAAHwI/jfewuT4sgx0/s1600/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696040896926810274" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EtVOglPObUo/TwxnBE9rgKI/AAAAAAAAHwI/jfewuT4sgx0/s400/014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XvAe_cvnyCo/TwxnA4I6o1I/AAAAAAAAHv8/mVbQs7kGrz0/s1600/024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696040893484278610" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XvAe_cvnyCo/TwxnA4I6o1I/AAAAAAAAHv8/mVbQs7kGrz0/s400/024.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3kjqeoAENEA/Twxk4Jxwk2I/AAAAAAAAHvs/2qSfGuR6Yhw/s1600/027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696038544576910178" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3kjqeoAENEA/Twxk4Jxwk2I/AAAAAAAAHvs/2qSfGuR6Yhw/s400/027.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sK_qnEvJTlM/Twxk36l6XpI/AAAAAAAAHvk/02CDTOdF0ko/s1600/028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696038540500688530" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sK_qnEvJTlM/Twxk36l6XpI/AAAAAAAAHvk/02CDTOdF0ko/s400/028.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 5 cake bricks later, the tower fell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PpIMdHGxFCU/TwxkY6f5YLI/AAAAAAAAHvY/sj8a0DTO5Dg/s1600/029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696038007899513010" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PpIMdHGxFCU/TwxkY6f5YLI/AAAAAAAAHvY/sj8a0DTO5Dg/s400/029.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It may have come tumbling down, but it still tasted pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CvVQfg-6zdE/TwxkYjnTQKI/AAAAAAAAHvM/StUPoNi7Fwg/s1600/032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696038001756553378" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CvVQfg-6zdE/TwxkYjnTQKI/AAAAAAAAHvM/StUPoNi7Fwg/s400/032.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was a lot of fun. I can't wait for next Monday.&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/5854170160083894133-5949236979403878440?l=bncsmithson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bncsmithson.blogspot.com/feeds/5949236979403878440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5854170160083894133&amp;postID=5949236979403878440' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854170160083894133/posts/default/5949236979403878440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854170160083894133/posts/default/5949236979403878440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bncsmithson.blogspot.com/2012/01/fhe-tower-of-babel.html' title='FHE: Tower of Babel'/><author><name>Brandon and Camille Smithson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05243916756539978756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IyKrJv648_s/TTcvPE9C4tI/AAAAAAAAEIo/_sbSihh8IIk/S220/100_0008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LniuFxpjZOw/Twxn-fgQ3fI/AAAAAAAAHwU/IMmnKKt5gyI/s72-c/013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5854170160083894133.post-6325018100258157323</id><published>2012-01-09T07:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T08:02:19.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Resolved....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's a whole new year, and a time to make new goals. So... here they are.. our 2012 resolutions (starting with some fun 2012 pictures that were taken at the Airplane Museum in Mesa)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DqH4MugUVSc/TwsLykBHNnI/AAAAAAAAHuI/yAXfBEEF0uo/s1600/072-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 286px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695659117029832306" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DqH4MugUVSc/TwsLykBHNnI/AAAAAAAAHuI/yAXfBEEF0uo/s400/072-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5x5cfUZL9ZU/TwsLyc-ViiI/AAAAAAAAHt4/ekaos_5L99I/s1600/032-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 399px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695659115139140130" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5x5cfUZL9ZU/TwsLyc-ViiI/AAAAAAAAHt4/ekaos_5L99I/s400/032-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K26SD8Pvq_Q/TwsLxnm0lxI/AAAAAAAAHtw/ZeCT9ERMfJA/s1600/042-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695659100813432594" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K26SD8Pvq_Q/TwsLxnm0lxI/AAAAAAAAHtw/ZeCT9ERMfJA/s400/042-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CnmDV_yoolo/TwsLxIhLksI/AAAAAAAAHtg/saiWifs34Ms/s1600/068-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695659092468273858" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CnmDV_yoolo/TwsLxIhLksI/AAAAAAAAHtg/saiWifs34Ms/s400/068-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HhHtFT3ECmM/TwsLw99bIcI/AAAAAAAAHtU/CGdvglwjMis/s1600/051-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 399px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695659089633944002" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HhHtFT3ECmM/TwsLw99bIcI/AAAAAAAAHtU/CGdvglwjMis/s400/051-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Obviously, Oliver's Resolutions were written by mom, and he will accomplish them and so much more over this year... but I still wanted him to be involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/-dNjEanyIxHA/TwsJn-KjKRI/AAAAAAAAHtI/YlM_r40bHL0/s1600/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695656736046917906" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dNjEanyIxHA/TwsJn-KjKRI/AAAAAAAAHtI/YlM_r40bHL0/s400/012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Noelle will have a big year of learning and growing. Here are a few things we will be focusing on this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GhtSuQwf26g/TwsJnW4MkSI/AAAAAAAAHtA/3KiGQ4GOcM0/s1600/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695656725500956962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GhtSuQwf26g/TwsJnW4MkSI/AAAAAAAAHtA/3KiGQ4GOcM0/s400/007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Melanie got a little fancy with decorating her resolutions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lZJELHSO1ug/TwsJnAIaGXI/AAAAAAAAHsw/JIaIDysVfew/s1600/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695656719394937202" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lZJELHSO1ug/TwsJnAIaGXI/AAAAAAAAHsw/JIaIDysVfew/s400/004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My resolutions encompass goals I didn't do so well last year and some things I'd just like to do better at or accomplish this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Oajwd1kvhoU/TwsJmtK56VI/AAAAAAAAHso/yFOr_SeHSbs/s1600/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695656714305136978" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Oajwd1kvhoU/TwsJmtK56VI/AAAAAAAAHso/yFOr_SeHSbs/s400/005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And Brandon's goals... I'm not going to lie... I wrote the 3rd one for him. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cNSifYByR4U/TwsJmNPvPWI/AAAAAAAAHsY/PF7DUAvTCBE/s1600/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695656705735474530" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cNSifYByR4U/TwsJmNPvPWI/AAAAAAAAHsY/PF7DUAvTCBE/s400/006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It will be fun to see how we did when this year is over. Hopefully we have a good report.&lt;/div&gt;&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/5854170160083894133-6325018100258157323?l=bncsmithson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bncsmithson.blogspot.com/feeds/6325018100258157323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5854170160083894133&amp;postID=6325018100258157323' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854170160083894133/posts/default/6325018100258157323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854170160083894133/posts/default/6325018100258157323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bncsmithson.blogspot.com/2012/01/resolved.html' title='Resolved....'/><author><name>Brandon and Camille Smithson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05243916756539978756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IyKrJv648_s/TTcvPE9C4tI/AAAAAAAAEIo/_sbSihh8IIk/S220/100_0008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DqH4MugUVSc/TwsLykBHNnI/AAAAAAAAHuI/yAXfBEEF0uo/s72-c/072-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5854170160083894133.post-2130404622251177467</id><published>2012-01-04T10:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T12:19:57.595-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='science experiment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Melanie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Noelle'/><title type='text'>Science Experiment: Volcanoes with a Twist</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Melanie and Noelle have both told me that their favorite thing to do with me is Science Experiments. Well, I love to do them too. I love to see them get all excited when something bubbles, or changes colors, or they learn something new. It is just too neat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, here is a twist on the volcano experiment. It uses vinegar, food coloring, and baking soda. Melanie saw me get these things out and was instantly excited. Then she saw me start pouring the baking soda on a cookie sheet, and she became confused. I love catching her off guard. Here are some pictures from our experiment:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AYUPHyYsOJ8/TwSgkiAIadI/AAAAAAAAHsM/u_XluYJxtyw/s1600/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693852378366241234" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AYUPHyYsOJ8/TwSgkiAIadI/AAAAAAAAHsM/u_XluYJxtyw/s400/004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Add a little colored vinegar, and you get little volcanoes. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9UZs-v5cyPc/TwSgkQd1Z-I/AAAAAAAAHsA/yqXJfsnhF9U/s1600/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693852373658986466" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9UZs-v5cyPc/TwSgkQd1Z-I/AAAAAAAAHsA/yqXJfsnhF9U/s400/005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--VpRFpf0Vag/TwSgIJsCaKI/AAAAAAAAHr0/QchXFWcC3Qo/s1600/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693851890803173538" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--VpRFpf0Vag/TwSgIJsCaKI/AAAAAAAAHr0/QchXFWcC3Qo/s400/006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's pretty neat. The kid really liked adding the vinegar themselves. They got to pick the color and the location and then giggled quite a bit after they "applied" it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-txsb5gCbELs/TwSgHxtuxfI/AAAAAAAAHrk/LvHmJ4iv7Jc/s1600/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693851884367824370" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-txsb5gCbELs/TwSgHxtuxfI/AAAAAAAAHrk/LvHmJ4iv7Jc/s400/007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OYuTra7fkNg/TwSgHn-qO4I/AAAAAAAAHrc/wS0FbatTWNo/s1600/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693851881754475394" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OYuTra7fkNg/TwSgHn-qO4I/AAAAAAAAHrc/wS0FbatTWNo/s400/008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And the aftermath... if you ask me, it looks like Yellowstone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_W5KYwOZisc/TwSgGwu6BcI/AAAAAAAAHrQ/phGXutgkc7Y/s1600/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693851866924451266" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_W5KYwOZisc/TwSgGwu6BcI/AAAAAAAAHrQ/phGXutgkc7Y/s400/012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g2dW6t0YuOY/TwSgGpPFxOI/AAAAAAAAHrE/ACWVaN26APE/s1600/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693851864911955170" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g2dW6t0YuOY/TwSgGpPFxOI/AAAAAAAAHrE/ACWVaN26APE/s400/013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Experimenting!&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/5854170160083894133-2130404622251177467?l=bncsmithson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bncsmithson.blogspot.com/feeds/2130404622251177467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5854170160083894133&amp;postID=2130404622251177467' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854170160083894133/posts/default/2130404622251177467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854170160083894133/posts/default/2130404622251177467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bncsmithson.blogspot.com/2012/01/science-experiment-volcanoes-with-twist.html' title='Science Experiment: Volcanoes with a Twist'/><author><name>Brandon and Camille Smithson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05243916756539978756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IyKrJv648_s/TTcvPE9C4tI/AAAAAAAAEIo/_sbSihh8IIk/S220/100_0008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AYUPHyYsOJ8/TwSgkiAIadI/AAAAAAAAHsM/u_XluYJxtyw/s72-c/004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5854170160083894133.post-2399502393510188879</id><published>2012-01-02T12:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T12:53:25.146-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Melanie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daddy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oliver'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Noelle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family fun'/><title type='text'>The Last Day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Another year has flown by. All I can say is "wow"! We have learned a lot, grown quite a bit, and added a special member to the family. Overall, 2011 was a good year. So, we had to celebrate. Or course, that meant party hats! Here are the handsome men in our family sporting their hats:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrejQ508JsY/TwIUrdPCUzI/AAAAAAAAHq4/fRy2SVKfE3w/s1600/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693135615764353842" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrejQ508JsY/TwIUrdPCUzI/AAAAAAAAHq4/fRy2SVKfE3w/s400/006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Apparently it was hard for both of them :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BcoXG9CNmg8/TwIUONUVhXI/AAAAAAAAHqs/f-nwBcUtQnc/s1600/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693135113275409778" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BcoXG9CNmg8/TwIUONUVhXI/AAAAAAAAHqs/f-nwBcUtQnc/s400/007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here are all the party animals. I can say that, because I didn't do a lot of partying Saturday night. I spent most of the time trying to calm down a screaming baby, who uncharacteristically continued to scream for quite some time (usually I can get him to sleep at night by 7:30/8:00 and he is out for the rest of the night... but not THAT night. He must have known something was going on.) So... alas, no party for mom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WdBNsq0aixM/TwIUNS_zGTI/AAAAAAAAHqk/5Upez5UcPIQ/s1600/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693135097620011314" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WdBNsq0aixM/TwIUNS_zGTI/AAAAAAAAHqk/5Upez5UcPIQ/s400/008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; But dad and the girls had a good time partying. They played games, finished puzzles, had yummy food, and lit off fireworks. They even got to stay up until 9 pm, which is really really late for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6lv44KvnObk/TwIUNF85NtI/AAAAAAAAHqQ/HnysmQWf2yI/s1600/023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693135094118168274" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6lv44KvnObk/TwIUNF85NtI/AAAAAAAAHqQ/HnysmQWf2yI/s400/023.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YUs8hn62Bmw/TwIUM4MelwI/AAAAAAAAHqI/VzojbgHE4GI/s1600/028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693135090425435906" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YUs8hn62Bmw/TwIUM4MelwI/AAAAAAAAHqI/VzojbgHE4GI/s400/028.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I eventually got Oliver to sleep around 9:30 or 10:00. By then, my head and back hurt so bad, that the second I sat on the couch I was out! I woke up at 2:00 am and went to my bed. sigh. Not the best way to start the year. But I guess you could say it can only get better, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We haven't finished writing all our resolutions for 2012, but I have reviewed our progress from the goals we made in 2011.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Noelle:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Learn her body parts - &lt;strong&gt;Done!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Learn animal sounds - &lt;strong&gt;Done!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Learn to talk - &lt;strong&gt;Done!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Learn her colors - &lt;strong&gt;still needs a little work&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Melanie:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Say prayers at least twice a day - &lt;strong&gt;still needs a little work&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Read scriptures daily - &lt;strong&gt;Done!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spell her name - &lt;strong&gt;Done!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ride her bike - &lt;strong&gt;Done!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be a Good Friend - &lt;strong&gt;Done!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Listen Better - &lt;strong&gt;still needs a little work&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Run a marathon - &lt;strong&gt;Done!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Read the entire Book of Mormon - &lt;strong&gt;Done!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Try 1 new recipe a week - &lt;strong&gt;Done! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Attend Temple Monthly - &lt;strong&gt;About 1/2 done&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Make Healthy Snacks - &lt;strong&gt;Done!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dad: Well, frankly, mom wrote most of dad's resolutions, so he didn't complete... well, most of them. But I blame the fact that they are more or less resolutions I had written for him and not decided by himself. (He has truly accomplished a lot this year). So, this year I am having him pick his own resolutions. Actually, those are the ones that I'm waiting for before I post our 2012 goals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think overall, we did a great job. Bring on 2012! Happy New Years!&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/5854170160083894133-2399502393510188879?l=bncsmithson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bncsmithson.blogspot.com/feeds/2399502393510188879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5854170160083894133&amp;postID=2399502393510188879' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854170160083894133/posts/default/2399502393510188879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854170160083894133/posts/default/2399502393510188879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bncsmithson.blogspot.com/2012/01/last-day.html' title='The Last Day...'/><author><name>Brandon and Camille Smithson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05243916756539978756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IyKrJv648_s/TTcvPE9C4tI/AAAAAAAAEIo/_sbSihh8IIk/S220/100_0008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrejQ508JsY/TwIUrdPCUzI/AAAAAAAAHq4/fRy2SVKfE3w/s72-c/006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5854170160083894133.post-6388631471047457296</id><published>2011-12-29T13:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T13:26:08.462-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Noelle'/><title type='text'>Joyous Noelle...  Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sunday was a very special day. Noelle turned 2!!! Grandma Traci and Papa Terry made the day extra special for her by throwing her a mini birthday party. There were party hats, balloons, and necklaces. It was really nice. I brought yummy cupcakes to go with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691662338621661042" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hkDBcgRSGio/TvzYvcMDX3I/AAAAAAAAHog/Nlo65EtyxsI/s400/195.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here we are singing to the birthday girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eG1zzM3lpkw/TvzYwaG7R0I/AAAAAAAAHoo/yuZ85UrXc0Q/s1600/199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691662355243157314" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eG1zzM3lpkw/TvzYwaG7R0I/AAAAAAAAHoo/yuZ85UrXc0Q/s400/199.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She wasn't too sure about that candle, but eventually she blew it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EHe9itrYzEo/TvzYvCz5UdI/AAAAAAAAHoQ/lRNJlwTI9cA/s1600/198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691662331809452498" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EHe9itrYzEo/TvzYvCz5UdI/AAAAAAAAHoQ/lRNJlwTI9cA/s400/198.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And she LOVED the cupcake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UvSndawaGGM/TvzYu8BMczI/AAAAAAAAHoE/Fh91gpt3slI/s1600/202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691662329986183986" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UvSndawaGGM/TvzYu8BMczI/AAAAAAAAHoE/Fh91gpt3slI/s400/202.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Happy 2nd Birthday Noelle! We love you so much!&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/5854170160083894133-6388631471047457296?l=bncsmithson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bncsmithson.blogspot.com/feeds/6388631471047457296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5854170160083894133&amp;postID=6388631471047457296' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854170160083894133/posts/default/6388631471047457296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854170160083894133/posts/default/6388631471047457296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bncsmithson.blogspot.com/2011/12/joyous-noelle-birthday.html' title='Joyous Noelle...  Birthday'/><author><name>Brandon and Camille Smithson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05243916756539978756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IyKrJv648_s/TTcvPE9C4tI/AAAAAAAAEIo/_sbSihh8IIk/S220/100_0008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hkDBcgRSGio/TvzYvcMDX3I/AAAAAAAAHog/Nlo65EtyxsI/s72-c/195.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5854170160083894133.post-2536880028737987482</id><published>2011-12-29T07:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T13:11:05.568-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family fun'/><title type='text'>Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The night before Christmas, the girls made Santa a special cookie. The recipe made exactly one Santa sized cookie. I let them make the cookie in the living room while watching a Christmas movie. Melanie kept thinking she heard Santa, so we also kept looking out the doors and windows to see if we could spy him. (just in case).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hvbJkyMdsbA/TvzTQnzpMZI/AAAAAAAAHn8/EJ0DHkcfaZ0/s1600/082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691656311606423954" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hvbJkyMdsbA/TvzTQnzpMZI/AAAAAAAAHn8/EJ0DHkcfaZ0/s400/082.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UGWY74JAh-U/TvzTQasw5-I/AAAAAAAAHns/ZyJ5dKeF7YQ/s1600/083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691656308087908322" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UGWY74JAh-U/TvzTQasw5-I/AAAAAAAAHns/ZyJ5dKeF7YQ/s400/083.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The girls also wrote letters for Santa. Melanie wrote hers all by herself (though I did spell the words out for her).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M6GWVL7c2CY/TvzTP8lsP7I/AAAAAAAAHng/i5eaoipmk2Y/s1600/084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691656300005179314" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M6GWVL7c2CY/TvzTP8lsP7I/AAAAAAAAHng/i5eaoipmk2Y/s400/084.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (I think she did a really good job)&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LYybO3H4HMM/TvzTPl75kMI/AAAAAAAAHnQ/BngHwHX6gvw/s1600/085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691656293924311234" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LYybO3H4HMM/TvzTPl75kMI/AAAAAAAAHnQ/BngHwHX6gvw/s400/085.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Early Christmas morning, Melanie got up and snuck out to the living room. I caught her checking out her stocking. I heard her get up and was waiting for her to come in excited and tell us it was Christmas. When this didn't happen, I figured I better check on her. It is a good thing I had. I told her she better wake up her dad and sister. Brandon (who was already wake) did a good job pretending to sleep so she could wake him. Here is a picture of them seeing the tree for the first time (or Melanie's second... but who is counting, right?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZOS5hTwThic/TvzTPcQ1GlI/AAAAAAAAHnI/TWg4NL8TlUA/s1600/088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691656291327744594" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZOS5hTwThic/TvzTPcQ1GlI/AAAAAAAAHnI/TWg4NL8TlUA/s400/088.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Looks like Santa brought the girls bikes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Po6RUPG12_I/TvzRZExXuoI/AAAAAAAAHm4/afzkIT7iFgY/s1600/096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691654257797216898" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Po6RUPG12_I/TvzRZExXuoI/AAAAAAAAHm4/afzkIT7iFgY/s400/096.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And toothbrushes in their stockings (along with other things). Have you ever seen two girls so excited about their toothbrushes? Noelle is actually hugging hers in the next picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xcgDDpWEXDs/TvzRY50Q__I/AAAAAAAAHmw/MmG1My0JCj0/s1600/100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691654254856568818" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xcgDDpWEXDs/TvzRY50Q__I/AAAAAAAAHmw/MmG1My0JCj0/s400/100.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pyjapBr8S30/TvzRYHZdc2I/AAAAAAAAHmo/eCXWUIaa6p0/s1600/112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691654241322365794" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pyjapBr8S30/TvzRYHZdc2I/AAAAAAAAHmo/eCXWUIaa6p0/s400/112.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The girls got quite a few books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZDS4xGLhprY/TvzRYO8jD_I/AAAAAAAAHmY/PWV5_nrOggs/s1600/148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691654243348582386" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZDS4xGLhprY/TvzRYO8jD_I/AAAAAAAAHmY/PWV5_nrOggs/s400/148.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0MFfRegNY1M/TvyRMaCI-QI/AAAAAAAAHmI/PuoRMx7p0cY/s1600/149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691583671422220546" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0MFfRegNY1M/TvyRMaCI-QI/AAAAAAAAHmI/PuoRMx7p0cY/s400/149.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dad got some clothes. This fun shirt is not only stylish, but ensures a back rub (it came complete with some cars for the girls to drive on his back with).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-enbIucfaHaU/TvyRL2IJsDI/AAAAAAAAHl8/ut8KfNXXLHQ/s1600/163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691583661783756850" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-enbIucfaHaU/TvyRL2IJsDI/AAAAAAAAHl8/ut8KfNXXLHQ/s400/163.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After church, the girls tried out their bikes in the back yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZkoCugBeqiE/TvyRLSeOj-I/AAAAAAAAHlw/3cWit-THigY/s1600/174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691583652212674530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZkoCugBeqiE/TvyRLSeOj-I/AAAAAAAAHlw/3cWit-THigY/s400/174.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then we headed to Grandpa and Grandma George's house to celebrate Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AvFxosbQzPE/TvyRLPKhgDI/AAAAAAAAHlk/hZdjamXaxMY/s1600/176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691583651324723250" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AvFxosbQzPE/TvyRLPKhgDI/AAAAAAAAHlk/hZdjamXaxMY/s400/176.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Finally we ended up at Grandma Traci and Papa Terry's house. This is where Brandon traded me in for a few plastic dolls to snuggle with. I'm not quite sure I understand this because I believe I'm softer. But, whatever. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ydz1gtY_aKk/TvyQMBOV7xI/AAAAAAAAHlY/Yip8KrY8JVM/s1600/193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691582565250887442" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ydz1gtY_aKk/TvyQMBOV7xI/AAAAAAAAHlY/Yip8KrY8JVM/s400/193.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is my mom (Grandma Traci) with my kiddos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eN7wH4u4XBE/TvyQLv9cUlI/AAAAAAAAHlM/2V2DGJ4qRB0/s1600/203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691582560616600146" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eN7wH4u4XBE/TvyQLv9cUlI/AAAAAAAAHlM/2V2DGJ4qRB0/s400/203.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My Uncle Timmy, Aunt Connie, and Cousin Casey were at my mom's visiting from Texas. Here is a picture of me with my beautiful cousin, Casey. She is a Junior in high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dtm2zJpXG_Q/TvyQKzipolI/AAAAAAAAHlA/zF8sw8kzEJM/s1600/207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691582544398099026" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dtm2zJpXG_Q/TvyQKzipolI/AAAAAAAAHlA/zF8sw8kzEJM/s400/207.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And here I am with my Uncle and Aunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C6LhzxsSqPg/TvyQKTD07_I/AAAAAAAAHk0/p52RKIpqJQs/s1600/209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691582535678881778" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C6LhzxsSqPg/TvyQKTD07_I/AAAAAAAAHk0/p52RKIpqJQs/s400/209.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We have a very Merry Christmas! I hope everyone else did too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/5854170160083894133-2536880028737987482?l=bncsmithson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bncsmithson.blogspot.com/feeds/2536880028737987482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5854170160083894133&amp;postID=2536880028737987482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854170160083894133/posts/default/2536880028737987482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854170160083894133/posts/default/2536880028737987482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bncsmithson.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas.html' title='Christmas'/><author><name>Brandon and Camille Smithson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05243916756539978756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IyKrJv648_s/TTcvPE9C4tI/AAAAAAAAEIo/_sbSihh8IIk/S220/100_0008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hvbJkyMdsbA/TvzTQnzpMZI/AAAAAAAAHn8/EJ0DHkcfaZ0/s72-c/082.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5854170160083894133.post-573809264330760192</id><published>2011-12-26T11:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T06:58:43.514-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='service'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family fun'/><title type='text'>'Twas the Night Before Christmas Eve...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;'Twas the night before Christmas Eve... and the Smithson family was having fun! It started with some pizza...&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ggyLKEv6fZ8/TvjHypg4tSI/AAAAAAAAHko/aQ2Gl9fPlIk/s1600/052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690517802133796130" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ggyLKEv6fZ8/TvjHypg4tSI/AAAAAAAAHko/aQ2Gl9fPlIk/s400/052.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And then some giggling and goofing off while we cleaned the tables and got ourselves organized...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690517382163641826" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3RGc7Jw2hEQ/TvjHaNAMteI/AAAAAAAAHkY/YZmYJgozuhI/s400/055.JPG" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-koY3paiXEVE/TvjHZxc4YOI/AAAAAAAAHkQ/y9wC1O8F4Ko/s1600/056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690517374767751394" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-koY3paiXEVE/TvjHZxc4YOI/AAAAAAAAHkQ/y9wC1O8F4Ko/s400/056.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Finally, some service. The Smithson Family adopted 3 families for Christmas. I have adopted a child before (several times) but have never been involved in helping an entire family (let alone 3) for Christmas. It was truly a neat experience. Everyone was involved in some aspect. (Melanie and Noelle helped stuff stockings, Brandon helped supervise, and I helped organize the gifts into family piles (after I assisted my girls in the stuffing of stockings... and kept them for stealing all the candy canes)&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KkI-2R3ryqc/TvjHZG8kJnI/AAAAAAAAHkI/GHSGghlvDRo/s1600/060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690517363357918834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KkI-2R3ryqc/TvjHZG8kJnI/AAAAAAAAHkI/GHSGghlvDRo/s400/060.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A side note. While at Grandma's house, I learned that Noelle really likes sticky notes... Really really really likes sticky notes. See what I mean:&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SeViPydpOlQ/TvjHYyPkc8I/AAAAAAAAHj0/PhIJjPMo8Yg/s1600/063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690517357800485826" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SeViPydpOlQ/TvjHYyPkc8I/AAAAAAAAHj0/PhIJjPMo8Yg/s400/063.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JLOLKFbjd5c/TvjHYt3IKMI/AAAAAAAAHjs/FMMmOSt8AJg/s1600/066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690517356624226498" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JLOLKFbjd5c/TvjHYt3IKMI/AAAAAAAAHjs/FMMmOSt8AJg/s400/066.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had a great time at the Smithson Family Christmas Party. As a family, we have decided to make this a tradition, which I'm really excited about. It was fun, and truly brought the spirit of service. (And it got us our 6th Badge of Fun for our Family Fun Badges of Fun). Merry Christmas!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5854170160083894133-573809264330760192?l=bncsmithson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bncsmithson.blogspot.com/feeds/573809264330760192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5854170160083894133&amp;postID=573809264330760192' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854170160083894133/posts/default/573809264330760192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854170160083894133/posts/default/573809264330760192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bncsmithson.blogspot.com/2011/12/twas-night-before-christmas-eve.html' title='&apos;Twas the Night Before Christmas Eve...'/><author><name>Brandon and Camille Smithson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05243916756539978756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IyKrJv648_s/TTcvPE9C4tI/AAAAAAAAEIo/_sbSihh8IIk/S220/100_0008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ggyLKEv6fZ8/TvjHypg4tSI/AAAAAAAAHko/aQ2Gl9fPlIk/s72-c/052.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5854170160083894133.post-4926842905695879814</id><published>2011-12-22T15:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T15:28:00.618-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Melanie'/><title type='text'>Preschool Christmas Program</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last Saturday, we witnessed a production that was cute and clever all at the same time. Melanie's preschool teacher put the two classes together for a fun production. The kids were "camping" on Christmas Eve, waiting for Santa, and they sang some good songs. Melanie's line was "Campin at Christmastime is so fun". Here she is:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KeDB7jIbpPo/TvO58ZrMYmI/AAAAAAAAHjg/kt3KRERmNXI/s1600/program2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689095201634411106" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KeDB7jIbpPo/TvO58ZrMYmI/AAAAAAAAHjg/kt3KRERmNXI/s400/program2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She sang all the songs looking over and grinning with the biggest grin ever. It was too adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wYcSYW7cMPo/TvO57yQZl-I/AAAAAAAAHjU/kZc2A09vxjQ/s1600/program3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689095191053047778" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wYcSYW7cMPo/TvO57yQZl-I/AAAAAAAAHjU/kZc2A09vxjQ/s400/program3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After waiting and waiting... Santa finally came. Both the girls got to sit on his lap. Noelle wasn't too sure about this (this being the first time she has ever actually seen Santa and sat on his lap). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zjYHE-ZgBVc/TvO57t86a4I/AAAAAAAAHjI/2xyrihlDa5A/s1600/program4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689095189897571202" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zjYHE-ZgBVc/TvO57t86a4I/AAAAAAAAHjI/2xyrihlDa5A/s400/program4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Both Noelle and Oliver were extremely well behaved during the show. Noelle was busy stringing beads onto a necklace (she did this laying on her tummy most of the show).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6zl4CG9XKmQ/TvO5U1ZKZbI/AAAAAAAAHi8/UkC_KL_r2ds/s1600/program1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689094521880208818" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6zl4CG9XKmQ/TvO5U1ZKZbI/AAAAAAAAHi8/UkC_KL_r2ds/s400/program1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And Oliver was dreaming of sugar plums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eLeEUUOsuM4/TvO5UgzIDDI/AAAAAAAAHiw/U-Ulp00obdY/s1600/program7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689094516351962162" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eLeEUUOsuM4/TvO5UgzIDDI/AAAAAAAAHiw/U-Ulp00obdY/s400/program7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Melanie was a lucky lady and had Grandma Traci at the show...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-osPE8v7npk0/TvO5MU7JIbI/AAAAAAAAHio/H7kq24Vn6-c/s1600/program5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689094375725408690" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-osPE8v7npk0/TvO5MU7JIbI/AAAAAAAAHio/H7kq24Vn6-c/s400/program5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--pkJ4I9XGEc/TvO5MZT-3JI/AAAAAAAAHiU/wxjysYc4fqk/s1600/program6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689094376903335058" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--pkJ4I9XGEc/TvO5MZT-3JI/AAAAAAAAHiU/wxjysYc4fqk/s400/program6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Along with Grandma and Grandpa Smithson! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1KVpeGngzJo/TvO5MAle-hI/AAAAAAAAHiM/723YIYs2c_Q/s1600/054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689094370265856530" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1KVpeGngzJo/TvO5MAle-hI/AAAAAAAAHiM/723YIYs2c_Q/s400/054.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;She has so many people that love and support her! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Good job Melanie!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5854170160083894133-4926842905695879814?l=bncsmithson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bncsmithson.blogspot.com/feeds/4926842905695879814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5854170160083894133&amp;postID=4926842905695879814' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854170160083894133/posts/default/4926842905695879814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854170160083894133/posts/default/4926842905695879814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bncsmithson.blogspot.com/2011/12/preschool-christmas-program.html' title='Preschool Christmas Program'/><author><name>Brandon and Camille Smithson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05243916756539978756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IyKrJv648_s/TTcvPE9C4tI/AAAAAAAAEIo/_sbSihh8IIk/S220/100_0008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KeDB7jIbpPo/TvO58ZrMYmI/AAAAAAAAHjg/kt3KRERmNXI/s72-c/program2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5854170160083894133.post-5714013725588281263</id><published>2011-12-18T07:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T08:08:35.024-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Melanie'/><title type='text'>Melanie's Birthday Interview</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Favorite Color: Pink&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Favorite Movie: Sleeping Beauty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Favorite Book: Disney Story Book&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Favorite Song: Ariel's Song&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Favorite Animal: Giraffe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Favorite Thing to Play: Dolls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Favorite Thing to do with Daddy: Fishing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Favorite Thing to do with Mommy: Science Experiments&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Favorite Thing to do with Noelle: Play Dress Up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Favorite Thing to do with Oliver: Lay with him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Favorite Thing to do with Grandma and Grandpa Smithson: Play with them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Favorite Thing to do with Grandma Traci: Show her my shows&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Favorite Thing to do with Grandpa George: Tickle him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Favorite Book of Mormon Character: Nephi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Favorite Subject in School: Numbers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Favorite Food: Sausage&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Favorite Snack: Fish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Best Friend: Noelle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;What do you want to be when you grow up: Mom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;What do you want to learn this year: How to sing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IqH-H3cMbXk/Tu4M3cqn_WI/AAAAAAAAHiA/aHuoS8PGVjs/s1600/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687497526142827874" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IqH-H3cMbXk/Tu4M3cqn_WI/AAAAAAAAHiA/aHuoS8PGVjs/s400/005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/5854170160083894133-5714013725588281263?l=bncsmithson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bncsmithson.blogspot.com/feeds/5714013725588281263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5854170160083894133&amp;postID=5714013725588281263' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854170160083894133/posts/default/5714013725588281263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854170160083894133/posts/default/5714013725588281263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bncsmithson.blogspot.com/2011/12/melanies-birthday-interview.html' title='Melanie&apos;s Birthday Interview'/><author><name>Brandon and Camille Smithson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05243916756539978756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IyKrJv648_s/TTcvPE9C4tI/AAAAAAAAEIo/_sbSihh8IIk/S220/100_0008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IqH-H3cMbXk/Tu4M3cqn_WI/AAAAAAAAHiA/aHuoS8PGVjs/s72-c/005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5854170160083894133.post-6930164817542113250</id><published>2011-12-16T18:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T19:04:31.474-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Melanie'/><title type='text'>Four</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy Birthday to Melanie! She is 4! I can't believe my little girls is already 4 years old. That is just crazy!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LIXrBQAOoac/TuwDjqJvWFI/AAAAAAAAHh0/LXLNTOEpP-Y/s1600/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686924340607539282" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LIXrBQAOoac/TuwDjqJvWFI/AAAAAAAAHh0/LXLNTOEpP-Y/s400/001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; For fun, Brandon and I surprised her with some birthday balloons (which are still up and are a huge hit with all three of our children.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3yBr1S5l6nA/TuwBbNCUrZI/AAAAAAAAHho/I3A5j4_5Z8k/s1600/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686921996329594258" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3yBr1S5l6nA/TuwBbNCUrZI/AAAAAAAAHho/I3A5j4_5Z8k/s400/003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Melanie got to pick her favorite meal for dinner. She picked Breakfast! We made scrambled eggs, hash browns, bacon and toast. Melanie was in 7th heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F4ciuni3qGY/TuwBantGjzI/AAAAAAAAHhc/_NAEvr2BBGE/s1600/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686921986308476722" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F4ciuni3qGY/TuwBantGjzI/AAAAAAAAHhc/_NAEvr2BBGE/s400/005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then we had chocolate cream pie for dessert (mom didn't have the time or energy to make a cake. Plus, she rather play with the girls then spend all the limited free time in the kitchen).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nZrVV4FFfcY/TuwBafg9iuI/AAAAAAAAHhQ/KoaEtpFt7f4/s1600/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686921984110070498" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nZrVV4FFfcY/TuwBafg9iuI/AAAAAAAAHhQ/KoaEtpFt7f4/s400/009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ku9Nu3VaHM0/TuwBZ2PiZ3I/AAAAAAAAHhE/RUqRNid96Sk/s1600/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686921973031135090" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ku9Nu3VaHM0/TuwBZ2PiZ3I/AAAAAAAAHhE/RUqRNid96Sk/s400/011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Noelle was slightly jealous it wasn't her birthday. Don't worry Noelle, your day is coming. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x1uDoKeyAg0/TuwBZjnIEpI/AAAAAAAAHg4/ZCg51L3XHZs/s1600/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686921968029799058" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x1uDoKeyAg0/TuwBZjnIEpI/AAAAAAAAHg4/ZCg51L3XHZs/s400/014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Funny Melanie quotes from her birthday day:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;First thing in the morning: "Mom, am I 4 yet?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To mom: "I'm 4 now... I'm almost old!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To Noelle: "No, Noelle, it's my birthday. You are still 1. I am 4, but you are not 2 yet" (poor Noelle).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To da, via telephone: "Dad, aren't you going to sing me happy birthday? It is MY birthday, you know!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To mom (about 5 minutes later): "I am the birthday girl, you need to sing me happy birthday"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To mom (about 5 minutes after that): "Mom, you still haven't sang me happy birthday" (FYI, I *had* in fact sang her happy birthday... several times... silly girl).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will type up her 4 year old interview and post it later. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Birthday My little Melanie. Mom and Dad love you so much. We are so proud of all the wonderful things you have accomplished this year. You make us smile and laugh, and you are such an important part of our family. Thank you for being wonderful.&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/5854170160083894133-6930164817542113250?l=bncsmithson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bncsmithson.blogspot.com/feeds/6930164817542113250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5854170160083894133&amp;postID=6930164817542113250' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854170160083894133/posts/default/6930164817542113250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854170160083894133/posts/default/6930164817542113250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bncsmithson.blogspot.com/2011/12/four.html' title='Four'/><author><name>Brandon and Camille Smithson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05243916756539978756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IyKrJv648_s/TTcvPE9C4tI/AAAAAAAAEIo/_sbSihh8IIk/S220/100_0008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LIXrBQAOoac/TuwDjqJvWFI/AAAAAAAAHh0/LXLNTOEpP-Y/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5854170160083894133.post-6829823667332752009</id><published>2011-12-13T12:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T12:40:25.953-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Melanie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Noelle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art projects'/><title type='text'>Christmas Book and Craft</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yesterday we did a little bit of reading/crafting fun. First we read this book:&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-knOlrdFaWcU/Tue1ioj7EMI/AAAAAAAAHgo/bxHKJ1ImAxw/s1600/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685712661186810050" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-knOlrdFaWcU/Tue1ioj7EMI/AAAAAAAAHgo/bxHKJ1ImAxw/s400/011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then, because Fancy Nancy had a beautiful angel on top her tree (before she broke it, of course)... we decided to make some beautiful angels for our little trees. Here is Melanie's:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WmuKcb0Ajsc/Tue1idZUZ_I/AAAAAAAAHgg/E54_m0Nmx4Q/s1600/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685712658189543410" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WmuKcb0Ajsc/Tue1idZUZ_I/AAAAAAAAHgg/E54_m0Nmx4Q/s400/005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Noelle's:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nn3XDB0s1c0/Tuez86cGKjI/AAAAAAAAHgI/YVneNxTb_Go/s1600/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685710913639164466" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nn3XDB0s1c0/Tuez86cGKjI/AAAAAAAAHgI/YVneNxTb_Go/s400/006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And Mommy's:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--myDn7W-S20/Tuez75nfTLI/AAAAAAAAHf8/uC0KcWHpuSs/s1600/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685710896238644402" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--myDn7W-S20/Tuez75nfTLI/AAAAAAAAHf8/uC0KcWHpuSs/s400/007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then we read this book:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--nmaN1gjZAM/Tuez7it7fNI/AAAAAAAAHfw/w4ZKcaMUkSY/s1600/022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685710890091642066" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--nmaN1gjZAM/Tuez7it7fNI/AAAAAAAAHfw/w4ZKcaMUkSY/s400/022.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In the book, Olivia cuts off the top of their Christmas tree to use as a table decoration for Christmas Eve Dinner. It cracked me up... so we had to make trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MV5fiqj_ZGE/Tuez7CDSU0I/AAAAAAAAHfo/DL89pEROkEM/s1600/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685710881322849090" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MV5fiqj_ZGE/Tuez7CDSU0I/AAAAAAAAHfo/DL89pEROkEM/s400/014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The great thing about these trees: you could stack them over and over again... as demonstrated below my Ms. Noelle:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--jJOoTTfGSM/Tuez6yT2hMI/AAAAAAAAHfg/e1MM75M8JVY/s1600/019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685710877097362626" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--jJOoTTfGSM/Tuez6yT2hMI/AAAAAAAAHfg/e1MM75M8JVY/s400/019.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Both books are great reads. I recommend them to anyone with kids. (Especially girls)&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/5854170160083894133-6829823667332752009?l=bncsmithson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bncsmithson.blogspot.com/feeds/6829823667332752009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5854170160083894133&amp;postID=6829823667332752009' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854170160083894133/posts/default/6829823667332752009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854170160083894133/posts/default/6829823667332752009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bncsmithson.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-book-and-craft.html' title='Christmas Book and Craft'/><author><name>Brandon and Camille Smithson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05243916756539978756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IyKrJv648_s/TTcvPE9C4tI/AAAAAAAAEIo/_sbSihh8IIk/S220/100_0008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-knOlrdFaWcU/Tue1ioj7EMI/AAAAAAAAHgo/bxHKJ1ImAxw/s72-c/011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5854170160083894133.post-4689683288256291858</id><published>2011-12-12T12:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T12:07:58.765-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Melanie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Noelle'/><title type='text'>Mermaid Tails and Party Balloons</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;December is here, and in our house, that means BIRTHDAYS! For Melanie and Noelle, that means mermaid birthday parties (because that is what they have been talking about since December of last year). Since I just had Mr. Oliver 3 weeks ago, I decided that I would give in and throw the birthday party, as long as it was low key and combined. But, of course, I was putting the girls to work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here they are making their own birthday cupcakes (mean mom, right?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PQZOP4ON89s/TuZXTFt-vdI/AAAAAAAAHfU/3p0YXFndEys/s1600/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685327565065993682" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PQZOP4ON89s/TuZXTFt-vdI/AAAAAAAAHfU/3p0YXFndEys/s400/001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; How mean can I be? I let them crack the eggs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685327131868868210" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cwo1WER8pIY/TuZW537vLnI/AAAAAAAAHfI/DKiVIMc_Sp4/s400/002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q1kxUpHe9gE/TuZRXONTzmI/AAAAAAAAHe8/-1PgeDATYwI/s1600/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685321038994591330" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q1kxUpHe9gE/TuZRXONTzmI/AAAAAAAAHe8/-1PgeDATYwI/s400/003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then, once the cupcakes were made and sufficiently decorated (this was tricky because Melanie had magnificent ideas, and Mom had no energy or desire to fulfill such large requests, therefore compromises were in order), we headed to the Falcon Field Park to meet up with some friends and celebrate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ACirq61x-B4/TuZEYZ2uZ4I/AAAAAAAAHeM/iSgt_hXyXsA/s1600/020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685306765649799042" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ACirq61x-B4/TuZEYZ2uZ4I/AAAAAAAAHeM/iSgt_hXyXsA/s400/020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Melanie and Noelle are lucky little girls. They have so many friends that love them and that were able to come celebrate this happy day with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--44UK19noB8/TuZDR4nSP_I/AAAAAAAAHeA/155zYnssrqE/s1600/021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685305554135826418" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--44UK19noB8/TuZDR4nSP_I/AAAAAAAAHeA/155zYnssrqE/s400/021.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6kP5uTp1tRA/TuY9tiO01aI/AAAAAAAAHd0/OwajbCaQqdo/s1600/022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685299432094225826" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6kP5uTp1tRA/TuY9tiO01aI/AAAAAAAAHd0/OwajbCaQqdo/s400/022.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W2br9mZpAdM/TuY6L5XjOiI/AAAAAAAAHdo/9kSxjH_HnF0/s1600/023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685295555654400546" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W2br9mZpAdM/TuY6L5XjOiI/AAAAAAAAHdo/9kSxjH_HnF0/s400/023.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VjN4iuI31Gg/TuYynQYa3MI/AAAAAAAAHdc/XLDEbwuXkfE/s1600/026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685287229595507906" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VjN4iuI31Gg/TuYynQYa3MI/AAAAAAAAHdc/XLDEbwuXkfE/s400/026.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dZyHUM2B-gc/TuYxYRDOxEI/AAAAAAAAHdQ/WAQUTrsSlDc/s1600/031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685285872565404738" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dZyHUM2B-gc/TuYxYRDOxEI/AAAAAAAAHdQ/WAQUTrsSlDc/s400/031.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Eventually it was cupcake time. I think this picture says what words can not about how excited the girls were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JELH0ARvkKU/TuYoj3QJgwI/AAAAAAAAHcY/YZdR5pgpA8Y/s1600/032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685276176194044674" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JELH0ARvkKU/TuYoj3QJgwI/AAAAAAAAHcY/YZdR5pgpA8Y/s400/032.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was a little windy and we weren't able to light the candles. I'm sure we will try again ON their birthdays. In the meanwhile, they didn't mind. Their were mermaid tails on their cupcakes and that seemed to be the most important part anyhow. (And they were edible. Can't forget that part)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wabgaIdhhF8/TuYojS2WgHI/AAAAAAAAHcI/3rt517gqBbg/s1600/033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685276166422167666" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wabgaIdhhF8/TuYojS2WgHI/AAAAAAAAHcI/3rt517gqBbg/s400/033.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RcmmErR4gbU/TuYojDsa1DI/AAAAAAAAHb8/hLL4cvYfnzg/s1600/034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685276162353976370" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RcmmErR4gbU/TuYojDsa1DI/AAAAAAAAHb8/hLL4cvYfnzg/s400/034.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yum! I didn't think about it until everyone was eating... but the blue frosting made everyone look like smurfs. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s48DanPrkH4/TuYnThngSMI/AAAAAAAAHbw/cwu9aO1fVFs/s1600/039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685274795996891330" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s48DanPrkH4/TuYnThngSMI/AAAAAAAAHbw/cwu9aO1fVFs/s400/039.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--2H8eafrWE8/TuYnTVMoPjI/AAAAAAAAHbk/HEWrEG6L6CQ/s1600/040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685274792662941234" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--2H8eafrWE8/TuYnTVMoPjI/AAAAAAAAHbk/HEWrEG6L6CQ/s400/040.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Love that face, Lacey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q7fEmlUxAWc/TuYnTJFvQ9I/AAAAAAAAHbY/e55Yk-OZ5nw/s1600/042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685274789412815826" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q7fEmlUxAWc/TuYnTJFvQ9I/AAAAAAAAHbY/e55Yk-OZ5nw/s400/042.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Looking Good Noelle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f8f4SX4YQFY/TuYl3foNVoI/AAAAAAAAHbM/eEN513oWdWw/s1600/044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685273214915008130" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f8f4SX4YQFY/TuYl3foNVoI/AAAAAAAAHbM/eEN513oWdWw/s400/044.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After cake, the kids washed up and played some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fvI6MAb4_Jw/TuYl23hopWI/AAAAAAAAHbA/h-qRZal1FvM/s1600/046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685273204150019426" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fvI6MAb4_Jw/TuYl23hopWI/AAAAAAAAHbA/h-qRZal1FvM/s400/046.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then they opened gifts. The girls were spoiled with a lot of fun girlie things. They were (are) in seventh heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4VBbJQuIvP4/TuYl2kDAIyI/AAAAAAAAHa0/T-RKNvdcTTs/s1600/051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685273198921261858" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4VBbJQuIvP4/TuYl2kDAIyI/AAAAAAAAHa0/T-RKNvdcTTs/s400/051.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zRFLtFQkKag/TuYk8ZTaR0I/AAAAAAAAHao/iUKbaabHNlo/s1600/057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685272199604881218" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zRFLtFQkKag/TuYk8ZTaR0I/AAAAAAAAHao/iUKbaabHNlo/s400/057.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FBB2UZ44VJI/TuYk7827Y9I/AAAAAAAAHac/UkH14ME0vZ8/s1600/063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685272191969223634" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FBB2UZ44VJI/TuYk7827Y9I/AAAAAAAAHac/UkH14ME0vZ8/s400/063.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t045D4wt9cM/TuYk7t9OejI/AAAAAAAAHaQ/jBq25Mwxbzo/s1600/064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685272187969108530" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t045D4wt9cM/TuYk7t9OejI/AAAAAAAAHaQ/jBq25Mwxbzo/s400/064.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'll be honest, the opening of presents with two girls at the same time turned out to be extra chaotic and I didn't get to see who gave them what. I don't even know if they were able to thank everyone for what they got. (sigh). But I know that they love ALL of their gifts. THANK YOU for everyone that was able to come. I know they really appreciated having so many friends come and celebrate with them. They are still talking about their fun day. With the new baby, they haven't been out much, so it was that much MORE exciting and special to them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/5854170160083894133-4689683288256291858?l=bncsmithson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bncsmithson.blogspot.com/feeds/4689683288256291858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5854170160083894133&amp;postID=4689683288256291858' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854170160083894133/posts/default/4689683288256291858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854170160083894133/posts/default/4689683288256291858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bncsmithson.blogspot.com/2011/12/mermaid-tails-and-party-balloons.html' title='Mermaid Tails and Party Balloons'/><author><name>Brandon and Camille Smithson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05243916756539978756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IyKrJv648_s/TTcvPE9C4tI/AAAAAAAAEIo/_sbSihh8IIk/S220/100_0008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PQZOP4ON89s/TuZXTFt-vdI/AAAAAAAAHfU/3p0YXFndEys/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5854170160083894133.post-8745260720191173302</id><published>2011-12-09T11:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T11:32:36.556-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Melanie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Noelle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art projects'/><title type='text'>Christmas Binoculars</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yesterday I decided to do something silly. I decided to make some Christmas Binoculars for the girls. What would someone need Christmas Binoculars for? For looking at Christmas Lights, of course. And also, for scoping out Santa on the big night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rA1VJtioDyQ/TuJhdy5V4jI/AAAAAAAAHaE/GX0OSEMqO9I/s1600/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684212844201370162" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rA1VJtioDyQ/TuJhdy5V4jI/AAAAAAAAHaE/GX0OSEMqO9I/s400/001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yUhhxxSUgPc/TuJhdSX5ZEI/AAAAAAAAHZ4/qFZxkrVkfPM/s1600/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684212835471156290" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yUhhxxSUgPc/TuJhdSX5ZEI/AAAAAAAAHZ4/qFZxkrVkfPM/s400/002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The girls enjoyed trying them out at the house...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5KgFgX6fVVA/TuJhcwENc4I/AAAAAAAAHZs/BIc1N_dP5Z4/s1600/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684212826261779330" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5KgFgX6fVVA/TuJhcwENc4I/AAAAAAAAHZs/BIc1N_dP5Z4/s400/005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then they got all ready to try them out at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f0hkas_-hB4/TuJhcT3R1sI/AAAAAAAAHZg/AhW5_ZAG4WM/s1600/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684212818691348162" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f0hkas_-hB4/TuJhcT3R1sI/AAAAAAAAHZg/AhW5_ZAG4WM/s400/007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yep, they definitely helped see the Christmas lights. And look how styling those girls are while they are light seeing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dCBk42U8_Ic/TuJhcMgIt-I/AAAAAAAAHZU/on165Ycw990/s1600/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684212816715233250" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dCBk42U8_Ic/TuJhcMgIt-I/AAAAAAAAHZU/on165Ycw990/s400/010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was a lot of fun. (And super cheap and easy considering they are made out of toilet paper rolls and Christmas paper scraps). &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/5854170160083894133-8745260720191173302?l=bncsmithson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bncsmithson.blogspot.com/feeds/8745260720191173302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5854170160083894133&amp;postID=8745260720191173302' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854170160083894133/posts/default/8745260720191173302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854170160083894133/posts/default/8745260720191173302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bncsmithson.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-binoculars.html' title='Christmas Binoculars'/><author><name>Brandon and Camille Smithson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05243916756539978756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IyKrJv648_s/TTcvPE9C4tI/AAAAAAAAEIo/_sbSihh8IIk/S220/100_0008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rA1VJtioDyQ/TuJhdy5V4jI/AAAAAAAAHaE/GX0OSEMqO9I/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5854170160083894133.post-4319741627641129350</id><published>2011-12-07T13:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T14:15:51.507-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A bit of baby fun.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;People have asked... who does Oliver look like, Melanie or Noelle? I think he has Melanie's coloring but Noelle's features... but figured I'd post a comparison, just for fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683495774141793842" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GpgF-Sbr-bc/Tt_VS0wnxjI/AAAAAAAAHZA/27WXUBgjI8o/s400/Melanie-3%2Bwks.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Melanie at 3 weeks. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683513164404746546" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x4yAEjxdkp4/Tt_lHEiZ6TI/AAAAAAAAHZI/Fyfrl6XhZqU/s400/noelle-baby.jpg" /&gt; Noelle at 6? weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WUa-iBBE5sk/Tt_VSnXY_XI/AAAAAAAAHYk/Z3Foe91PUIU/s1600/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683495770546306418" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WUa-iBBE5sk/Tt_VSnXY_XI/AAAAAAAAHYk/Z3Foe91PUIU/s400/005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oliver at 2 weeks. (I wish I had them all at the same age, but alas... I don't.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5854170160083894133-4319741627641129350?l=bncsmithson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bncsmithson.blogspot.com/feeds/4319741627641129350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5854170160083894133&amp;postID=4319741627641129350' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854170160083894133/posts/default/4319741627641129350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854170160083894133/posts/default/4319741627641129350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bncsmithson.blogspot.com/2011/12/bit-of-baby-fun.html' title='A bit of baby fun.'/><author><name>Brandon and Camille Smithson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05243916756539978756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IyKrJv648_s/TTcvPE9C4tI/AAAAAAAAEIo/_sbSihh8IIk/S220/100_0008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GpgF-Sbr-bc/Tt_VS0wnxjI/AAAAAAAAHZA/27WXUBgjI8o/s72-c/Melanie-3%2Bwks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5854170160083894133.post-5737176737820394123</id><published>2011-12-06T19:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T21:28:24.474-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Melanie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Noelle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art projects'/><title type='text'>Snowmen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's beginning to feel a lot like Christmas. It's really cooled down lately! Melanie has been asking me if the leaves are going to fall off the trees and if it will snow because that is what is suppose to happen in the winter. I try to explain to her that we don't like in an area that has those signs of winter, but she knows that is what winter is... so I have decided to wait this one out and see what she learns. In the meanwhile, I also decided that... just because it doesn't snow here doesn't mean we can't build snowmen. And a bonus: ours won't melt if we take them inside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vP_BLJHAD_s/Tt7kVOLUIJI/AAAAAAAAHYA/6cOQM54ebSE/s1600/026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683230833022083218" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vP_BLJHAD_s/Tt7kVOLUIJI/AAAAAAAAHYA/6cOQM54ebSE/s400/026.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u7y-Na_9vP0/Tt7jnPfZcSI/AAAAAAAAHX0/MhXRSkjBsPo/s1600/034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683230043100770594" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u7y-Na_9vP0/Tt7jnPfZcSI/AAAAAAAAHX0/MhXRSkjBsPo/s400/034.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S0bX0xPTXy0/Tt7jmrOz8VI/AAAAAAAAHXo/4QiGj7mqRUQ/s1600/036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683230033367527762" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S0bX0xPTXy0/Tt7jmrOz8VI/AAAAAAAAHXo/4QiGj7mqRUQ/s400/036.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Melanie was super excited to do a new type of craft... and that she could do it in her clothes instead of a "paint dress". I was super excited to do a craft with the girls that wasn't super messy, used different skills, and could help decorate our house. I love snowmen, and these ones are SUPER cute. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qwa97B-yBbw/Tt7jmVVcUyI/AAAAAAAAHXc/60bAG5N6iZw/s1600/039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683230027489760034" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qwa97B-yBbw/Tt7jmVVcUyI/AAAAAAAAHXc/60bAG5N6iZw/s400/039.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VEuLOcK3mTE/Tt7jliZyIdI/AAAAAAAAHXQ/CVqYo3v-8X8/s1600/040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683230013817758162" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VEuLOcK3mTE/Tt7jliZyIdI/AAAAAAAAHXQ/CVqYo3v-8X8/s400/040.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After playing with all that "snow", I'm thinking it may be time for some hot cocoa now. :)&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/5854170160083894133-5737176737820394123?l=bncsmithson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bncsmithson.blogspot.com/feeds/5737176737820394123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5854170160083894133&amp;postID=5737176737820394123' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854170160083894133/posts/default/5737176737820394123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854170160083894133/posts/default/5737176737820394123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bncsmithson.blogspot.com/2011/12/snowmen.html' title='Snowmen'/><author><name>Brandon and Camille Smithson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05243916756539978756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IyKrJv648_s/TTcvPE9C4tI/AAAAAAAAEIo/_sbSihh8IIk/S220/100_0008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vP_BLJHAD_s/Tt7kVOLUIJI/AAAAAAAAHYA/6cOQM54ebSE/s72-c/026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5854170160083894133.post-7408325261159097140</id><published>2011-12-06T09:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T09:56:52.088-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Melanie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daddy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oliver'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Noelle'/><title type='text'>And Such is Life...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Life lately has been... chaotic... but, isn't that just how life goes? So, here are a few random things that we have done lately.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On Saturday, Brandon took the girls with him to Home Depot to get some items that would help him hang the Christmas lights. Oliver and I were hanging out at home, and I was thinking "wow, it's taking them a long time. I hope they are behaving". Then they came home like this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o-YMZGyhUHs/Tt5VWrV-RpI/AAAAAAAAHXE/MYlzwuhQjso/s1600/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683073627868513938" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o-YMZGyhUHs/Tt5VWrV-RpI/AAAAAAAAHXE/MYlzwuhQjso/s400/009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pi1q0BepUUQ/Tt5VWQyqNZI/AAAAAAAAHW4/0-UfRwJeEjg/s1600/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683073620741076370" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pi1q0BepUUQ/Tt5VWQyqNZI/AAAAAAAAHW4/0-UfRwJeEjg/s400/010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Apparently Home Depot was having a kids workshop (which was a free craft for them). I'm so happy they decided to check it out on their way out. The girls really haven't be able to go anywhere in the last 2 weeks, so this was nice break for them. And, they made some super cute snowmen napkin holders. A bonus, they also got Brandon covered in pink and orange paint.&lt;br /&gt;Oliver has been a good little man for us, but there were a few late nights where he wasn't too happy. On Sunday, Brandon decided to hold him so I could take a nap... And apparently they decided to take one too. I couldn't resist a picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W56sGc5guyw/Tt5Sv2auf_I/AAAAAAAAHWs/OaMdi8UJvxc/s1600/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683070761803087858" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W56sGc5guyw/Tt5Sv2auf_I/AAAAAAAAHWs/OaMdi8UJvxc/s400/013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ironically, Melanie and Oliver woke up at the same time. So they switched places and I got a cute picture of that too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h7rVdpMnWNA/Tt5SvQlecEI/AAAAAAAAHWg/g8RmGeha1CE/s1600/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683070751647625282" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h7rVdpMnWNA/Tt5SvQlecEI/AAAAAAAAHWg/g8RmGeha1CE/s400/018.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The girls enjoyed a fun movie on the ground after dinner. I swear they don't have their fingers in their noses... but it sure looks that way. ha ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Zxg2oAJtwR0/Tt5Su3daFZI/AAAAAAAAHWU/gkQxJL5MAjU/s1600/019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683070744902899090" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Zxg2oAJtwR0/Tt5Su3daFZI/AAAAAAAAHWU/gkQxJL5MAjU/s400/019.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last night I came into the living room and saw this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lIBPbXBikxw/Tt5Suhny95I/AAAAAAAAHWI/Efshgvem-Uc/s1600/022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683070739040892818" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lIBPbXBikxw/Tt5Suhny95I/AAAAAAAAHWI/Efshgvem-Uc/s400/022.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Moments like these make me smile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I took Oliver for his 2 week check up yesterday. He is one very happy, very healthy man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Weight: 9 pounds, 2 ounces&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Height: 21.5 inches&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Head: 14 inches.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The doctor told me we probably won't have to worry about the weight on this one after a growth like that. :) It's such a difference from the experience I had with Noelle.&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/5854170160083894133-7408325261159097140?l=bncsmithson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bncsmithson.blogspot.com/feeds/7408325261159097140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5854170160083894133&amp;postID=7408325261159097140' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854170160083894133/posts/default/7408325261159097140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854170160083894133/posts/default/7408325261159097140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bncsmithson.blogspot.com/2011/12/and-such-is-life.html' title='And Such is Life...'/><author><name>Brandon and Camille Smithson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05243916756539978756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IyKrJv648_s/TTcvPE9C4tI/AAAAAAAAEIo/_sbSihh8IIk/S220/100_0008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o-YMZGyhUHs/Tt5VWrV-RpI/AAAAAAAAHXE/MYlzwuhQjso/s72-c/009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5854170160083894133.post-6282191657751345118</id><published>2011-12-01T16:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T17:02:03.156-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Melanie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Noelle'/><title type='text'>Introducing... Twins!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yep! I'm the proud grandmother of twin block children. Apparently Melanie and Noelle thought they had baby sisters in their tummies.... and when I turned the corner into Melanie's room yesterday, this is what I found:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cJbk2GSzvGc/TtgiU99IJ0I/AAAAAAAAHV8/lvxNE59Gdss/s1600/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681328673551558466" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cJbk2GSzvGc/TtgiU99IJ0I/AAAAAAAAHV8/lvxNE59Gdss/s400/006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fQneHg0hxDI/TtgiUlky3VI/AAAAAAAAHVw/Whpe2ybQMq0/s1600/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681328667007049042" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fQneHg0hxDI/TtgiUlky3VI/AAAAAAAAHVw/Whpe2ybQMq0/s400/009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was told, by Melanie, that there were two babies in her tummy. I'm not quite sure how many where "in" Noelle's tummy. I never got to see them. All I know, is, according to Melanie, the baby in Noelle's tummy was black. The babies in Melanie's tummy turned out to be block babies, blue and green. The blue one was named "Alec", and the green one was named "Tommy".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VmhQCVZFV-E/TtgiUD2LcoI/AAAAAAAAHVk/T5VglUqhMCI/s1600/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681328657953157762" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VmhQCVZFV-E/TtgiUD2LcoI/AAAAAAAAHVk/T5VglUqhMCI/s400/012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Melanie even insisted on "feeding" them. Thank goodness this is all she sees when I feed Oliver. sigh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-02kjrNm7yeo/TtgiTyuc-dI/AAAAAAAAHVY/Yfd0IuXgqVo/s1600/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681328653357349330" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-02kjrNm7yeo/TtgiTyuc-dI/AAAAAAAAHVY/Yfd0IuXgqVo/s400/014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Noelle made sure they stayed happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N3ZergSnAIM/TtgiTSbFCGI/AAAAAAAAHVM/jLIl6-G1vJA/s1600/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681328644686153826" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N3ZergSnAIM/TtgiTSbFCGI/AAAAAAAAHVM/jLIl6-G1vJA/s400/016.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All in all, they were pretty good babies. I never heard them cry. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Later that day, Melanie put on a "paint dress" and insisted it was her hospital dress. I guess my recent pregnancy and hospital visit really had an impact on her).&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/5854170160083894133-6282191657751345118?l=bncsmithson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bncsmithson.blogspot.com/feeds/6282191657751345118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5854170160083894133&amp;postID=6282191657751345118' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854170160083894133/posts/default/6282191657751345118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854170160083894133/posts/default/6282191657751345118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bncsmithson.blogspot.com/2011/12/introducing-twins.html' title='Introducing... Twins!'/><author><name>Brandon and Camille Smithson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05243916756539978756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IyKrJv648_s/TTcvPE9C4tI/AAAAAAAAEIo/_sbSihh8IIk/S220/100_0008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cJbk2GSzvGc/TtgiU99IJ0I/AAAAAAAAHV8/lvxNE59Gdss/s72-c/006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5854170160083894133.post-6579329717701320092</id><published>2011-11-25T09:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T10:30:13.180-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thanksgiving.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family fun'/><title type='text'>Low Key Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This year's Thanksgiving was a low key, at home Thanksgiving... which, ironically, is starting to become a bit of a tradition (we did our own Thanksgiving last year too)! We started the celebration on Wednesday, making "I'm thankful shirts". I gave the girls both the camera and let them walk around the house and take pictures of things they are thankful for. We ended up with hundreds of pictures... so they had to narrow it down to 6 or 7. I'm happy to announce that every member of the family made it onto every one's shirt. This is a good sign that I'm doing something right, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then we printed the pictures onto transfer paper and ironed them white shirts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c4HYSQM4Klw/Ts_X7egQIQI/AAAAAAAAHVA/y-SiAr-Jqho/s1600/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678995071938076930" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c4HYSQM4Klw/Ts_X7egQIQI/AAAAAAAAHVA/y-SiAr-Jqho/s400/005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rsn4PdknXJQ/Ts_VFwXSjVI/AAAAAAAAHU0/NY6E1FudRWo/s1600/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678991949996133714" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rsn4PdknXJQ/Ts_VFwXSjVI/AAAAAAAAHU0/NY6E1FudRWo/s400/006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Hc9KxdqyGu8/Ts_VFNxh4LI/AAAAAAAAHUo/L6LBfV61eJE/s1600/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678991940710949042" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Hc9KxdqyGu8/Ts_VFNxh4LI/AAAAAAAAHUo/L6LBfV61eJE/s400/008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The shirts turned out really nice, but I have to admit, I had envisioned the transfer paper being a little easier to work with. I have used transfer paper to make gifts before and it wasn't as obnoxious as this time. Regardless, everyone was cute in their thankful shirts at dinner on Thursday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In addition to the shirts, we all wore Indian Headdresses with fun names on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dMSHQvd9s7I/Ts_VEru7rXI/AAAAAAAAHUc/wYmWjfbKRfM/s1600/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678991931573251442" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dMSHQvd9s7I/Ts_VEru7rXI/AAAAAAAAHUc/wYmWjfbKRfM/s400/016.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dad was "Big Chief", Mom was "Little Mama", Melanie was "Red Feather", Noelle was "Stands with a Fist", and Oliver was "Silly Monkey". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N9kiP6jXcTE/Ts_VEXLztYI/AAAAAAAAHUQ/8Q6EHjET6U4/s1600/025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678991926057219458" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N9kiP6jXcTE/Ts_VEXLztYI/AAAAAAAAHUQ/8Q6EHjET6U4/s400/025.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We ate good food, which we made together as a family, and just had a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SE-qvc_jrLM/Ts_VECYE6II/AAAAAAAAHUE/dT_w_d6lfYI/s1600/027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678991920471533698" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SE-qvc_jrLM/Ts_VECYE6II/AAAAAAAAHUE/dT_w_d6lfYI/s400/027.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-47SmbZxrb-M/Ts_Tb7FZvOI/AAAAAAAAHT4/atOIMcRrxT4/s1600/033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678990131807763682" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-47SmbZxrb-M/Ts_Tb7FZvOI/AAAAAAAAHT4/atOIMcRrxT4/s400/033.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l58jAUNq99g/Ts_TbYhy1-I/AAAAAAAAHTs/tqRriMxpZek/s1600/034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678990122531608546" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l58jAUNq99g/Ts_TbYhy1-I/AAAAAAAAHTs/tqRriMxpZek/s400/034.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U4vHxStwd10/Ts_TbZNxH8I/AAAAAAAAHTg/xo5M2YF98Eo/s1600/036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678990122716045250" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U4vHxStwd10/Ts_TbZNxH8I/AAAAAAAAHTg/xo5M2YF98Eo/s400/036.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZvmbHxfweDo/Ts_TanCSkeI/AAAAAAAAHTU/7aucyA5k1_I/s1600/038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678990109246132706" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZvmbHxfweDo/Ts_TanCSkeI/AAAAAAAAHTU/7aucyA5k1_I/s400/038.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And our first family picture after bringing Oliver home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GhIzovG_pJE/Ts_TaaycmgI/AAAAAAAAHTI/a6IGtkc3RNw/s1600/040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678990105958455810" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GhIzovG_pJE/Ts_TaaycmgI/AAAAAAAAHTI/a6IGtkc3RNw/s400/040.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Happy Thanksgiving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/5854170160083894133-6579329717701320092?l=bncsmithson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bncsmithson.blogspot.com/feeds/6579329717701320092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5854170160083894133&amp;postID=6579329717701320092' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854170160083894133/posts/default/6579329717701320092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854170160083894133/posts/default/6579329717701320092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bncsmithson.blogspot.com/2011/11/low-key-thanksgiving.html' title='Low Key Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Brandon and Camille Smithson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05243916756539978756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IyKrJv648_s/TTcvPE9C4tI/AAAAAAAAEIo/_sbSihh8IIk/S220/100_0008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c4HYSQM4Klw/Ts_X7egQIQI/AAAAAAAAHVA/y-SiAr-Jqho/s72-c/005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5854170160083894133.post-8150020957738857152</id><published>2011-11-23T08:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T12:08:08.920-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Melanie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oliver'/><title type='text'>Mommy's vs. Melanie's</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ksVGmM7KBSo/Ts0bZAaeiyI/AAAAAAAAHS4/XBOOnnMgoYA/s1600/075-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678224821605796642" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ksVGmM7KBSo/Ts0bZAaeiyI/AAAAAAAAHS4/XBOOnnMgoYA/s400/075-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ever since I have been home from the hospital, I have been fielding a TON of questions from my curious little red head. She mostly asks the same questions over and over... some about his belly button, some about the medicine I have to put on him when changing his diaper... but MOST are about mommy feeding the baby. I have been nursing Oliver, and thank goodness for the shield I have, I haven't had to explain certain things... but that doesn't keep her from being curious. She has asked where the bottle is... and what I feed him... and I have told her this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mommy feeds the baby with special mommy milk that she makes inside her body. She uses special mommy parts, but we don't show those parts off while we are feeding the baby. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So... this is the conversation we had last night:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Melanie: "I am going to feed Oliver ice cream, because I saw that he doesn't have teeth. You don't need teeth for ice cream"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mommy: "Oliver's little tummy can only handle special milk".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Melanie: "It's okay mommy, I make the ice cream inside my body. It comes from my special Melanie parts."&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Oliver... it sounds like you are missing a good deal. Mommy only makes milk... not ice cream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xMfFVKj28-o/Ts0bY0fsOsI/AAAAAAAAHSw/m5jQiX8f9PQ/s1600/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 399px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678224818406439618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xMfFVKj28-o/Ts0bY0fsOsI/AAAAAAAAHSw/m5jQiX8f9PQ/s400/011.JPG" /&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/5854170160083894133-8150020957738857152?l=bncsmithson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bncsmithson.blogspot.com/feeds/8150020957738857152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5854170160083894133&amp;postID=8150020957738857152' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854170160083894133/posts/default/8150020957738857152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854170160083894133/posts/default/8150020957738857152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bncsmithson.blogspot.com/2011/11/mommys-vs-melanies.html' title='Mommy&apos;s vs. Melanie&apos;s'/><author><name>Brandon and Camille Smithson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05243916756539978756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IyKrJv648_s/TTcvPE9C4tI/AAAAAAAAEIo/_sbSihh8IIk/S220/100_0008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ksVGmM7KBSo/Ts0bZAaeiyI/AAAAAAAAHS4/XBOOnnMgoYA/s72-c/075-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5854170160083894133.post-5078764345013748136</id><published>2011-11-20T20:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T20:25:45.731-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oliver'/><title type='text'>Introducing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oliver Bryce Smithson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Born November 19, 2011 at 1:17 am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;8lbs, 4oz; 21.5" tall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He is already very loved by his family!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677297812380420290" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OeL0nOm_lhg/TsnQR98JiMI/AAAAAAAAHSY/NwEAKp0a6NE/s400/004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677297807575487442" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-poAwP6L_O6E/TsnQRsCkE9I/AAAAAAAAHSM/MmLkgRjAvD0/s400/005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 287px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677297061403852914" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cP3Kh6nj14w/TsnPmQVYgHI/AAAAAAAAHSA/8mUk6cc0gTE/s400/007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677297822021266546" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JHaDGZc5BXQ/TsnQSh2tLHI/AAAAAAAAHSk/2RVcUs373Z8/s400/003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vRycubtelXQ/TsnPl5EpJZI/AAAAAAAAHR0/9e2JJcPxjTk/s1600/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677297055159625106" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vRycubtelXQ/TsnPl5EpJZI/AAAAAAAAHR0/9e2JJcPxjTk/s400/009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G0BSnM5rCZo/TsnPlvWE7DI/AAAAAAAAHRo/9k0CPEAZUNw/s1600/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677297052548394034" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G0BSnM5rCZo/TsnPlvWE7DI/AAAAAAAAHRo/9k0CPEAZUNw/s400/010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here he is getting ready to come home from the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nctG9wSkXZY/TsnO-s9oM6I/AAAAAAAAHRg/mxSXLLhrEBI/s1600/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677296381894079394" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nctG9wSkXZY/TsnO-s9oM6I/AAAAAAAAHRg/mxSXLLhrEBI/s400/003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He has a very healthy set of lunges... and with his red hair, he is already quite feisty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rK2xYVZvTUI/TsnO-QytHOI/AAAAAAAAHRQ/zXSEqvNGFmc/s1600/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677296374332071138" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rK2xYVZvTUI/TsnO-QytHOI/AAAAAAAAHRQ/zXSEqvNGFmc/s400/004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pE3K1oj6OGw/TsnO-OKm-lI/AAAAAAAAHRE/sG8s7mamIEU/s1600/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677296373627026002" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pE3K1oj6OGw/TsnO-OKm-lI/AAAAAAAAHRE/sG8s7mamIEU/s400/005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A proud Father/Son moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-01adYyWO2ZY/TsnOeHScRCI/AAAAAAAAHQ4/RByS9G3-REU/s1600/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677295822025016354" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-01adYyWO2ZY/TsnOeHScRCI/AAAAAAAAHQ4/RByS9G3-REU/s400/007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At home, he discovered he didn't just have 1 mommy, he has 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bELMOztn3Y8/TsnOdVh7gaI/AAAAAAAAHQs/QSllkInNA8Q/s1600/025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677295808668205474" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bELMOztn3Y8/TsnOdVh7gaI/AAAAAAAAHQs/QSllkInNA8Q/s400/025.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; But no fear, Oliver, the one mommy will try to keep things under control (key word... try).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9hBtRkrywLA/TsnOdEMOxMI/AAAAAAAAHQg/iwRtgaAFGk0/s1600/026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677295804013790402" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9hBtRkrywLA/TsnOdEMOxMI/AAAAAAAAHQg/iwRtgaAFGk0/s400/026.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thank you for joining our little family, Mr. Oliver. We all love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/5854170160083894133-5078764345013748136?l=bncsmithson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bncsmithson.blogspot.com/feeds/5078764345013748136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5854170160083894133&amp;postID=5078764345013748136' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854170160083894133/posts/default/5078764345013748136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854170160083894133/posts/default/5078764345013748136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bncsmithson.blogspot.com/2011/11/introducing.html' title='Introducing...'/><author><name>Brandon and Camille Smithson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05243916756539978756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IyKrJv648_s/TTcvPE9C4tI/AAAAAAAAEIo/_sbSihh8IIk/S220/100_0008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OeL0nOm_lhg/TsnQR98JiMI/AAAAAAAAHSY/NwEAKp0a6NE/s72-c/004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5854170160083894133.post-3273046485554920175</id><published>2011-11-18T12:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T13:23:22.131-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Melanie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daddy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Noelle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family fun'/><title type='text'>The Last Day... or Not?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I thought that Wednesday was going to be the last day of "life as we knew it"... The last day of just 2 kids... a family of 4... and so we decided to have a special day. First, the girls and I met cousins Liz, Morgan, and Ethan at the zoo for a little wild fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SD31gyk175o/TsbKDBnS1UI/AAAAAAAAHQU/-EshOvWcNd4/s1600/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676446533668754754" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SD31gyk175o/TsbKDBnS1UI/AAAAAAAAHQU/-EshOvWcNd4/s400/007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XWzFUlw7b_A/TsbJsZzM2aI/AAAAAAAAHQM/AFSZdJXsJxo/s1600/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676446145024154018" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XWzFUlw7b_A/TsbJsZzM2aI/AAAAAAAAHQM/AFSZdJXsJxo/s400/008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fkcBngPJDY8/TsbJsB504eI/AAAAAAAAHP8/xCDrCUOXUwc/s1600/017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676446138609492450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fkcBngPJDY8/TsbJsB504eI/AAAAAAAAHP8/xCDrCUOXUwc/s400/017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I really like the picture of the 4 of the kiddos checking out Noelle's favorite animal, the Elephant!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-psyX2q1v5Jo/TsbI4Z79IgI/AAAAAAAAHPw/NeRv80ClD7o/s1600/030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676445251707675138" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-psyX2q1v5Jo/TsbI4Z79IgI/AAAAAAAAHPw/NeRv80ClD7o/s400/030.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XS0iwP7Jji4/TsbI4Mw_mnI/AAAAAAAAHPk/iTKLQ6ikxg0/s1600/041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676445248172038770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XS0iwP7Jji4/TsbI4Mw_mnI/AAAAAAAAHPk/iTKLQ6ikxg0/s400/041.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VMyyGtEsHMg/TsbIZ8ki41I/AAAAAAAAHPY/z4lc6UeN0So/s1600/042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676444728428782418" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VMyyGtEsHMg/TsbIZ8ki41I/AAAAAAAAHPY/z4lc6UeN0So/s400/042.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was a lot of fun. I'd think pushing the girls and double stroller around the zoo would put me into labor, but not so. :) That's okay, we still had more things planned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vvb2gv7yb4g/TsbIZrLSGKI/AAAAAAAAHPM/GKTCPO9H79A/s1600/045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676444723759421602" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vvb2gv7yb4g/TsbIZrLSGKI/AAAAAAAAHPM/GKTCPO9H79A/s400/045.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After dad got home from work, we went out for a fun "last dinner". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Xyd2vyEnsCg/TsbH_n8m9SI/AAAAAAAAHPA/tLmdT8G3d7s/s1600/048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676444276215969058" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Xyd2vyEnsCg/TsbH_n8m9SI/AAAAAAAAHPA/tLmdT8G3d7s/s400/048.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8AghnhrmZdE/TsbH_ZAnQKI/AAAAAAAAHO0/gboXz4trxro/s1600/049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676444272206233762" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8AghnhrmZdE/TsbH_ZAnQKI/AAAAAAAAHO0/gboXz4trxro/s400/049.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was fun and funny. Just check out Melanie's cute eye wear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0IRWVc-9AVM/TsbHn3fYBXI/AAAAAAAAHOo/uwsZFZpQZpE/s1600/052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676443868071462258" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0IRWVc-9AVM/TsbHn3fYBXI/AAAAAAAAHOo/uwsZFZpQZpE/s400/052.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And Noelle's :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-38bQyigyy18/TsbHnn5HsZI/AAAAAAAAHOc/JxtV2kqnSkM/s1600/053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676443863884476818" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-38bQyigyy18/TsbHnn5HsZI/AAAAAAAAHOc/JxtV2kqnSkM/s400/053.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uGjeWmqRTcs/TsbGMbiGKdI/AAAAAAAAHNs/54_-aoj3N98/s1600/054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676442297198586322" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uGjeWmqRTcs/TsbGMbiGKdI/AAAAAAAAHNs/54_-aoj3N98/s400/054.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then we headed home and had a "birthday party" for the baby brother. We made party hats and ate yummy chocolate pie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gZat4abxS4I/TsbGMFMQFsI/AAAAAAAAHNg/AYfwqZUXRLw/s1600/057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676442291201382082" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gZat4abxS4I/TsbGMFMQFsI/AAAAAAAAHNg/AYfwqZUXRLw/s400/057.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lroIfqqRghA/TsbFx4AHG4I/AAAAAAAAHNU/UBfNpnYb2XU/s1600/058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676441840984202114" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lroIfqqRghA/TsbFx4AHG4I/AAAAAAAAHNU/UBfNpnYb2XU/s400/058.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AZh27X4TWf4/TsbFxggTJdI/AAAAAAAAHNI/gbLWA6ioEsE/s1600/061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676441834676757970" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AZh27X4TWf4/TsbFxggTJdI/AAAAAAAAHNI/gbLWA6ioEsE/s400/061.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then we attempted to get one last family picture. (Melanie is currently in a phase where she insists on posing. Unfortunately, her favorite pose is with the tongue out).&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qxTs04vIZ7E/TsbE36LVblI/AAAAAAAAHM8/noLEUswR76I/s1600/067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 285px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676440845135736402" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qxTs04vIZ7E/TsbE36LVblI/AAAAAAAAHM8/noLEUswR76I/s400/067.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-83aHbRaK2iY/TsbE3YMk65I/AAAAAAAAHMw/acmLXu1hmow/s1600/069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676440836014140306" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-83aHbRaK2iY/TsbE3YMk65I/AAAAAAAAHMw/acmLXu1hmow/s400/069.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A funny story about that night. The night before, I had a crazy dream that Brandon and I had had the baby, and were trying to name him. In my dream, Brandon insisted that we named the baby Computer, but with a 'K'... so Komputer. I told him about the dream in the morning. Well, Wednesday night, we were eating pie and celebrating baby brother's impending birthday... and I asked the girls what names they would name the baby. Melanie said "I don't know, I haven't met him yet.". Then I excused myself to use the facilities. When I came back... both girls had names for the baby. Melanie's name was "Printer"... Noelle's name was "Mouse". It was too funny. And for the record... we may not have a name for this little man, but it will NOT be Komputer! (I don't care how cool it looks with a "K").&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyhow... alas... Wednesday was NOT our last day as a family of 4. It's Friday afternoon, and I'm currently 40 weeks pregnant, and still going. The last 2 days haven't been nearly as exciting as a "last day". Hopefully the girls remember the fun we had on Wednesday, as that was suppose to be a special all about them day before their brother joined the family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/5854170160083894133-3273046485554920175?l=bncsmithson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bncsmithson.blogspot.com/feeds/3273046485554920175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5854170160083894133&amp;postID=3273046485554920175' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854170160083894133/posts/default/3273046485554920175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854170160083894133/posts/default/3273046485554920175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bncsmithson.blogspot.com/2011/11/last-day-or-not.html' title='The Last Day... or Not?'/><author><name>Brandon and Camille Smithson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05243916756539978756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IyKrJv648_s/TTcvPE9C4tI/AAAAAAAAEIo/_sbSihh8IIk/S220/100_0008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SD31gyk175o/TsbKDBnS1UI/AAAAAAAAHQU/-EshOvWcNd4/s72-c/007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5854170160083894133.post-6635692417074309180</id><published>2011-11-11T13:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T15:24:49.853-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Melanie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Noelle'/><title type='text'>Mesa's Veteran's Day Parade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today is Veteran's Day. Actually, I read this today, and really appreciated it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"I will come to a time in my backwards trip when November eleventh, accidentally my birthday, was a sacred day called Armistice Day. When I was a boy, and when Dwayne Hoover was a boy, all the people of all the nations which had fought in the First World War were silent during the eleventh minute of the eleventh hour of Armistice Day, which was the eleventh day of the eleventh month.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was during that minute in nineteen hundred and eighteen, that millions upon millions of human beings stopped butchering one another. I have talked to old men who were on battlefields during that minute. They have told me in one way or another that the sudden silence was the Voice of God. So we still have among us some men who can remember when God spoke clearly to mankind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Armistice Day has become Veterans' Day. Armistice Day was sacred. Veterans' Day is not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I will throw Veterans' Day over my shoulder. Armistice Day I will keep. I don't want to throw away any sacred things."-Kurt Vonnegut&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, Happy Armistice Day. I actually don't think I'd throw Veterans' Day away... I just like the story of the minute of silence. I think that is very interesting and awe-inspiring.&lt;br /&gt;Today, we ventured to downtown Mesa to enjoy the parade. This is a fun tradition that I enjoy keeping every year with my kids. I didn't get too many pictures because the majority of the parade I was holding Noelle up as high as I could while helping Melanie balance on the stroller. But I did get a few.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The parade began with this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pGHXM_Kvn8M/Tr2fTgVLFoI/AAAAAAAAHL0/OZ9im-ck3-4/s1600/023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673866263001765506" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pGHXM_Kvn8M/Tr2fTgVLFoI/AAAAAAAAHL0/OZ9im-ck3-4/s400/023.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Isn't that a beautiful aircraft? While we were waiting for the parade to start, a fun clown walked up to Melanie. A nice man with a family next to ours offered to take this picture. Thank you very nice man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yv1tZt9RQMM/Tr2fTWLvw6I/AAAAAAAAHLo/VSPSBlVVwsE/s1600/026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673866260277871522" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yv1tZt9RQMM/Tr2fTWLvw6I/AAAAAAAAHLo/VSPSBlVVwsE/s400/026.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q5Q4HPm5ESQ/Tr2e08mBQII/AAAAAAAAHLc/lVvWovb36gU/s1600/030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673865738012672130" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q5Q4HPm5ESQ/Tr2e08mBQII/AAAAAAAAHLc/lVvWovb36gU/s400/030.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We met up with Cousin Liz, Morgan, and Ethan at the parade. I had to get a picture of them, because, like me, Liz spent most of her time holding one in the air. But she is super woman, because she held Morgan up the entire time. I opt to hold Noelle the entire time. She needed more "boosting" to see, and weighs a good 16 pounds less than Ms. Morgan. Liz... you are amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V7t2-ZdyHS4/Tr2e0SqaGbI/AAAAAAAAHLQ/6yUBO_7KQQg/s1600/031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673865726756788658" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V7t2-ZdyHS4/Tr2e0SqaGbI/AAAAAAAAHLQ/6yUBO_7KQQg/s400/031.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As a part of the parade, they honor all the Arizona Veteran's that have recently died in action. I was trying to explain this to Melanie, when I over heard another mother explain it to her son this way: "These are all the people we need to say thank you to". I liked that. And it is true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2dTl0OHuQNE/Tr2ez97LgDI/AAAAAAAAHLE/m3BYTlUhrNY/s1600/033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673865721189990450" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2dTl0OHuQNE/Tr2ez97LgDI/AAAAAAAAHLE/m3BYTlUhrNY/s400/033.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; While Morgan was watching the parade on her mom's shoulders, Ethan was exploring... I watched this happen in slow motion, and when I told him he was "busted", he grinned from ear to ear. So I had to get a picture for his mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XRRYYIAysXo/Tr2ezgwgNzI/AAAAAAAAHK4/Iix_Uese22c/s1600/034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673865713360582450" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XRRYYIAysXo/Tr2ezgwgNzI/AAAAAAAAHK4/Iix_Uese22c/s400/034.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The parade went about 15 minutes longer than my kid's attention spans (which, to tell you the truth, was pretty long, because they lasted about an hour and a half before getting bored). The next few pictures or of them walking around while the parade was still going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ZnAqtkMyB4/Tr2cy3T94vI/AAAAAAAAHKs/HfsV_4GyiHI/s1600/037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673863503211782898" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ZnAqtkMyB4/Tr2cy3T94vI/AAAAAAAAHKs/HfsV_4GyiHI/s400/037.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1JVwagUeHQo/Tr2cyVs5OXI/AAAAAAAAHKg/NaHaOeHiR9w/s1600/038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673863494189529458" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1JVwagUeHQo/Tr2cyVs5OXI/AAAAAAAAHKg/NaHaOeHiR9w/s400/038.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q1OtHIR_G4U/Tr2cxyD-3yI/AAAAAAAAHKU/8160P5b-aIc/s1600/040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673863484622692130" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q1OtHIR_G4U/Tr2cxyD-3yI/AAAAAAAAHKU/8160P5b-aIc/s400/040.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Okay, I'm loving this "posing" picture. Seriously, what is that face, Melanie?!? Love it!&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x8mEjGxZT7E/Tr2cxvfbz3I/AAAAAAAAHKI/w0zht3OBg-8/s1600/042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673863483932528498" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x8mEjGxZT7E/Tr2cxvfbz3I/AAAAAAAAHKI/w0zht3OBg-8/s400/042.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And more posing in the next picture. Hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-263b8xskQIo/Tr2azlgBOII/AAAAAAAAHJ8/T6Td7LpzYww/s1600/044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673861316587108482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-263b8xskQIo/Tr2azlgBOII/AAAAAAAAHJ8/T6Td7LpzYww/s400/044.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The last thing in the parade is always a fire truck. I was happy to get this picture of Melanie with the fire truck in the background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9mpzj76nl20/Tr2ay10ZiHI/AAAAAAAAHJw/uYLDoVN_Zfc/s1600/049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673861303787686002" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9mpzj76nl20/Tr2ay10ZiHI/AAAAAAAAHJw/uYLDoVN_Zfc/s400/049.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was a great parade. I appreciate that the City of Mesa puts it on every year so that I can feel a little more patriotic while explaining h0w special our country is to my children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nIseZvI69W0/Tr2ayscCpxI/AAAAAAAAHJk/sFKVZu6Ugng/s1600/052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673861301269604114" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nIseZvI69W0/Tr2ayscCpxI/AAAAAAAAHJk/sFKVZu6Ugng/s400/052.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On a separate, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;humorous&lt;/span&gt; note: When we got back to the car, I threw both children in and told them to get in their seats while I put the stroller away. When I was done, I found that Noelle had decided she was driving! It definitely made me laugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/5854170160083894133-6635692417074309180?l=bncsmithson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bncsmithson.blogspot.com/feeds/6635692417074309180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5854170160083894133&amp;postID=6635692417074309180' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854170160083894133/posts/default/6635692417074309180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854170160083894133/posts/default/6635692417074309180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bncsmithson.blogspot.com/2011/11/mesas-veterans-day-parade.html' title='Mesa&apos;s Veteran&apos;s Day Parade'/><author><name>Brandon and Camille Smithson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05243916756539978756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IyKrJv648_s/TTcvPE9C4tI/AAAAAAAAEIo/_sbSihh8IIk/S220/100_0008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pGHXM_Kvn8M/Tr2fTgVLFoI/AAAAAAAAHL0/OZ9im-ck3-4/s72-c/023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5854170160083894133.post-3291892748716991916</id><published>2011-11-09T12:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T13:03:14.457-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grandma Traci'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Melanie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mom'/><title type='text'>Date with Mom and Grandma</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;On Saturday, my mom treated Melanie and me to a special date. We got to go to the Hale Theater to see Beauty and the Beast! Melanie got all dressed up in her princess best. She was too cute.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673099872489898146" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HFLdsgoO-SY/TrrmRtMTAKI/AAAAAAAAG-s/SuaVDesN0DM/s400/006.JPG" /&gt;(Complete with princess hair, of course).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673099856418843954" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LIxwrdG68sM/TrrmQxUqLTI/AAAAAAAAG-g/DbuI-vxqD0A/s400/007.JPG" /&gt; We picked up Grandma Traci and headed to the theater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673099847391211714" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HJb3R-BKsjM/TrrmQPsTcMI/AAAAAAAAG-U/PYJ1QXJHXG0/s400/011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673102362958067250" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Nm-BmAbCbSQ/Trroiq6LdjI/AAAAAAAAG-8/mYH_2yNNY34/s400/015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cC3qOMP3dlM/TrrmPqeldtI/AAAAAAAAG-I/Plgk_qqSuUM/s1600/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673099837401560786" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cC3qOMP3dlM/TrrmPqeldtI/AAAAAAAAG-I/Plgk_qqSuUM/s400/014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The play was a lot of fun. It wasn't the Beauty and the Beast that you think of when you think Disney, but the story was similar. In the play, Beauty had 2 sisters. This confused Melanie, who kept asking me if those were really Beauty's sisters. The Beast was pretty scary looking to me. The Beast had two "friends" that came out of pictures "hanging" on the walls. They were pretty entertaining. I think we all enjoyed ourselves. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After the show, we met Beauty and Beast. I wasn't too impressed by the line, considering we stood in the "front" of the line for about 15 minutes, within reaching distance of Beauty, and yet people kept coming in front of Melanie from the side to talk to Beauty and Beast and get their autographs. I finally just stopped everyone and put Melanie on their laps for a picture. Perhaps that was cranky of me... but it was really hard to explain to Melanie that she had to wait when she was truly in the front of the line. *sigh*. I think the actress that played Beauty wasn't helping anything because she just kept talking to all the kids (which is sweet, but was encouraging the problem instead of the solution).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/-CjitahAokFM/TrrlgXOKUtI/AAAAAAAAG98/cC3YXlwSvC8/s1600/017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673099024778547922" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CjitahAokFM/TrrlgXOKUtI/AAAAAAAAG98/cC3YXlwSvC8/s400/017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After the show, we went out to lunch. It was cold outside, but with the heaters, we were able to enjoy the outdoors and be comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ied-2ZTKK0s/Trrlf9OWI9I/AAAAAAAAG9w/pjQ2zHiIVq4/s1600/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673099017800000466" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ied-2ZTKK0s/Trrlf9OWI9I/AAAAAAAAG9w/pjQ2zHiIVq4/s400/018.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e8UxhI_yAGE/TrrlfUVoNqI/AAAAAAAAG9k/X39zaMIf8hE/s1600/020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673099006824691362" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e8UxhI_yAGE/TrrlfUVoNqI/AAAAAAAAG9k/X39zaMIf8hE/s400/020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thank you Grandma Traci for such a fun date. Melanie and I both had a ton of fun. Melanie is still talking about it. We love you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/5854170160083894133-3291892748716991916?l=bncsmithson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bncsmithson.blogspot.com/feeds/3291892748716991916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5854170160083894133&amp;postID=3291892748716991916' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854170160083894133/posts/default/3291892748716991916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854170160083894133/posts/default/3291892748716991916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bncsmithson.blogspot.com/2011/11/date-with-mom-and-grandma.html' title='Date with Mom and Grandma'/><author><name>Brandon and Camille Smithson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05243916756539978756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IyKrJv648_s/TTcvPE9C4tI/AAAAAAAAEIo/_sbSihh8IIk/S220/100_0008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HFLdsgoO-SY/TrrmRtMTAKI/AAAAAAAAG-s/SuaVDesN0DM/s72-c/006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5854170160083894133.post-6433304778675741461</id><published>2011-11-08T18:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T19:39:03.953-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Melanie'/><title type='text'>Ms. Melanie.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Melanie has been cracking me up lately. She is definitely full of personality and imagination. Lately, she has been really into beauty, princesses, and all things fancy. After Halloween, she has worn her crown daily. Sometimes with her Fancy Nancy costume... sometimes with other outfits.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bCZox9bNFGY/TrnwSGcG-VI/AAAAAAAAG9Y/I0ySmqMKs44/s1600/053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672829399406672210" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bCZox9bNFGY/TrnwSGcG-VI/AAAAAAAAG9Y/I0ySmqMKs44/s400/053.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yesterday, she came into the living room holding her crown and a pink dress and asked "Does this dress match my crown?" This was very important to her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We painted with watercolors a few days ago. I left the room to get some other paints and paper out, and when I came back, Melanie was all glamored up. She had painted her nails...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g4_HSFztxTQ/Trnv5UmcV2I/AAAAAAAAG9M/QMMitvrtXCc/s1600/056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672828973711382370" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g4_HSFztxTQ/Trnv5UmcV2I/AAAAAAAAG9M/QMMitvrtXCc/s400/056.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And her face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cPAe68Da7B4/Trnv5BFqNSI/AAAAAAAAG9A/Spmmb71nowo/s1600/057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672828968473605410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cPAe68Da7B4/Trnv5BFqNSI/AAAAAAAAG9A/Spmmb71nowo/s400/057.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pucker up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1lcVCkmVzUg/Trntx58m_HI/AAAAAAAAG84/AANn3E9FAJk/s1600/058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672826647274257522" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1lcVCkmVzUg/Trntx58m_HI/AAAAAAAAG84/AANn3E9FAJk/s400/058.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The irony to this is that I do not wear makeup. Where she gets this fascination is beyond me... but she is definitely into makeup. She likes to pretend to put it on all the time. But this would be the first time I left the room and came back to her painting her lips. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-195nMqzU_Qg/TrntxSly4FI/AAAAAAAAG8o/8ohYA6fe_10/s1600/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672826636709584978" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-195nMqzU_Qg/TrntxSly4FI/AAAAAAAAG8o/8ohYA6fe_10/s400/005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This afternoon, I went into Melanie's room to get her up from her nap, and I found her rocking horse... dressed up like a princess. I laughed so hard, I nearly forgot to get a picture. I'm glad I didn't. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Melanie's Favorites:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Color: Red!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Activity: playing dress up, and making up shows!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Question: Why!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Melanie Says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Melanie has been asking a lot of questions lately about the baby. I think my favorite was this morning. She asked me where the baby brother was. I said "you know". And she says "He's in your tummy... did you eat him?" Silly Girl! She also asked me this morning if mommies can still jump when they have a baby in their tummy. I showed her it was still possible with a small bounce.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Melanie: "I'm taking care of my baby" (she points to Noelle who smiles up at me from a laundry basket) "She came out of my tummy, and now she is my baby". Noelle: "Wahh!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Melanie: "Mom, when you were little... a really really little baby, you were in my tummy and I was the mommy" Pause. "And then you cried a lot because you were cold".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Melanie: "Noelle is a nice sister! Heavenly Father made her because we want nice sisters".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: "Melanie, what's the matter?" Melanie: "I want to wear shoes, but I don't have any that match this dress" (as she wears a purple dress up dress) Me: "Why don't you put on your white sparkling shoes". Melanie: "No, mom, they don't match, my dress is purple. I need purple shoes". It's rough being a princess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love my little Princess Melanie.&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/5854170160083894133-6433304778675741461?l=bncsmithson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bncsmithson.blogspot.com/feeds/6433304778675741461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5854170160083894133&amp;postID=6433304778675741461' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854170160083894133/posts/default/6433304778675741461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854170160083894133/posts/default/6433304778675741461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bncsmithson.blogspot.com/2011/11/ms-melanie.html' title='Ms. Melanie.'/><author><name>Brandon and Camille Smithson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05243916756539978756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IyKrJv648_s/TTcvPE9C4tI/AAAAAAAAEIo/_sbSihh8IIk/S220/100_0008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bCZox9bNFGY/TrnwSGcG-VI/AAAAAAAAG9Y/I0ySmqMKs44/s72-c/053.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5854170160083894133.post-9172026888725533054</id><published>2011-11-03T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T20:31:49.041-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Noelle'/><title type='text'>Noelle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Boy I have been behind with life lately. I have so many things we have done that I haven't blogged about. So... I decided maybe, instead of events, I'd just blog about my kiddos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Noelle has been cracking me up lately. We have a few hours a few times a week that are all about Noelle and Mommy. Sometimes we go do our grocery shopping (Noelle sits in the car basket and drives me around the store while I get the groceries). Sometimes we play in the back yard. This is Noelle's favorite activity (besides painting).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5g23L-pb1mc/TrNVsAF5YXI/AAAAAAAAG8c/DDuAMP-83BM/s1600/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670970570216923506" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5g23L-pb1mc/TrNVsAF5YXI/AAAAAAAAG8c/DDuAMP-83BM/s400/001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TatFlhqdjGc/TrNVJWqmSYI/AAAAAAAAG8Q/3_RkI8Thg1Y/s1600/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670969974981020034" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TatFlhqdjGc/TrNVJWqmSYI/AAAAAAAAG8Q/3_RkI8Thg1Y/s400/002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The messier she gets, the bigger the smile on her face. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We went to the park last week. Noelle has always been afraid of the slide. She has always had to have me or dad go down the slide with her. Well, I was at the park, talking with Liz (a cousin who met me at the park), and I look over, and there was Noelle... going down the slide... all by herself! NO FEAR! I am so proud of her. After that, she was up the stairs and down the slide over and over again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Uqe8Np1Dfq0/TrNVI0UtSxI/AAAAAAAAG8E/WiFmEWTqv7o/s1600/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670969965762398994" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Uqe8Np1Dfq0/TrNVI0UtSxI/AAAAAAAAG8E/WiFmEWTqv7o/s400/018.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's amazing how she just decided to face that fear and go for it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rRjkRpeYDMM/TrNUuD9O1uI/AAAAAAAAG74/wbXWkDqD5hM/s1600/026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670969506102433506" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rRjkRpeYDMM/TrNUuD9O1uI/AAAAAAAAG74/wbXWkDqD5hM/s400/026.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Even the straight "throw you to your death" slide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k7f9uJ2k5VI/TrNUtunRN-I/AAAAAAAAG7s/evtrsLQfUXg/s1600/029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670969500373170146" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k7f9uJ2k5VI/TrNUtunRN-I/AAAAAAAAG7s/evtrsLQfUXg/s400/029.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Noelle has her own sense of style. I haven't quite figured it out yet... but it definitely fits her personality. She has literally worn her pinkalicious dress every day since Halloween, but now she gets creative with what she wears it with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dzEe0TE36qM/TrNUPNuMs6I/AAAAAAAAG7g/v0bmXyqFvno/s1600/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670968976147788706" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dzEe0TE36qM/TrNUPNuMs6I/AAAAAAAAG7g/v0bmXyqFvno/s400/002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y_yzWg-KY0w/TrNUOpIxf6I/AAAAAAAAG7U/VFFfWedlWo4/s1600/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670968966327140258" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y_yzWg-KY0w/TrNUOpIxf6I/AAAAAAAAG7U/VFFfWedlWo4/s400/004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think this ensemble is my favorite. I call it my gnome-alicious. She is wearing the pants and boots that make me think of her as my garden gnome (just missing the hat), and then a "catholic school girl" skirt, and her pinkalicious dress over it... topped off with her wings and crown. I'm in love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-156B3pSntjE/TrNT0_yKtGI/AAAAAAAAG7I/rYWHGd6oXFM/s1600/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670968525729739874" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-156B3pSntjE/TrNT0_yKtGI/AAAAAAAAG7I/rYWHGd6oXFM/s400/011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BUWKnNei7M8/TrNT0ThHbHI/AAAAAAAAG68/6FHBFlBZ304/s1600/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670968513847061618" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BUWKnNei7M8/TrNT0ThHbHI/AAAAAAAAG68/6FHBFlBZ304/s400/012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Noelle's favorites:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Color: Red!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Word: Mine!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Phrase: My Turn!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Activity: Painting!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Animal: Elephant!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Noelle says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After Noelle is done eating, I always have her put her hands up in the air and say "I love you mommy". Then I take her down and wash her. But lately, instead, she has been saying "I love you, Daddy!" and then giggle... She thinks she is so funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ever since carving the pumpkins on Sunday, Noelle has been walking around saying "Daddy cut cut cut pumpkin patch. and Noelle cry... wahhh!!!".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Noelle is a chatter bug and loves to be in the center of attention. When we had the missionaries over, she was the one that had to say the prayer... and she talked to them non-stop (though I'm not sure they understood her). Noelle now participates in family scripture study by repeating a verse back. She gets really excited about this. She likes to do everything by herself, if possible. Noelle is very independent. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just love Ms. Noelle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/5854170160083894133-9172026888725533054?l=bncsmithson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bncsmithson.blogspot.com/feeds/9172026888725533054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5854170160083894133&amp;postID=9172026888725533054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854170160083894133/posts/default/9172026888725533054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854170160083894133/posts/default/9172026888725533054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bncsmithson.blogspot.com/2011/11/noelle.html' title='Noelle'/><author><name>Brandon and Camille Smithson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05243916756539978756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IyKrJv648_s/TTcvPE9C4tI/AAAAAAAAEIo/_sbSihh8IIk/S220/100_0008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5g23L-pb1mc/TrNVsAF5YXI/AAAAAAAAG8c/DDuAMP-83BM/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5854170160083894133.post-2778379268529912308</id><published>2011-11-03T12:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T12:50:42.783-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><title type='text'>Letters to and from the Great Pumpkin</title><content type='html'>Letters To The Great Pumpkin:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Great Pumpkin,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Halloween! I have been good and silly. I play dress up with Melanie. I ride on my mommy's back. I sing for daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left you yummy candy. Please leave me a fun present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you,&lt;br /&gt;Noelle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Great Pumpkin,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Halloween! I have been a good girl. I always play and share with my sister. I went fishing with my daddy. I colored my mommy a picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please bring me a good present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you,&lt;br /&gt;Melanie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Letters From The Great Pumpkin:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Pinkalicious Noelle,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for leaving all of my favorite candies for me. You must know what I like. You are the silliest little girl that I have ever seen. Remember to play nice with your big sister, Melanie. I left you a new movie with lots of new songs for you to sing. I hope that you enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you!&lt;br /&gt;The Great Pumpkin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Remember to tickle your mommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Fancy Nancy Melanie,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so very much for the candy that you left for me. They are all of my favorite ones. You are such a good big sister to Noelle. Keep being a good listener for your mommy and daddy and make good decisions. I hope you like the movie that I left you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you,&lt;br /&gt;The Great Pumpkin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I really liked your pumpkin that you carved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5854170160083894133-2778379268529912308?l=bncsmithson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bncsmithson.blogspot.com/feeds/2778379268529912308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5854170160083894133&amp;postID=2778379268529912308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854170160083894133/posts/default/2778379268529912308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854170160083894133/posts/default/2778379268529912308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bncsmithson.blogspot.com/2011/11/letters-to-and-from-great-pumpkin.html' title='Letters to and from the Great Pumpkin'/><author><name>Brandon and Camille Smithson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05243916756539978756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IyKrJv648_s/TTcvPE9C4tI/AAAAAAAAEIo/_sbSihh8IIk/S220/100_0008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5854170160083894133.post-2306728964451101044</id><published>2011-11-02T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T16:48:43.239-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grandma Traci'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Melanie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Noelle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grandpa Smithson'/><title type='text'>Halloween and Stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The days leading up to Halloween were super fun and eventful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thursday, October 27th, the library had a fun craft and then a fun Halloween parade. All the kids got to dress up and "trick or treat" through the library. My girls had been looking forward to it for quite some time (every Thursday for a month it was announced, so Melanie was well aware). We met up with some library regulars and made friends. One of the little girls was costume-ess, so Noelle donated her wings for the day. Arie ended up making a beautiful fairy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D4Q1ZMje12U/TrHHBlGVjhI/AAAAAAAAG5s/Rp7v-z-r7u8/s1600/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670532235788652050" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D4Q1ZMje12U/TrHHBlGVjhI/AAAAAAAAG5s/Rp7v-z-r7u8/s400/005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The library didn't give out candy or toys, but all crafts (which I really appreciated). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Friday, Melanie dressed up as a princess for pre-school. She had a preschool Halloween party and came home with lots of fun treats (which she was nice enough to share with her little sister.) After our naps, we decided to have a mini party at home, and made all the crafts we got from the library the day before. It was extra fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pp6A4hmtse8/TrHHAhWTrvI/AAAAAAAAG5g/CNZBmIopqQg/s1600/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670532217602027250" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pp6A4hmtse8/TrHHAhWTrvI/AAAAAAAAG5g/CNZBmIopqQg/s400/010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M-5c3OAF73Y/TrHHAAz6j5I/AAAAAAAAG5U/xy-VnnM3tvw/s1600/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670532208867839890" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M-5c3OAF73Y/TrHHAAz6j5I/AAAAAAAAG5U/xy-VnnM3tvw/s400/011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They made dancing mummies, which I hung from the fans... so they really DID dance. And they made moons with bats flying across them. The moons where a fun addition to the bats that were flying through our living room and kitchen. We were lucky to have two moons... one in the living... one in the kitchen. When Brandon got home, we went to the pumpkin patch and picked out some good pumpkins. It's a family tradition to do this together... of course, I forgot to get pictures. Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ww2yQdFEu2o/TrHGLwMDYKI/AAAAAAAAG5I/HOnFPV99Eo0/s1600/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670531311052480674" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ww2yQdFEu2o/TrHGLwMDYKI/AAAAAAAAG5I/HOnFPV99Eo0/s400/015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On Saturday we did a bunch of fun Halloween activities at the house while daddy was at a training meeting. The girls "carved" jack-o-lanterns (I made felt pumpkins and faces so they could make as many combinations as they wanted).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hZmQFe4tO0E/TrHGK6lf1qI/AAAAAAAAG48/3HOfNFIGJ2c/s1600/030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670531296663688866" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hZmQFe4tO0E/TrHGK6lf1qI/AAAAAAAAG48/3HOfNFIGJ2c/s400/030.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZE1fpxestV4/TrHGKdL4MAI/AAAAAAAAG4w/Pw1JAdF1zS8/s1600/033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670531288771604482" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZE1fpxestV4/TrHGKdL4MAI/AAAAAAAAG4w/Pw1JAdF1zS8/s400/033.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xjLejar8fWU/TrHFjTRa0vI/AAAAAAAAG4g/rVi_48znV5I/s1600/039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670530616095593202" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xjLejar8fWU/TrHFjTRa0vI/AAAAAAAAG4g/rVi_48znV5I/s400/039.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then we made skeletons and ghosts... spooky fun!&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/-amPYip_e2tY/TrHFhzBeH_I/AAAAAAAAG4Y/vwzosExzN-8/s1600/044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670530590258896882" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-amPYip_e2tY/TrHFhzBeH_I/AAAAAAAAG4Y/vwzosExzN-8/s400/044.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GqaZtJVLE7E/TrHFhQIQBbI/AAAAAAAAG4I/jchKI8XCdfQ/s1600/050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670530580892091826" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GqaZtJVLE7E/TrHFhQIQBbI/AAAAAAAAG4I/jchKI8XCdfQ/s400/050.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7tVZakYPxg4/TrHEOIiEtaI/AAAAAAAAG34/mrjzymei-N0/s1600/052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670529152923776418" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7tVZakYPxg4/TrHEOIiEtaI/AAAAAAAAG34/mrjzymei-N0/s400/052.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Saturday night, we went to the church building and crashed a neighboring ward's trunk or treat (as our ward does not have trunk or treats). The girls had a lot of fun getting candy, though we need to work on "volume". They didn't ask anyone loud enough to actually hear them... Their "thank yous" where a little better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Sunday, after church, we played in the back yard. I love this picture of Noelle. I call her my garden gnome.&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RsMlTgv5E9k/TrHENHxGwYI/AAAAAAAAG3s/zyaaRg-nloQ/s1600/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670529135538520450" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RsMlTgv5E9k/TrHENHxGwYI/AAAAAAAAG3s/zyaaRg-nloQ/s400/008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And Melanie, or rather, sleeping beauty, apparently slept in this dress... crown... and dress up shoes. Silly girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8ulsKXn1J98/TrHEMX0A3BI/AAAAAAAAG3g/U_LmjK2R1wY/s1600/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670529122665815058" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8ulsKXn1J98/TrHEMX0A3BI/AAAAAAAAG3g/U_LmjK2R1wY/s400/012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After everyone was wide awake from their naps, we decided to carve pumpkins. Noelle and Melanie were both very excited... until daddy cut the top of the pumpkin off... then Noelle looked like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H6iPn7C7Te8/TrHDkm0Bx_I/AAAAAAAAG3U/QtPc2Qn0log/s1600/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670528439497639922" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H6iPn7C7Te8/TrHDkm0Bx_I/AAAAAAAAG3U/QtPc2Qn0log/s400/016.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And started screaming "pumpkin patch!!!" She did not like daddy hurting the pumpkin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CukhT4XUk4g/TrHCXGvCVPI/AAAAAAAAG3I/FxhR80osRWI/s1600/017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670527108036842738" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CukhT4XUk4g/TrHCXGvCVPI/AAAAAAAAG3I/FxhR80osRWI/s400/017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She didn't mind the gutting the pumpkin as much... though Melanie was a little grossed out by that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HU__PhYjygA/TrHCWQ2XA_I/AAAAAAAAG28/t9uiZY2_gEw/s1600/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670527093572043762" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HU__PhYjygA/TrHCWQ2XA_I/AAAAAAAAG28/t9uiZY2_gEw/s400/018.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Daddy cut a face... Noelle still screamed. (It was really hard not to laugh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Zpg8bJefMx0/TrG_zUWHmOI/AAAAAAAAG18/Db_hY8x3JEA/s1600/027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670524294191880418" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Zpg8bJefMx0/TrG_zUWHmOI/AAAAAAAAG18/Db_hY8x3JEA/s400/027.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZQjQrmGNwNE/TrG8VjTOWhI/AAAAAAAAG1w/EpW8JEBZiI4/s1600/029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670520484275313170" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZQjQrmGNwNE/TrG8VjTOWhI/AAAAAAAAG1w/EpW8JEBZiI4/s400/029.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Eventually, she got brave and started playing with the guts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-55HHM-ZP0jw/TrG8UTbu3mI/AAAAAAAAG1k/Cwj7JqOPnJk/s1600/033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670520462836162146" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-55HHM-ZP0jw/TrG8UTbu3mI/AAAAAAAAG1k/Cwj7JqOPnJk/s400/033.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When we carved the face on the second pumpkin, she didn't flinch... then daddy went to cut the top off (yes, he did that in reverse) and she started screaming "Pumpkin patch" again. So, he didn't get his top cut, or gutted. we cut a hole in the back while she slept to insert the flash light.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Monday we dressed up in the morning and went to Grandma Traci's office to trick or treat and show off our costumes. My mom spoiled the girls by making sure everyone in the office had a piece of candy to give the girls. After showing off the adorable costumes (which, of course, I didn't take pictures of), we went to lunch with Grandma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DrN14BIWCLI/TrG8T8w2O1I/AAAAAAAAG1Y/8gS19WZ6xN4/s1600/042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670520456750709586" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DrN14BIWCLI/TrG8T8w2O1I/AAAAAAAAG1Y/8gS19WZ6xN4/s400/042.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Noelle was quite attached to her candy bucket... it took a little convincing to get her to let go so we could have our lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1jQYtvbQ7KA/TrG1w-_CP8I/AAAAAAAAGq4/xPihTecogag/s1600/044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670513258981900226" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1jQYtvbQ7KA/TrG1w-_CP8I/AAAAAAAAGq4/xPihTecogag/s400/044.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They played in costume all day. Then we went trick or treating... we hit 4 houses, and then went to Grandma and Grandpa Smithson's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-73TtpdvuoE4/TrG1wEvovDI/AAAAAAAAGqs/U4cRG3H_MgI/s1600/045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670513243348057138" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-73TtpdvuoE4/TrG1wEvovDI/AAAAAAAAGqs/U4cRG3H_MgI/s400/045.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Grandpa spoiled the girls with candy, and Grandma spoiled them with cookies. Melanie helped pass out candy.&lt;br /&gt;And... yes, I forgot to take pictures... eventually, I had Brandon take a picture of my "costume". Enjoy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VZSiVwzdcYs/TrG1vWt-QdI/AAAAAAAAGqg/Jd4D3dv0VDc/s1600/050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670513230993048018" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VZSiVwzdcYs/TrG1vWt-QdI/AAAAAAAAGqg/Jd4D3dv0VDc/s400/050.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We left all the candy out, and the Great Pumpkin traded it for a two fun movies: Mulan and Tarzan! Thank you Great Pumpkin (I will have to type up the letters the girls wrote to the Great Pumpkin and the letters we wrote back.) Happy Halloween!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/5854170160083894133-2306728964451101044?l=bncsmithson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bncsmithson.blogspot.com/feeds/2306728964451101044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5854170160083894133&amp;postID=2306728964451101044' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854170160083894133/posts/default/2306728964451101044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854170160083894133/posts/default/2306728964451101044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bncsmithson.blogspot.com/2011/11/halloween-and-stuff.html' title='Halloween and Stuff'/><author><name>Brandon and Camille Smithson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05243916756539978756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IyKrJv648_s/TTcvPE9C4tI/AAAAAAAAEIo/_sbSihh8IIk/S220/100_0008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D4Q1ZMje12U/TrHHBlGVjhI/AAAAAAAAG5s/Rp7v-z-r7u8/s72-c/005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5854170160083894133.post-221893157264782929</id><published>2011-10-20T13:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T13:35:37.997-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='science experiment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family fun'/><title type='text'>Fizzy Sidewalk Paint</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This fun activity was an art project and science experiment in one. Check out the instructions &lt;a href="http://www.scientificamerican.com/article.cfm?id=bring-science-home-carbonic-colors"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. I changed the recipe slightly to make less paint... in more colors. So, I did 1/4 cup baking soda, 1 Tblspn cornstarch, and 1/4 cup of water. I was guessing that was about 1/4th the original recipe. Then I added food coloring and paint, swept a spot off on the porch, and told the girls to get their paint shirts on. They was excited! (And to be honest, so was I!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-df0_Zk-ef-k/TqCCMmdC8qI/AAAAAAAAGe8/2rdS9grqqYU/s1600/043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665671484224500386" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-df0_Zk-ef-k/TqCCMmdC8qI/AAAAAAAAGe8/2rdS9grqqYU/s400/043.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eXJr9IcYEuM/TqCCMgkX-AI/AAAAAAAAGe0/KXDtOSHMITU/s1600/049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665671482644625410" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eXJr9IcYEuM/TqCCMgkX-AI/AAAAAAAAGe0/KXDtOSHMITU/s400/049.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had fun painting on the porch. Everyone (including daddy, who had stayed home from work sick and finally well enough to get out of bed) got involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QOqDk1tb-GE/TqCCL9hAtAI/AAAAAAAAGes/fm2tBqxKlg4/s1600/050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665671473235276802" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QOqDk1tb-GE/TqCCL9hAtAI/AAAAAAAAGes/fm2tBqxKlg4/s400/050.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sBNRXjDFjhE/TqCCLomDz2I/AAAAAAAAGec/ZZQN1bTr0Ro/s1600/052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665671467619307362" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sBNRXjDFjhE/TqCCLomDz2I/AAAAAAAAGec/ZZQN1bTr0Ro/s400/052.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then we had to let the paint dry. This was perfect Popsicle time (especially because it was 100 degrees out there).&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ke0NrXOZmIQ/TqCAHyRxY1I/AAAAAAAAGeE/E1ueTj9VX3w/s1600/055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665669202475836242" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ke0NrXOZmIQ/TqCAHyRxY1I/AAAAAAAAGeE/E1ueTj9VX3w/s400/055.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then it was time for some fun... well, more fun, because really, painting the sidewalk was pretty fun. We sprayed vinegar on the dry paint and watched as it sizzled and fizzed. What a fun reaction. It's not the same effect as the volcano (which is the same reaction, just demonstrated differently), but it was still fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3FWiZC_hDVs/TqCAHt_zxWI/AAAAAAAAGd4/bvmH4SmEJxQ/s1600/061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665669201326753122" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3FWiZC_hDVs/TqCAHt_zxWI/AAAAAAAAGd4/bvmH4SmEJxQ/s400/061.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dTeojHr1bME/TqCAHDMYfbI/AAAAAAAAGds/s3MlNlXuNZ4/s1600/062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665669189836766642" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dTeojHr1bME/TqCAHDMYfbI/AAAAAAAAGds/s3MlNlXuNZ4/s400/062.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And the best part was that everyone got a chance at spraying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hkjIpRFh5YI/TqCAGyRLeZI/AAAAAAAAGdg/51O1NYe8_Fc/s1600/065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665669185293482386" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hkjIpRFh5YI/TqCAGyRLeZI/AAAAAAAAGdg/51O1NYe8_Fc/s400/065.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bhhWvQExSX4/TqCAGcwPSRI/AAAAAAAAGdU/RllAIPIwJz0/s1600/067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665669179518175506" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bhhWvQExSX4/TqCAGcwPSRI/AAAAAAAAGdU/RllAIPIwJz0/s400/067.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fun experiment! Fun times!&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/5854170160083894133-221893157264782929?l=bncsmithson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bncsmithson.blogspot.com/feeds/221893157264782929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5854170160083894133&amp;postID=221893157264782929' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854170160083894133/posts/default/221893157264782929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854170160083894133/posts/default/221893157264782929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bncsmithson.blogspot.com/2011/10/fizzy-sidewalk-paint.html' title='Fizzy Sidewalk Paint'/><author><name>Brandon and Camille Smithson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05243916756539978756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IyKrJv648_s/TTcvPE9C4tI/AAAAAAAAEIo/_sbSihh8IIk/S220/100_0008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-df0_Zk-ef-k/TqCCMmdC8qI/AAAAAAAAGe8/2rdS9grqqYU/s72-c/043.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5854170160083894133.post-5734749305439740467</id><published>2011-10-19T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T13:01:03.316-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby smithson'/><title type='text'>Pregnant Mama</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;My dear friend, Ms. Lybi, took some pictures of me nice and pregnant a few weeks ago. I just got them yesterday and thought I'd share them because she was mucho talented. I have to admit, having pictures taken of me... and me alone, is really weird. I feel awkward standing out there all by myself. But, this was a lot of fun. I think it's because Lybi is just so cool and we had fun chatting and joking. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uKwm1wCk9hM/Tp8qIDM2QeI/AAAAAAAAGdI/jGHoNQJrUOs/s1600/1_S.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 260px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665293174041887202" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uKwm1wCk9hM/Tp8qIDM2QeI/AAAAAAAAGdI/jGHoNQJrUOs/s400/1_S.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qmwMyUFn9cM/Tp8qH3IeZwI/AAAAAAAAGc8/fqK1q65g-Bo/s1600/2_S.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 291px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665293170802321154" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qmwMyUFn9cM/Tp8qH3IeZwI/AAAAAAAAGc8/fqK1q65g-Bo/s400/2_S.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, Melanie askes me today: "Mom, where is my baby brother?" I tell her "He is still in my tummy, silly". And she responds "Well, I want him out!" Too Cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ss-kfWxv6UM/Tp8qG_Ji8wI/AAAAAAAAGc0/x6J5iVzC4yU/s1600/3_S.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665293155774427906" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ss-kfWxv6UM/Tp8qG_Ji8wI/AAAAAAAAGc0/x6J5iVzC4yU/s400/3_S.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OiatQaHF6Pc/Tp8qGrJaQNI/AAAAAAAAGck/O6dAnt9-cSo/s1600/4_S.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665293150405148882" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OiatQaHF6Pc/Tp8qGrJaQNI/AAAAAAAAGck/O6dAnt9-cSo/s400/4_S.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Every time we drive pass the Banner Gateway hospital, Melanie informs me that is where her baby brother will be born. And then she asks me what his name is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-usxfb464_Jo/Tp8owX1Lm7I/AAAAAAAAGcc/wEvnrRa3IrU/s1600/6_S.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665291667751279538" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-usxfb464_Jo/Tp8owX1Lm7I/AAAAAAAAGcc/wEvnrRa3IrU/s400/6_S.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brandon says this one is his favorite. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5NZ0aalWE4k/Tp8ov9C0BiI/AAAAAAAAGcM/Sfue1AbdTEY/s1600/8_S.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665291660560696866" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5NZ0aalWE4k/Tp8ov9C0BiI/AAAAAAAAGcM/Sfue1AbdTEY/s400/8_S.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I think this one may be mine. Look how cool and relaxed I am... not something you see everyday... ha ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p3_i4Ahw_S4/Tp8ovgDWHCI/AAAAAAAAGcA/PXSjGInLGtA/s1600/10_S.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665291652778302498" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p3_i4Ahw_S4/Tp8ovgDWHCI/AAAAAAAAGcA/PXSjGInLGtA/s400/10_S.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After the pictures, I decided to put on my super woman cape and try the impossible. See, Lybi had some how got her car stuck on some rebar that was poking through the curb. She tried to back out, but it was just not happening for her. So, in crazy woman fashion, I tried to push her car off the rebar (while she was trying to reverse). It didn't work... but it sure makes for a good story. (Lybi, the slave driver). I'm joking, she is most definitely NOT a slave driver. Thank you Ms. Lybi, for the beautiful pictures (some not posted). I love them. &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/5854170160083894133-5734749305439740467?l=bncsmithson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bncsmithson.blogspot.com/feeds/5734749305439740467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5854170160083894133&amp;postID=5734749305439740467' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854170160083894133/posts/default/5734749305439740467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854170160083894133/posts/default/5734749305439740467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bncsmithson.blogspot.com/2011/10/pregnant-mama.html' title='Pregnant Mama'/><author><name>Brandon and Camille Smithson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05243916756539978756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IyKrJv648_s/TTcvPE9C4tI/AAAAAAAAEIo/_sbSihh8IIk/S220/100_0008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uKwm1wCk9hM/Tp8qIDM2QeI/AAAAAAAAGdI/jGHoNQJrUOs/s72-c/1_S.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5854170160083894133.post-7106888756661708836</id><published>2011-10-18T16:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T17:15:46.234-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Melanie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Noelle'/><title type='text'>Halloween Preview</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here is a little Halloween Preview. Last Saturday, I took the girls, in costume, to have their pictures taken by Ms. Ashley Nicoll (who is just amazing). She was doing a halloween mini photo session deal that was too good to pass up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here is Melanie getting ready:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rZQLl720hw4/Tp4VRRvQe8I/AAAAAAAAGb0/TvcyVVr5QQs/s1600/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664988767842237378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rZQLl720hw4/Tp4VRRvQe8I/AAAAAAAAGb0/TvcyVVr5QQs/s400/003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ITWOYFg-iGc/Tp4VQ4moT4I/AAAAAAAAGbo/4O_2UC9huzg/s1600/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664988761095163778" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ITWOYFg-iGc/Tp4VQ4moT4I/AAAAAAAAGbo/4O_2UC9huzg/s400/004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She fell in love with her "poofy" hair... can you blame her?&lt;br /&gt;Noelle got a little bit of makeup to go with her "pretties".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JaT18oFTulU/Tp4VQotgZlI/AAAAAAAAGbc/jxRLdh_FPNs/s1600/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664988756829038162" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JaT18oFTulU/Tp4VQotgZlI/AAAAAAAAGbc/jxRLdh_FPNs/s400/006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's a picture I took of them while they were waiting for their turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Aicbn5rLMIA/Tp4USYqsX5I/AAAAAAAAGbQ/cNp3fjRkLiE/s1600/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664987687370383250" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Aicbn5rLMIA/Tp4USYqsX5I/AAAAAAAAGbQ/cNp3fjRkLiE/s400/010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is another one I took. It's Noelle the cutest little Pinkalicious ever? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a7uK046f5BU/Tp4URWhmV3I/AAAAAAAAGbI/fwqXTutgDh4/s1600/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664987669615499122" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a7uK046f5BU/Tp4URWhmV3I/AAAAAAAAGbI/fwqXTutgDh4/s400/012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And here are the "real things". Ashley is just amazing. Seriously. And I had to pick 5. It was so incredibly hard. All the pictures were amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aIz5ILv2qPs/Tp4UQ-ZAhJI/AAAAAAAAGa4/ehBoOX-m0jE/s1600/SmithsonHall11_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664987663137014930" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aIz5ILv2qPs/Tp4UQ-ZAhJI/AAAAAAAAGa4/ehBoOX-m0jE/s400/SmithsonHall11_01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TNTOED8cjOA/Tp4Rh5KH_XI/AAAAAAAAGaw/SXFjquQBvGs/s1600/SmithsonHall11_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664984655255305586" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TNTOED8cjOA/Tp4Rh5KH_XI/AAAAAAAAGaw/SXFjquQBvGs/s400/SmithsonHall11_02.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love this next one, of my little Fancy Nancy reading a Fancy Nancy book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NsqJUUpkRHg/Tp4RhmxgxDI/AAAAAAAAGag/VoESFI0JRe8/s1600/SmithsonHall11_03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664984650320233522" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NsqJUUpkRHg/Tp4RhmxgxDI/AAAAAAAAGag/VoESFI0JRe8/s400/SmithsonHall11_03.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Noelle was really into her Pinkalicious book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0ooUY2Vfoxg/Tp4Q6N67OwI/AAAAAAAAGaU/zGT9eBq6HC8/s1600/SmithsonHall11_05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664983973633932034" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0ooUY2Vfoxg/Tp4Q6N67OwI/AAAAAAAAGaU/zGT9eBq6HC8/s400/SmithsonHall11_05.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I actually had to hold the book over Ashley's head to get her to look at the camera... but with this picture, it was worth it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BLaHSKSVB4w/Tp4Q51DYn1I/AAAAAAAAGaI/VU-jcTkWf2c/s1600/SmithsonHall11_06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664983966958526290" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BLaHSKSVB4w/Tp4Q51DYn1I/AAAAAAAAGaI/VU-jcTkWf2c/s400/SmithsonHall11_06.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a fun Halloween preview. Melanie and Noelle are even more excited about their costumes now. Can't wait to put them on them again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Halloween!&lt;/div&gt;&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&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5854170160083894133-7106888756661708836?l=bncsmithson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bncsmithson.blogspot.com/feeds/7106888756661708836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5854170160083894133&amp;postID=7106888756661708836' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854170160083894133/posts/default/7106888756661708836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854170160083894133/posts/default/7106888756661708836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bncsmithson.blogspot.com/2011/10/halloween-preview.html' title='Halloween Preview'/><author><name>Brandon and Camille Smithson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05243916756539978756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IyKrJv648_s/TTcvPE9C4tI/AAAAAAAAEIo/_sbSihh8IIk/S220/100_0008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rZQLl720hw4/Tp4VRRvQe8I/AAAAAAAAGb0/TvcyVVr5QQs/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5854170160083894133.post-440263094265475119</id><published>2011-10-15T19:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T20:42:59.160-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Melanie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cupcakes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Noelle'/><title type='text'>Pinkalicious</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today we did a little Pinkalicious reenactment. First, we read the book... great book, by the way. We LOVE pinkalicious. As we were reading the book, Noelle pretended to eat all the pink cupcakes off the pages. She was so funny. Her excitement over the cupcakes led us to making some of our own. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663916140143531458" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bifBRFSCVoo/TppFuILbVcI/AAAAAAAAGZM/dZzywW1g8H0/s400/020.JPG" /&gt; They had to be pink... and we had to decorate them with pink frosting and pink things. (They got to decorate their own.) &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663918117683379666" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w4DyHrDfdNg/TppHhPFqvdI/AAAAAAAAGZw/p0xv7TkqhbE/s400/025.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663930091226649298" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hRVP-QwqEaI/TppSaMA10tI/AAAAAAAAGZ8/fvbMOv99CyQ/s400/030.JPG" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then... something happened. Everyone turned PINK!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663917617072076322" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cOnZdX-u-gw/TppHEGKodiI/AAAAAAAAGZg/0qAU8C6v9kE/s400/Pink%2BNoelle%2Bwith%2BCupcake.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663917618280785986" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8c87rvrdx8w/TppHEKqz6EI/AAAAAAAAGZY/m_PI1KJd3gA/s400/pink%2Bmelanie%2Bwith%2Bcupcake.jpg" /&gt; Oh No!!! We tried to wash it off... but it just didn't work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Rj1wFwvpHvo/TppBk4nM7WI/AAAAAAAAGYo/P5WF0zIhL80/s1600/pink%2BNoelle%2Bin%2Bbath.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663911583299726690" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Rj1wFwvpHvo/TppBk4nM7WI/AAAAAAAAGYo/P5WF0zIhL80/s400/pink%2BNoelle%2Bin%2Bbath.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B3n52v_UrCA/TppBkUPGxHI/AAAAAAAAGYg/R7V7i6PBYRw/s1600/pink%2BMelanie%2Bin%2Bbath.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663911573534983282" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B3n52v_UrCA/TppBkUPGxHI/AAAAAAAAGYg/R7V7i6PBYRw/s400/pink%2BMelanie%2Bin%2Bbath.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eating our greens seemed to do the trick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RIxLY-zadEk/TppBkZJ-bvI/AAAAAAAAGYM/GyFzMUVew_k/s1600/023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663911574855642866" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RIxLY-zadEk/TppBkZJ-bvI/AAAAAAAAGYM/GyFzMUVew_k/s400/023.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dmd-ozz_54k/TppBkPjeJhI/AAAAAAAAGYE/a3k3H7yAvGg/s1600/024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663911572278224402" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dmd-ozz_54k/TppBkPjeJhI/AAAAAAAAGYE/a3k3H7yAvGg/s400/024.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well, in reality... we ate the greens first, to PREVENT us from turning pink... and it seemed to work... but it was funny to think of what could have been.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/5854170160083894133-440263094265475119?l=bncsmithson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bncsmithson.blogspot.com/feeds/440263094265475119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5854170160083894133&amp;postID=440263094265475119' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854170160083894133/posts/default/440263094265475119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854170160083894133/posts/default/440263094265475119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bncsmithson.blogspot.com/2011/10/pinkalicious.html' title='Pinkalicious'/><author><name>Brandon and Camille Smithson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05243916756539978756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IyKrJv648_s/TTcvPE9C4tI/AAAAAAAAEIo/_sbSihh8IIk/S220/100_0008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bifBRFSCVoo/TppFuILbVcI/AAAAAAAAGZM/dZzywW1g8H0/s72-c/020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5854170160083894133.post-8880025951243757724</id><published>2011-10-15T12:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T14:03:51.085-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pumpkin patch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family fun'/><title type='text'>Mother Nature Farms</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's a tradition I just can't pass up... Mother Nature Farms! This is the 3rd year in a row that I have gone with my girls (the first year Noelle came in tummy) and I just love this little tradition. It makes fall feel like fall... even if it is over 100 degrees outside. This particular trip was extra fun because we met some friends at the farm. Jennifer, Aidan, Trae and Chloe were able to make it to our side of town and join us for this fun adventure.&lt;br /&gt;When we got there, we let the kiddos bounce off a little of their extra energy. They really enjoyed the bounce house (though I suspect that Noelle's favorite part was going in and out of the door).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663814272065709458" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PGqdGY-lu58/TpnpEoBDpZI/AAAAAAAAGXs/YoswyCVGhA4/s400/006.JPG" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Then we checked out the farm animals. Mother Nature Farms lets you feed their goats, sheep, and (every one's favorite) cow. The kids had a lot of fun feeding these animals. Noelle was little hesitant at first and I had to show her how it was done...&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663812598018669442" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WRVYXQklFnk/TpnnjLtI-4I/AAAAAAAAGXM/yiKQDr-A06w/s400/305731_2023757194136_1250162485_1833051_417868908_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But in no time, she was completely fearless and feeding those animals like a pro. This was an interesting twist because she is usually a little more fearful of animals. Perhaps it was the fence that made her more comfortable. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663812584509559666" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-88sXgur8Qjs/TpnniZYUU3I/AAAAAAAAGXE/ykbZtXH7klM/s400/009.JPG" /&gt; This is a good shot of all 5 of the kids feeding the animals (well... good being that they are all in it. There is no chance I was going to get them to all turn and smile at me.)&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fKd4rKakf40/Tpnnh9VRj0I/AAAAAAAAGW4/hC-gFUjYBmQ/s1600/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663812576980602690" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fKd4rKakf40/Tpnnh9VRj0I/AAAAAAAAGW4/hC-gFUjYBmQ/s400/010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663812551053823394" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7Jf9L1ayyf8/Tpnngcv2TaI/AAAAAAAAGWs/CzoxDGqOwsQ/s400/013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663812540547041698" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2yijJIt3rl8/Tpnnf1m1iaI/AAAAAAAAGWg/TBEGrXKhlTE/s400/017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Noelle liked showing Chloe the ropes. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663811292160693794" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BuF6sfSWIjE/TpnmXLAVliI/AAAAAAAAGWQ/tZs8JtMA3tc/s400/024.JPG" /&gt; At some point, Melanie decided it was all too much for her, and she needed to lay down. (I think she is going throw a growth spurt or something because she has been laying around like this quite a bit lately.) Thanks, Ms. Jen, for bringing a wagon to let her lay in. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663811273641479298" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D-5r6JOxDUo/TpnmWGBAzII/AAAAAAAAGWE/cyih7lJXZS4/s400/297786_2023758314164_1250162485_1833054_1323752757_n.jpg" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is a fun shot of the 4 "big kids" in the wagon. If I thought it through, I'd get Noelle in that picture too, but alas... I did not. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663811266408591186" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_HIMqGdCT_M/TpnmVrEjr1I/AAAAAAAAGV4/30UheBB_aE8/s400/293552_2023762314264_1250162485_1833071_1471018595_n.jpg" /&gt; But she was still cute "rockin'" her own ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663811261299507346" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bbeLbNvgPEc/TpnmVYCdQJI/AAAAAAAAGVs/OMdFcbPClU4/s400/028.JPG" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All five animals, I mean children. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663811251159914962" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_dt1asb7FnI/TpnmUyQ_WdI/AAAAAAAAGVg/hQO191lNsBk/s400/302661_2023763674298_1250162485_1833081_783873573_n.jpg" /&gt; Next, we decorated pumpkins. Noelle and Chloe enjoyed picking out pumpkins. They would pick them out, put them on the table, and run back to do it again... and again... and again... It made me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663810338507378482" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qEf1mRhkoYU/TpnlfqXqzzI/AAAAAAAAGVU/EyKiPjlybiY/s400/029.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663810319992436578" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kAe_ZpMGzfg/TpnlelZXN2I/AAAAAAAAGVM/lK4kb9qP-go/s400/032.JPG" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I finally caught them and convinced them to decorate the pumpkins the had first picked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663810315387535042" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NBhRVP4T0uc/TpnleUPd_sI/AAAAAAAAGU8/eahQvUe7acY/s400/037.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663810309684045938" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RRQSxbsXu2o/Tpnld-_pqHI/AAAAAAAAGUw/WjFOTGCNEbI/s400/038.JPG" /&gt; It was a good team building exercise. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663810302914874466" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SpaTRyB9AGQ/TpnldlxwTGI/AAAAAAAAGUk/2QxcouXrRmk/s400/039.JPG" /&gt; The pumpkins turned out great! Melanie's was definitely a princess pumpkin with that crown on top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663809221710261186" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LvHErW1yQZ0/Tpnkep-fK8I/AAAAAAAAGUY/D8PJPwUn54g/s400/040.JPG" /&gt; Trae was probably the most excited about his upon completion (and can you blame him?)&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663809210770432610" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HflGotWkM5A/TpnkeBOOomI/AAAAAAAAGUI/NRPQl-tozKE/s400/042.JPG" /&gt; Nice pumpkin, Aidan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663809201613917554" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VzliZ7KOvfU/TpnkdfHJTXI/AAAAAAAAGT8/da7v6VKrCM0/s400/044.JPG" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Noelle liked showing hers off too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663809191410984530" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oEXR3lG-Duk/Tpnkc5Gk5lI/AAAAAAAAGTw/zhV8CkUClnc/s400/045.JPG" /&gt; Then it was time for a maze. The boys ran ahead... leaving Noelle to be the girls fearless leader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663809180932786498" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bFx3B0dMTcE/TpnkcSEYSUI/AAAAAAAAGTk/bEjVEvAtirI/s400/048.JPG" /&gt; But... eventually Noelle lead us into a bit of a pickle (It's okay Noelle... you aren't quite tall enough to see all the options.) &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663808043636472546" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vD1oB7t09Uw/TpnjaFTzuuI/AAAAAAAAGTM/kG2e51kqPJ8/s400/298406_2023767074383_1250162485_1833087_553411291_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663808034522266514" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d40fXv4DpAA/TpnjZjWz-5I/AAAAAAAAGTE/CRMUQ7CnVIM/s400/303028_2023767514394_1250162485_1833088_429768519_n.jpg" /&gt; Finally, we found our way out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663808032051529906" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HLHcVLfChKQ/TpnjZaJviLI/AAAAAAAAGS0/eMqR-pA31Js/s400/052.JPG" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then it was lunch and off to the pumpkin patch for some fall pictures. (We didn't pick out any pumpkins because we have another tradition to pick out the pumpkins as a family. We will do this once it is a little closer to Halloween). I love pictures with pumpkins in them though. It gives off the illusion that it is nice and cool outside (when the reality is... it was really 100 degrees that day and I was a mean mom for putting everyone in pants. I was thinking "protect the legs from itchy straw" and not "it's too out, lets not over heat our kids". Next time, perhaps I'll pick shorts and bring towels to sit on? or maybe just pick a cooler day?) &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663806892377356946" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zQHUMHhty8U/TpniXEiPupI/AAAAAAAAGSQ/Vy5gn8vBijE/s400/063.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663806890354498706" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ABJf8SE84NI/TpniW8_9XJI/AAAAAAAAGSE/DakQ94qUvQ8/s400/308864_2023772834527_1250162485_1833113_567153928_n.jpg" /&gt; And my favorite... the pictures against the measuring pumpkin. I can't believe how big both my girls have grown in the last year. Can it slow down?&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2EYlgdLA5Mg/TpnhhraJ9jI/AAAAAAAAGRo/Xep7jPFEWaQ/s1600/068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663820479034487042" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wFJSe7pdaF4/Tpnut6xu8QI/AAAAAAAAGX4/7INXHP6NpQk/s400/061.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663805975099471410" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2EYlgdLA5Mg/TpnhhraJ9jI/AAAAAAAAGRo/Xep7jPFEWaQ/s400/068.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d3-C8stBdOk/TpnhhCUEzAI/AAAAAAAAGRg/rjTmqD63rYU/s1600/069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663805964068113410" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d3-C8stBdOk/TpnhhCUEzAI/AAAAAAAAGRg/rjTmqD63rYU/s400/069.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0z3Q_atpQ6s/Tpnhg4NUDmI/AAAAAAAAGRU/30P_s8bOo7c/s1600/072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663805961355398754" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0z3Q_atpQ6s/Tpnhg4NUDmI/AAAAAAAAGRU/30P_s8bOo7c/s400/072.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Happy Fall!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/5854170160083894133-8880025951243757724?l=bncsmithson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bncsmithson.blogspot.com/feeds/8880025951243757724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5854170160083894133&amp;postID=8880025951243757724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854170160083894133/posts/default/8880025951243757724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854170160083894133/posts/default/8880025951243757724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bncsmithson.blogspot.com/2011/10/mother-nature-farms.html' title='Mother Nature Farms'/><author><name>Brandon and Camille Smithson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05243916756539978756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IyKrJv648_s/TTcvPE9C4tI/AAAAAAAAEIo/_sbSihh8IIk/S220/100_0008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PGqdGY-lu58/TpnpEoBDpZI/AAAAAAAAGXs/YoswyCVGhA4/s72-c/006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5854170160083894133.post-1243905683744732590</id><published>2011-10-10T20:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T21:39:16.119-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family fun'/><title type='text'>Christopher Columbus Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's Columbus Day, and also the first day of "Fall Break". When I was a kid, there was no such thing as "Fall Break", and we celebrated Columbus Day at school with a lot of fun activities (mostly in General Music). So, I decided we needed to have a fun "exploring" day to celebrate at home. To start, we had to make telescopes. (All explores have to have telescopes). I let the girls pick the color, and apparently they both have the same favorite color... RED!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K3IuyLyf-W8/TpPEdhNH9OI/AAAAAAAAGRI/WhcP7puJofw/s1600/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662085167943513314" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K3IuyLyf-W8/TpPEdhNH9OI/AAAAAAAAGRI/WhcP7puJofw/s400/001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-npLGMbM4rSA/TpPEcioJphI/AAAAAAAAGRA/qJxcc_oQao0/s1600/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662085151145436690" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-npLGMbM4rSA/TpPEcioJphI/AAAAAAAAGRA/qJxcc_oQao0/s400/004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Noelle got anxious and tried her telescope out early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uAfUSMNN5tU/TpPEcGLAnaI/AAAAAAAAGQs/aAFGO6JA_8c/s1600/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662085143507017122" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uAfUSMNN5tU/TpPEcGLAnaI/AAAAAAAAGQs/aAFGO6JA_8c/s400/005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After they dried, we decorated them with stickers (not standard operation for explorers, but &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;definitely added to the fun factor).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SQM9dOBcTm4/TpPEcIc_1KI/AAAAAAAAGQk/dTGr1sVYajg/s1600/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662085144119334050" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SQM9dOBcTm4/TpPEcIc_1KI/AAAAAAAAGQk/dTGr1sVYajg/s400/009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tc9vMZtYaxw/TpPDOXNn1tI/AAAAAAAAGQY/jGtgO93NBPs/s1600/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662083808051582674" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tc9vMZtYaxw/TpPDOXNn1tI/AAAAAAAAGQY/jGtgO93NBPs/s400/010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then it was time to go exploring. Since we have already determined that the world was round (thanks to Christopher Columbus)... and the Americas were already discovered (thanks to Christopher Columbus)... we decided to explore the back yard and look for treasure. (This took a little prep work)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VyGMUQjGJmo/TpPDN3CyZMI/AAAAAAAAGQM/A84AG33aGCc/s1600/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662083799416202434" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VyGMUQjGJmo/TpPDN3CyZMI/AAAAAAAAGQM/A84AG33aGCc/s400/011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Did you know that it is important for explores to where hats and boots? I didn't until today. Thank goodness I have smart girls to set me straight. Here they are, all ready to explore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eCiilfs8n2E/TpPDNEeWaaI/AAAAAAAAGQA/tAvehIC49Us/s1600/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662083785841600930" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eCiilfs8n2E/TpPDNEeWaaI/AAAAAAAAGQA/tAvehIC49Us/s400/013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Marching around the Samurai...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DqtxVO77MYM/TpPDM-0DwNI/AAAAAAAAGP0/Zlebr_2q8tI/s1600/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662083784322040018" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DqtxVO77MYM/TpPDM-0DwNI/AAAAAAAAGP0/Zlebr_2q8tI/s400/014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Over the bridge and down the slide...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5Hrvm1QCedI/TpPAFJJkkNI/AAAAAAAAGPs/9E0Hq1lYGLk/s1600/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662080351122788562" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5Hrvm1QCedI/TpPAFJJkkNI/AAAAAAAAGPs/9E0Hq1lYGLk/s400/016.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Tg_FX_CTYsw/TpPAEswo8sI/AAAAAAAAGPc/Gf9NyN-O63g/s1600/017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662080343502025410" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Tg_FX_CTYsw/TpPAEswo8sI/AAAAAAAAGPc/Gf9NyN-O63g/s400/017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Through the tire...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lKrk2NJbLcc/TpPAEPPBV-I/AAAAAAAAGPQ/vFnRrymbRpw/s1600/019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662080335576389602" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lKrk2NJbLcc/TpPAEPPBV-I/AAAAAAAAGPQ/vFnRrymbRpw/s400/019.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And the tunnels...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OCtgyvqEZaA/TpPAD6opIqI/AAAAAAAAGPE/vc_wt6HfR5U/s1600/020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662080330046710434" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OCtgyvqEZaA/TpPAD6opIqI/AAAAAAAAGPE/vc_wt6HfR5U/s400/020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And over in the "bear cave"... they found the treasure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GO9ES4N6sw4/TpO_PER-R4I/AAAAAAAAGO4/xlNq4XVaSo8/s1600/022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662079422102914946" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GO9ES4N6sw4/TpO_PER-R4I/AAAAAAAAGO4/xlNq4XVaSo8/s400/022.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Time to see what's inside...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cyJcbFX4mnY/TpO_OtSUkgI/AAAAAAAAGOs/Ze0rlAsjXkM/s1600/023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662079415930360322" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cyJcbFX4mnY/TpO_OtSUkgI/AAAAAAAAGOs/Ze0rlAsjXkM/s400/023.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Snacks! Which are fun to enjoy outside in the beautiful weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N8khb3ziTQY/TpO_OCnyCXI/AAAAAAAAGOg/N1dX_brZ4HM/s1600/025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662079404477647218" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N8khb3ziTQY/TpO_OCnyCXI/AAAAAAAAGOg/N1dX_brZ4HM/s400/025.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BF-ckrtQ38A/TpO_N9yIORI/AAAAAAAAGOU/TwZKy55dCLQ/s1600/026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662079403178866962" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BF-ckrtQ38A/TpO_N9yIORI/AAAAAAAAGOU/TwZKy55dCLQ/s400/026.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Especially with an exploring buddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xGVgLybqcrg/TpO94lS8vUI/AAAAAAAAGOI/MoLlcJj6ufY/s1600/035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662077936316759362" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xGVgLybqcrg/TpO94lS8vUI/AAAAAAAAGOI/MoLlcJj6ufY/s400/035.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As a family, after dinner, we had some more Christopher Columbus fun. Since he traveled here by sea, I decided to make some ice boats and have boat races. It turned into "bumper boats", but was just as fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-obrDs57S434/TpO94Ph7auI/AAAAAAAAGN8/d6I-1GlbtNI/s1600/048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662077930474007266" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-obrDs57S434/TpO94Ph7auI/AAAAAAAAGN8/d6I-1GlbtNI/s400/048.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Hz5xqJYxEyE/TpO93RVT-WI/AAAAAAAAGNw/8GrCDaxthzU/s1600/053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662077913778092386" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Hz5xqJYxEyE/TpO93RVT-WI/AAAAAAAAGNw/8GrCDaxthzU/s400/053.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0_Z67eLkTqY/TpO920oEPHI/AAAAAAAAGNk/9yyMZeqDaLk/s1600/058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662077906072124530" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0_Z67eLkTqY/TpO920oEPHI/AAAAAAAAGNk/9yyMZeqDaLk/s400/058.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then we had another treasure hunt, this time with Daddy (who, in my opinion, resembles Gilligan in his very important, necessary, exploration hat). They had their telescopes ready, hats on, boots on... and treasure map in hand. Time to find something good!&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q7Z8_HQjpA0/TpO7599NSjI/AAAAAAAAGNY/gi5pjOJutBI/s1600/060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662075761093069362" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q7Z8_HQjpA0/TpO7599NSjI/AAAAAAAAGNY/gi5pjOJutBI/s400/060.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Do you see anything, Brandon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iT7gD32DeyM/TpO75Jt275I/AAAAAAAAGNM/0NQrpXaup1A/s1600/062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662075747070046098" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iT7gD32DeyM/TpO75Jt275I/AAAAAAAAGNM/0NQrpXaup1A/s400/062.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The map took them all over the house, and into almost every room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uwQHYfG1Njc/TpO74sASJyI/AAAAAAAAGNA/Di29owPDayU/s1600/063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662075739094263586" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uwQHYfG1Njc/TpO74sASJyI/AAAAAAAAGNA/Di29owPDayU/s400/063.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Even over mom and dad's bed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DfKqLwYuafU/TpO74Qhf_fI/AAAAAAAAGM0/j8etA9yKcuI/s1600/064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662075731717389810" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DfKqLwYuafU/TpO74Qhf_fI/AAAAAAAAGM0/j8etA9yKcuI/s400/064.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Eventually it took them into Noelle's room... and it was so close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-14ZM3ejANTI/TpO7BW42PuI/AAAAAAAAGMk/X3YX0wyOWlQ/s1600/067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662074788533124834" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-14ZM3ejANTI/TpO7BW42PuI/AAAAAAAAGMk/X3YX0wyOWlQ/s400/067.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; oh Look!!! Treasure!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U4BP46wsJmc/TpO7AxHyBII/AAAAAAAAGMY/FHHv5VT1zHE/s1600/070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662074778395214978" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U4BP46wsJmc/TpO7AxHyBII/AAAAAAAAGMY/FHHv5VT1zHE/s400/070.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And what a yummy treasure it was!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Tz1y-5SJ4W4/TpO6_44KbqI/AAAAAAAAGMQ/-oKWmqt79rw/s1600/071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662074763297320610" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Tz1y-5SJ4W4/TpO6_44KbqI/AAAAAAAAGMQ/-oKWmqt79rw/s400/071.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DHd3k0NpLqE/TpO6_s0lG8I/AAAAAAAAGMA/NhIbg-Bd5lw/s1600/072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662074760061066178" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DHd3k0NpLqE/TpO6_s0lG8I/AAAAAAAAGMA/NhIbg-Bd5lw/s400/072.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In between all these adventures, I told Melanie a little about Christopher Columbus's adventure. She loved hearing the story and had me repeat it several times. I hope the day was memorable for both my girls. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Christopher Columbus Day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/5854170160083894133-1243905683744732590?l=bncsmithson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bncsmithson.blogspot.com/feeds/1243905683744732590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5854170160083894133&amp;postID=1243905683744732590' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854170160083894133/posts/default/1243905683744732590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854170160083894133/posts/default/1243905683744732590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bncsmithson.blogspot.com/2011/10/christopher-columbus-day.html' title='Christopher Columbus Day'/><author><name>Brandon and Camille Smithson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05243916756539978756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IyKrJv648_s/TTcvPE9C4tI/AAAAAAAAEIo/_sbSihh8IIk/S220/100_0008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K3IuyLyf-W8/TpPEdhNH9OI/AAAAAAAAGRI/WhcP7puJofw/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5854170160083894133.post-2232750190419344739</id><published>2011-10-08T08:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T15:17:51.041-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family fun'/><title type='text'>Badges of Fun: Badge 4, Family Fun Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XagmOBhDyOY/TpGnuJj4xQI/AAAAAAAAGL4/ywL0eJY2FJ4/s1600/Badge%2B4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 159px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661490617863685378" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XagmOBhDyOY/TpGnuJj4xQI/AAAAAAAAGL4/ywL0eJY2FJ4/s400/Badge%2B4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Friday Night we got our 4th Badge of Fun! We had a family fun night that was definitely one for the books. First we had dinner, then we made some "spooky cookies" (Brandon bought some special cookie dough that had pictures in them. I had never seen them before, so it was different for us). I love this first picture because you can tell how excited Noelle was.... so excited her little foot made it onto the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KSyebInKVSw/TpGmTinvx2I/AAAAAAAAGLw/BqahsWNZhFU/s1600/059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661489061222664034" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KSyebInKVSw/TpGmTinvx2I/AAAAAAAAGLw/BqahsWNZhFU/s400/059.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sho5O-P15s8/TpGmTZPI_VI/AAAAAAAAGLo/k7MhpHWWa5U/s1600/061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661489058703539538" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sho5O-P15s8/TpGmTZPI_VI/AAAAAAAAGLo/k7MhpHWWa5U/s400/061.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; While the cookies were baking, we started a family art project. Each member of the family got a picture to decorate and a lot of different decorating supplies (markers, google eyes, yarn, stickers, paper, etc.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IcScf2HFNVE/TpGjqg8hKGI/AAAAAAAAGLg/oC2lwnRfzpE/s1600/067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661486157375023202" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IcScf2HFNVE/TpGjqg8hKGI/AAAAAAAAGLg/oC2lwnRfzpE/s400/067.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FW5kTetc9V4/TpBroFJSZXI/AAAAAAAAGKw/XVUXYgNWxUc/s1600/069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661143067924784498" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FW5kTetc9V4/TpBroFJSZXI/AAAAAAAAGKw/XVUXYgNWxUc/s400/069.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sgnJbB--1zo/TpBrn5oIU6I/AAAAAAAAGKo/gJncvZ1Sx78/s1600/070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661143064832922530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sgnJbB--1zo/TpBrn5oIU6I/AAAAAAAAGKo/gJncvZ1Sx78/s400/070.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And here they are! Mom decorated a picture of Melanie and Noelle that turned out extra silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ve80GbVd8e8/TpBnfVpa69I/AAAAAAAAGJ4/aNgjdRVm-TE/s1600/073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661138519689194450" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ve80GbVd8e8/TpBnfVpa69I/AAAAAAAAGJ4/aNgjdRVm-TE/s400/073.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Melanie's self portrait was spooky. Just look at those eyes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J7PEBCbQ8xM/TpBnfLvi5DI/AAAAAAAAGJw/6EYEunjQ1SI/s1600/074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661138517030528050" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J7PEBCbQ8xM/TpBnfLvi5DI/AAAAAAAAGJw/6EYEunjQ1SI/s400/074.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Noelle was proud of her family picture... we are a family of red monsters!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7fRsogHfOcc/TpBne89YmoI/AAAAAAAAGJo/UHitpY_6F8A/s1600/075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661138513062042242" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7fRsogHfOcc/TpBne89YmoI/AAAAAAAAGJo/UHitpY_6F8A/s400/075.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And... well, dad, all I can say about this one is "wow!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TBdvwtfNopM/TpBnepcGsTI/AAAAAAAAGJg/5Nto_m04E6E/s1600/077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661138507822182706" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TBdvwtfNopM/TpBnepcGsTI/AAAAAAAAGJg/5Nto_m04E6E/s400/077.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After the art project, we ate cookies and played games. Then it was off to bed. Fun night for sure!&lt;/div&gt;&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/5854170160083894133-2232750190419344739?l=bncsmithson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bncsmithson.blogspot.com/feeds/2232750190419344739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5854170160083894133&amp;postID=2232750190419344739' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854170160083894133/posts/default/2232750190419344739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854170160083894133/posts/default/2232750190419344739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bncsmithson.blogspot.com/2011/10/badges-of-fun-badge-4-family-fun-night.html' title='Badges of Fun: Badge 4, Family Fun Night'/><author><name>Brandon and Camille Smithson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05243916756539978756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IyKrJv648_s/TTcvPE9C4tI/AAAAAAAAEIo/_sbSihh8IIk/S220/100_0008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XagmOBhDyOY/TpGnuJj4xQI/AAAAAAAAGL4/ywL0eJY2FJ4/s72-c/Badge%2B4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5854170160083894133.post-6776806048925766696</id><published>2011-10-07T12:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T13:05:04.472-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Garden'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family fun'/><title type='text'>Flowers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was going through my pictures to print some out for a family activity tonight, and found these pictures, taken on Saturday. They were so cute, I couldn't believe I missed them before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Saturday was General Conference... but between sessions, it was a family gardening day. This time, we planted flowers (something we haven't done in quite some time). The girls were so excited, and such great helpers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QaQkIjtMIZY/To9ZL0D2lFI/AAAAAAAAGJY/KOAJXtamQXg/s1600/045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660841316116239442" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QaQkIjtMIZY/To9ZL0D2lFI/AAAAAAAAGJY/KOAJXtamQXg/s400/045.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z5AUXwdr11M/To9ZLXv4bhI/AAAAAAAAGJQ/qJ1mPcuVFvA/s1600/048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660841308516281874" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z5AUXwdr11M/To9ZLXv4bhI/AAAAAAAAGJQ/qJ1mPcuVFvA/s400/048.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's nice to have something pretty growing in our backyard again (though I am sad that we had to get rid of a few of my favorite plants... but they were getting old and starting to die, so I understand).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oxHjPjbaFWk/To9ZLDgTd8I/AAAAAAAAGJI/ltaUysLh0BI/s1600/066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660841303082235842" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oxHjPjbaFWk/To9ZLDgTd8I/AAAAAAAAGJI/ltaUysLh0BI/s400/066.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love this picture of Melanie and Noelle working as a team to water the flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JdAsoeEI0_U/To9YM8Yal2I/AAAAAAAAGJA/FAq1ehDn2EY/s1600/050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660840236018210658" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JdAsoeEI0_U/To9YM8Yal2I/AAAAAAAAGJA/FAq1ehDn2EY/s400/050.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Eventually, daddy started watering the daughters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kmxmG7jHazs/To9YMj1m6hI/AAAAAAAAGI4/6u39ytIldUo/s1600/057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660840229429766674" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kmxmG7jHazs/To9YMj1m6hI/AAAAAAAAGI4/6u39ytIldUo/s400/057.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pLgo4WPl5HQ/To9YMfGLW1I/AAAAAAAAGIw/V-JCjgmXdi0/s1600/060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660840228157086546" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pLgo4WPl5HQ/To9YMfGLW1I/AAAAAAAAGIw/V-JCjgmXdi0/s400/060.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MCsDUiTtRMM/To9YLx2E8pI/AAAAAAAAGIo/oGMwbadZ4Oo/s1600/061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660840216009962130" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MCsDUiTtRMM/To9YLx2E8pI/AAAAAAAAGIo/oGMwbadZ4Oo/s400/061.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-su2mW1oI9Wk/To9YLq0zXRI/AAAAAAAAGIg/JHXaqmccPb0/s1600/062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660840214125567250" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-su2mW1oI9Wk/To9YLq0zXRI/AAAAAAAAGIg/JHXaqmccPb0/s400/062.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was definitely fun. In case you are wondering, I did help with this project... there is just a lack of proof. Actually, sometimes I think there is a lack of proof of my existence because there just isn't any pictures of me at any of these activities... I'm working on my husband with this. We'll see. :)&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/5854170160083894133-6776806048925766696?l=bncsmithson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bncsmithson.blogspot.com/feeds/6776806048925766696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5854170160083894133&amp;postID=6776806048925766696' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854170160083894133/posts/default/6776806048925766696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854170160083894133/posts/default/6776806048925766696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bncsmithson.blogspot.com/2011/10/flowers.html' title='Flowers'/><author><name>Brandon and Camille Smithson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05243916756539978756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IyKrJv648_s/TTcvPE9C4tI/AAAAAAAAEIo/_sbSihh8IIk/S220/100_0008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QaQkIjtMIZY/To9ZL0D2lFI/AAAAAAAAGJY/KOAJXtamQXg/s72-c/045.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5854170160083894133.post-1210000268702905240</id><published>2011-10-06T12:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T13:21:10.618-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Melanie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Noelle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art projects'/><title type='text'>A Little Change...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We've had a little change around here... Beautiful weather! And it's definitely a welcome change. I love when it finally cools down and we can go outside to play! The Smithson clan definitely knows how to have fun outside, so we have taken full advantage of it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yesterday we met cousins Liz, Morgan, and Ethan at the park. (Can you believe that? The park!!! We haven't been able to play at a park since Early May without burning ourselves. Can you tell I'm excited!?!) The park was beautiful... and ironically, very empty. I don't know why the whole world wasn't enjoying the park. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bfUdBwL-k6Q/To4J3prVwAI/AAAAAAAAGIY/0BNCIZQOR5M/s1600/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660472633336381442" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bfUdBwL-k6Q/To4J3prVwAI/AAAAAAAAGIY/0BNCIZQOR5M/s400/005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Noelle was in heaven exploring the park. I love the Falcon Field Park (aka the "airplane park") because it's away from the main road and any traffic, so the kids really can explore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YU0u8ZXNTwY/To4J3VJHEOI/AAAAAAAAGIQ/8KYTlNU7TK8/s1600/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660472627824103650" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YU0u8ZXNTwY/To4J3VJHEOI/AAAAAAAAGIQ/8KYTlNU7TK8/s400/006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Melanie and Morgan enjoyed being the "big kids on the play ground" and doing all sorts of big kid things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hUq79nOXXPk/To4J2zchcmI/AAAAAAAAGII/KbNZGk7XJcY/s1600/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660472618778718818" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hUq79nOXXPk/To4J2zchcmI/AAAAAAAAGII/KbNZGk7XJcY/s400/016.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lV-OTQ3HulU/To4J2nbsXvI/AAAAAAAAGIA/MHZOPqyqwgw/s1600/017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660472615554014962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lV-OTQ3HulU/To4J2nbsXvI/AAAAAAAAGIA/MHZOPqyqwgw/s400/017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was just the ideal park day. Perfect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uqJHeS3VcDw/To4J2Zi68oI/AAAAAAAAGH4/I7zdmwk1aVw/s1600/019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660472611826233986" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uqJHeS3VcDw/To4J2Zi68oI/AAAAAAAAGH4/I7zdmwk1aVw/s400/019.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ekR8zDOAeyA/To4Ir9Ud6AI/AAAAAAAAGHw/EvrlBqmwBII/s1600/020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660471332939098114" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ekR8zDOAeyA/To4Ir9Ud6AI/AAAAAAAAGHw/EvrlBqmwBII/s400/020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cINHXMC9N5U/To4IrZeSuvI/AAAAAAAAGHo/5e8jkeEHo9A/s1600/021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660471323316632306" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cINHXMC9N5U/To4IrZeSuvI/AAAAAAAAGHo/5e8jkeEHo9A/s400/021.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; If yesterday wasn't perfect enough, this morning is was... RAINING!!! After breakfast, my girls put on some warmer clothing and headed out back! (Noelle doesn't have any long sleeve shirts or a jacket, so I put one of Melanie's long sleeved shirts on over her shirt to act as a jacket. I think it worked).&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PWZfEeT3pZg/To4IrCiQe6I/AAAAAAAAGHg/modfcusg2Q0/s1600/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660471317159246754" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PWZfEeT3pZg/To4IrCiQe6I/AAAAAAAAGHg/modfcusg2Q0/s400/001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It didn't rain for long, but it was still perfectly wet enough for all Melanie and Noelle's playing needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0IetstwlsF4/To4IqhFIOnI/AAAAAAAAGHY/JEqLToLGygY/s1600/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660471308178700914" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0IetstwlsF4/To4IqhFIOnI/AAAAAAAAGHY/JEqLToLGygY/s400/002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love this. Melanie was trying to make foot prints from the water puddles. She was so busy looking at the camera, she ended up walking into a chair (but no worries, she wasn't hurt). We had a good laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DElervxdETU/To4Iqdy55oI/AAAAAAAAGHQ/3CDQVLsEsCM/s1600/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660471307296958082" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DElervxdETU/To4Iqdy55oI/AAAAAAAAGHQ/3CDQVLsEsCM/s400/006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Artistic Noelle was enjoying some water painting fun on daddy's gate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8bEB3leAkTU/To4GB2IJR-I/AAAAAAAAGHI/HGcbXkHRyqI/s1600/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660468410430605282" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8bEB3leAkTU/To4GB2IJR-I/AAAAAAAAGHI/HGcbXkHRyqI/s400/007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And some sidewalk chalk art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-99wpZeMEnDU/To4GBo-hsBI/AAAAAAAAGHA/X7kk9Y8eMR8/s1600/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660468406900600850" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-99wpZeMEnDU/To4GBo-hsBI/AAAAAAAAGHA/X7kk9Y8eMR8/s400/011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Noelle and Melanie together were torturing the poor garden gnome. He WAS clean, prior to the torturing... Melanie insisted that he needed a mud bath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_Ubuam5Jg88/To4GBEE8W9I/AAAAAAAAGG4/t0gAL4HrUkM/s1600/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660468396995402706" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_Ubuam5Jg88/To4GBEE8W9I/AAAAAAAAGG4/t0gAL4HrUkM/s400/012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Eventually we decided it was a good time for an art project, but it was beautiful outback that we couldn't pull ourselves away. So we brought the craft outback.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uD8nDoN0p1w/To4GA_n1ljI/AAAAAAAAGGw/96uDO58Wv7I/s1600/017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660468395799582258" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uD8nDoN0p1w/To4GA_n1ljI/AAAAAAAAGGw/96uDO58Wv7I/s400/017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l2q8xPu9pmU/To4GAmA8rII/AAAAAAAAGGo/_B45E5oh_Y8/s1600/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660468388925582466" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l2q8xPu9pmU/To4GAmA8rII/AAAAAAAAGGo/_B45E5oh_Y8/s400/018.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Now there are monsters (and ironically, princesses) in our closets. Melanie is really looking forward to scaring daddy when he goes to get dressed for church on Sunday. She says he will say "AAH!!! there's a monster in my closet". But, since there is only princesses in her closet, she will say "oh, look, a Beautiful princess in my closet".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3t3-j6PquEw/To4EzOlH7EI/AAAAAAAAGGg/qtMfhU_rK20/s1600/022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660467059784936514" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3t3-j6PquEw/To4EzOlH7EI/AAAAAAAAGGg/qtMfhU_rK20/s400/022.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Unfortunately for Noelle, a monster did, however, sneak into her closet.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0G5o-Xr4dVQ/To4EyvS6l2I/AAAAAAAAGGY/Le741TqHZa0/s1600/026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660467051387066210" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0G5o-Xr4dVQ/To4EyvS6l2I/AAAAAAAAGGY/Le741TqHZa0/s400/026.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look out dad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4xczAwGD4lY/To4Exb9VO7I/AAAAAAAAGGI/fqjXSI3yy4g/s1600/030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660467029016394674" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4xczAwGD4lY/To4Exb9VO7I/AAAAAAAAGGI/fqjXSI3yy4g/s400/030.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; But don't worry... there is a beautiful princess in dad's closet too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4CwuSsXns0s/To4Ew3wtxII/AAAAAAAAGGA/O3HjxqRSuPI/s1600/031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660467019299800194" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4CwuSsXns0s/To4Ew3wtxII/AAAAAAAAGGA/O3HjxqRSuPI/s400/031.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's so beautiful outside, I think I'm in love. I hope everyone else is enjoying the weather as much as we are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/5854170160083894133-1210000268702905240?l=bncsmithson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bncsmithson.blogspot.com/feeds/1210000268702905240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5854170160083894133&amp;postID=1210000268702905240' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854170160083894133/posts/default/1210000268702905240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854170160083894133/posts/default/1210000268702905240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bncsmithson.blogspot.com/2011/10/little-change.html' title='A Little Change...'/><author><name>Brandon and Camille Smithson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05243916756539978756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IyKrJv648_s/TTcvPE9C4tI/AAAAAAAAEIo/_sbSihh8IIk/S220/100_0008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bfUdBwL-k6Q/To4J3prVwAI/AAAAAAAAGIY/0BNCIZQOR5M/s72-c/005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5854170160083894133.post-961601908914111404</id><published>2011-10-05T10:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T11:03:57.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random bits of Pleasure</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love just the little things that make our family so much fun. I found these random pictures in the things I recently uploaded and wanted to share them. This is a picture of Noelle getting ready for bed. Apparently putting on her pajamas, she thought she also needed to put on a tutu and a purse. :) So silly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wN-VZSELBB4/ToyXbUsTzTI/AAAAAAAAGF4/ol1mXxdHWuo/s1600/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660065327364689202" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wN-VZSELBB4/ToyXbUsTzTI/AAAAAAAAGF4/ol1mXxdHWuo/s400/006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On Sunday, during conference, I wanted to try out rag curls in their hair. They looked so stinkin' cute with the rags tied in their hair, I couldn't resist a picture. (or two... or three).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DjAjmivRkxA/ToyXa2UjvHI/AAAAAAAAGFw/ek3NPOM6BWQ/s1600/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660065319212006514" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DjAjmivRkxA/ToyXa2UjvHI/AAAAAAAAGFw/ek3NPOM6BWQ/s400/009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iZLgtZY9qQQ/ToyXad533EI/AAAAAAAAGFo/to7q4Rdp2qU/s1600/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660065312657628226" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iZLgtZY9qQQ/ToyXad533EI/AAAAAAAAGFo/to7q4Rdp2qU/s400/010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ANlzvJpbXes/ToyWq5UhLsI/AAAAAAAAGFg/Yyi0SA1KGYg/s1600/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660064495383424706" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ANlzvJpbXes/ToyWq5UhLsI/AAAAAAAAGFg/Yyi0SA1KGYg/s400/011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It worked much better in Melanie's hair than Noelle's. But I still loved seeing Noelle with the rags in her hair. That was adorable. &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/-qEuRKR_mOIE/ToyWqtFfKpI/AAAAAAAAGFY/pRqVIYDdysA/s1600/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660064492099152530" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qEuRKR_mOIE/ToyWqtFfKpI/AAAAAAAAGFY/pRqVIYDdysA/s400/018.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The following pictures are a little harder to see, and take a little back ground story. My dad (Rodney) is a truck driver. He recently purchased a new truck that is (no joke) fuscha with a sparkling metallic finish. My dad was telling us at a family breakfast on Sunday that it's "Disney Pink". Brandon is my dad's mechanic and was asked to work on dad's truck Monday night. Well, we got the funny idea to "improve" the truck. Sunday night, I used my cricut to cut out "Princess Rodney" and "cupcake" out of black and pink vinyl. Monday night, Brandon added these to the truck (and took the following pictures). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bCBDEz-D6S4/ToyWqF-vfbI/AAAAAAAAGFQ/szlipt_7NY0/s1600/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660064481601879474" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bCBDEz-D6S4/ToyWqF-vfbI/AAAAAAAAGFQ/szlipt_7NY0/s400/004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8S_TtiGgbh4/ToyWphIuAaI/AAAAAAAAGFI/kSdPBxuTzRk/s1600/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660064471711613346" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8S_TtiGgbh4/ToyWphIuAaI/AAAAAAAAGFI/kSdPBxuTzRk/s400/005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dad didn't notice this... which makes it funnier (he was actually there after Brandon did it on Monday, seriously had no clue). But when he showed up to the yard on Tuesday to get his truck... all the other men there were calling him "princess" and "cupcake". He said "yes, I know it's pink, get over it"... until he looked at the truck and saw it... I immediately received a phone call from him. He said something about not being able to carry his "man card" around the yard. I have to say, I thought it was pretty funny. :)&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/5854170160083894133-961601908914111404?l=bncsmithson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bncsmithson.blogspot.com/feeds/961601908914111404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5854170160083894133&amp;postID=961601908914111404' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854170160083894133/posts/default/961601908914111404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854170160083894133/posts/default/961601908914111404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bncsmithson.blogspot.com/2011/10/random-bits-of-pleasure.html' title='Random bits of Pleasure'/><author><name>Brandon and Camille Smithson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05243916756539978756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IyKrJv648_s/TTcvPE9C4tI/AAAAAAAAEIo/_sbSihh8IIk/S220/100_0008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wN-VZSELBB4/ToyXbUsTzTI/AAAAAAAAGF4/ol1mXxdHWuo/s72-c/006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5854170160083894133.post-4616422472348036067</id><published>2011-10-01T17:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T20:35:22.033-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nicole'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Melanie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family fun'/><title type='text'>Night with the Stars</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fYs7zz99Kx0/Toe4KeJq4UI/AAAAAAAAGEY/-JggYfZwgi0/s1600/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658693946846142786" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fYs7zz99Kx0/Toe4KeJq4UI/AAAAAAAAGEY/-JggYfZwgi0/s400/001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Why does this girl look so happy you ask? Well, she is waiting for the special night at the Arizona Museum of Natural History (called "Night with the Stars") to start. But that isn't what has her giggling like a little school girl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fsx-1CWvYeg/Toe4KD5OCAI/AAAAAAAAGEQ/iW1vqp2EBcQ/s1600/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658693939797821442" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fsx-1CWvYeg/Toe4KD5OCAI/AAAAAAAAGEQ/iW1vqp2EBcQ/s400/005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's her daddy! He looks like a regular Hannah Montana, but really, he was more of an inspirational speaker. Saying things like "Noelle.... I'm going to tickle you". We got to the museum a little early, so daddy entertained us. Eventually the museum opened and we were able to tour the new Hubble exhibit at the museum and enjoy many different activities they had going on.&lt;br /&gt;In the following picture, Melanie and Noelle are using play dough to make the 9 planets (because they were still considering Plato a planet) and compare the different sizes. It was definitely a fun activity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gIos6vSFbLU/Toe4J1Ox5JI/AAAAAAAAGEI/v0_dFaCiqIk/s1600/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658693935861720210" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gIos6vSFbLU/Toe4J1Ox5JI/AAAAAAAAGEI/v0_dFaCiqIk/s400/006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At the Exploration Station we got to make solar systems using scratch paper, color solar systems and assemble a puzzle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AxU2KGgVcFI/Toe4Jv6K1xI/AAAAAAAAGEA/EMbERgae0fs/s1600/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658693934433097490" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AxU2KGgVcFI/Toe4Jv6K1xI/AAAAAAAAGEA/EMbERgae0fs/s400/012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-60KovCr97Nw/Toe4Jdj3xMI/AAAAAAAAGD4/OZ1ebEbaOAg/s1600/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658693929507734722" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-60KovCr97Nw/Toe4Jdj3xMI/AAAAAAAAGD4/OZ1ebEbaOAg/s400/013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YuBPJLeoMbU/Toe2VU-GCKI/AAAAAAAAGDw/XDvb4GwcVsw/s1600/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658691934336977058" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YuBPJLeoMbU/Toe2VU-GCKI/AAAAAAAAGDw/XDvb4GwcVsw/s400/016.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eventually we made it to the new exhibit. It was really neat. There are a lot of amazing space pictures, just beautiful. ASU students were there to answer questions and help people learn more about space.&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kPpxu-jqLI0/Toe2VAILZwI/AAAAAAAAGDo/J5ED5I41LTw/s1600/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658691928742127362" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kPpxu-jqLI0/Toe2VAILZwI/AAAAAAAAGDo/J5ED5I41LTw/s400/018.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tyfi0FxVUJI/Toe2Uw3q4ZI/AAAAAAAAGDg/L39tsnGoOlM/s1600/020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658691924646355346" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tyfi0FxVUJI/Toe2Uw3q4ZI/AAAAAAAAGDg/L39tsnGoOlM/s400/020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_H5f--Hp4sU/Toe2UsLARpI/AAAAAAAAGDY/uCHIuaakAEg/s1600/021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658691923385271954" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_H5f--Hp4sU/Toe2UsLARpI/AAAAAAAAGDY/uCHIuaakAEg/s400/021.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AeSY61SqRZ4/Toe2UW9DQRI/AAAAAAAAGDQ/jE5rRC987UQ/s1600/022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658691917689602322" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AeSY61SqRZ4/Toe2UW9DQRI/AAAAAAAAGDQ/jE5rRC987UQ/s400/022.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After checking out the new exhibit, we went to the top level of the next door parking structure to look at the moon and stars through some special telescopes. The moon was quite impressive. The stars... well, I was underwhelmed. The guy was so excited to tell me all about the star I was about to see... but looking through the scope, all I saw was a tiny dot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At any rate, it was a really fun night at the museum. A side story... Brandon jokingly told Melanie that he was going to feed her to the dinosaurs when the sun goes down, because that's when everything comes to life. She worried about that literally the rest of the night (even after I told and re-told her that it was just a joke and that the dinosaurs wouldn't be coming to life.) oops!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also... on the way home from the museum my husband got himself in a little trouble... I share this jokingly. He actually started a sentence with "The strangest people, besides engineers, are..." Now, it doesn't really matter WHAT he finished the sentence with. He could have said "carnies" for all it mattered... it's the "besides engineers" that got his goose cooked. It's a good thing I love that boy! :)&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/5854170160083894133-4616422472348036067?l=bncsmithson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bncsmithson.blogspot.com/feeds/4616422472348036067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5854170160083894133&amp;postID=4616422472348036067' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854170160083894133/posts/default/4616422472348036067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854170160083894133/posts/default/4616422472348036067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bncsmithson.blogspot.com/2011/10/night-with-stars.html' title='Night with the Stars'/><author><name>Brandon and Camille Smithson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05243916756539978756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IyKrJv648_s/TTcvPE9C4tI/AAAAAAAAEIo/_sbSihh8IIk/S220/100_0008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fYs7zz99Kx0/Toe4KeJq4UI/AAAAAAAAGEY/-JggYfZwgi0/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5854170160083894133.post-2457136989668331020</id><published>2011-09-29T20:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T20:49:19.217-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crafts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Melanie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Noelle'/><title type='text'>Family Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love having my (free) subscription to the Family Fun Magazine. There are so many fun ideas in those magazines. We got our new magazine a few days ago and together, the girls and I, went through the entire thing and "dog-eared" the crafts or activities we wanted to try (which was pretty much the entire magazine, minus the ads).&lt;br /&gt;Well, this morning we were eating breakfast and Melanie was complaining because she wanted it to be Spring. Spring is her favorite season because everything is blooming and there are flowers everywhere (including in our tree). I told her that fall was my favorite season because we spend all summer waiting for the weather to cool down, and fall is when that happens. It's so nice to finally open the doors and windows, and to play outside. She still insisted that spring was better because of the flowers. So I told her that here in Arizona we could plant flowers in the fall too. Well, that started something. She wanted to plant... and she wanted to plant NOW! She literally followed me around the house this morning with her broken watering can insisting that we go to the store and get flowers right now... and that I fix her watering can... and pretty much didn't understand that I'd prefer to wait until we had daddy to help us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then I remembered there was a planting idea in the Family Fun magazine. A "Terrific Terrarium". This is a fun idea where you get pretty much plant an "Eco system" in a container. the kids can even put little toys, rocks, and/or moss in it to make it extra special. So, I show her the picture and ask if she wanted to make an indoor garden. Of course she did. And Of course we couldn't do all this until after we went to the store. We had to hit up 3 stores, Micheal's (for the container and creature), Petsmart for the gravel and activated carbon, and Home depot for the soil and plant. Luckily, I literally live right next to a shopping center that contains all three, right next to each other. We got everything but the plant first, and then headed to Home depot. The very nice employee tried to help me find a plant small enough, but there was literally nothing. So I showed him the magazine (yes, I brought it with me) and we discussed seeds. That's the route we finally decided on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We got home and put the whole thing together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657990403053211570" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AOjduDCC2gw/ToU4S1SOT7I/AAAAAAAAGDA/weKrk7FBrU8/s400/006.JPG" /&gt;Noelle is not pictured, but she helped put the soil in the terrarium as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657989848918922514" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FGnNHHBNzfg/ToU3yk-UFRI/AAAAAAAAGC4/PjCa9O9tlpQ/s400/010.JPG" /&gt; So, right now, the giraffe is all alone, but eventually there will a something growing in there with him. (hopefully!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657989841076130450" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Yo1fgWRXCM0/ToU3yHwckpI/AAAAAAAAGCw/KmvmBq3n6nA/s400/013.JPG" /&gt; Sigh. That made Melanie much happier. But, then she started playing princesses and I remembered this fun crown from Tangled that was in the magazine. So... Here you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657993456730672754" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bzhLf1USTy4/ToU7ElHqjnI/AAAAAAAAGDI/Kh-Uy_FFUo0/s400/019.JPG" /&gt;Do you sense Noelle attitude in this picture? Wow! And people think only red heads are feisty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9ybVno0-m-g/ToU3xT82t0I/AAAAAAAAGCg/GITtcw_pjWE/s1600/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657989827169531714" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9ybVno0-m-g/ToU3xT82t0I/AAAAAAAAGCg/GITtcw_pjWE/s400/018.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eventually I got a more pleasant face from her. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-axPPeMBaSm0/ToU3xKiOijI/AAAAAAAAGCY/9mYD_MsBN-E/s1600/020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657989824641927730" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-axPPeMBaSm0/ToU3xKiOijI/AAAAAAAAGCY/9mYD_MsBN-E/s400/020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I can't wait to try out the other activities we have picked out.&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/5854170160083894133-2457136989668331020?l=bncsmithson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bncsmithson.blogspot.com/feeds/2457136989668331020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5854170160083894133&amp;postID=2457136989668331020' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854170160083894133/posts/default/2457136989668331020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854170160083894133/posts/default/2457136989668331020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bncsmithson.blogspot.com/2011/09/family-fun.html' title='Family Fun'/><author><name>Brandon and Camille Smithson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05243916756539978756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IyKrJv648_s/TTcvPE9C4tI/AAAAAAAAEIo/_sbSihh8IIk/S220/100_0008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AOjduDCC2gw/ToU4S1SOT7I/AAAAAAAAGDA/weKrk7FBrU8/s72-c/006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5854170160083894133.post-2209068543625618225</id><published>2011-09-26T14:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T15:25:13.519-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Melanie'/><title type='text'>Teddy Bear of the Week: All About Melanie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Melanie is "Teddy Bear of the Week" at school this week. She got to make a poster all about her which she will take tomorrow, and on Friday she will get to share her favorite snack (she is still debating between chocolate chip cookies or "delectable cupcakes".) We just finished her posted and I think she did a WONDERFUL job (with a little assistance from her mom). Here it is:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NwwqFtchiak/ToD4KHcn3DI/AAAAAAAAGCQ/Ry48olSTieI/s1600/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656793984658824242" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NwwqFtchiak/ToD4KHcn3DI/AAAAAAAAGCQ/Ry48olSTieI/s400/001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1n7iWwPuTHg/ToD4JmSwIZI/AAAAAAAAGCI/u2UUbTi032k/s1600/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656793975759053202" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1n7iWwPuTHg/ToD4JmSwIZI/AAAAAAAAGCI/u2UUbTi032k/s400/002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n-Cqx6DnhRs/ToD4JfpHuBI/AAAAAAAAGCA/9lVVRi8d2JU/s1600/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656793973973825554" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n-Cqx6DnhRs/ToD4JfpHuBI/AAAAAAAAGCA/9lVVRi8d2JU/s400/004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V6z-g1656WM/ToD3BxjDGXI/AAAAAAAAGB4/_99Mn4qihmc/s1600/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656792741829613938" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V6z-g1656WM/ToD3BxjDGXI/AAAAAAAAGB4/_99Mn4qihmc/s400/005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xKGllu60TRo/ToD3BgFhO7I/AAAAAAAAGBw/bhaDYIfkL4M/s1600/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656792737142356914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xKGllu60TRo/ToD3BgFhO7I/AAAAAAAAGBw/bhaDYIfkL4M/s400/006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VggdqfEeLCY/ToD3BY3Hu1I/AAAAAAAAGBo/akr79TpGO64/s1600/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656792735202917202" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VggdqfEeLCY/ToD3BY3Hu1I/AAAAAAAAGBo/akr79TpGO64/s400/008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You can tell she was very excited about it. (And after I took this picture, she asks "Can we play with it now?" Umm... ha ha.... no! I put it in a safe place until class tomorrow).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In coming up with the ideas for the poster, I asked Melanie a bunch of "favorite" questions. We couldn't fit everything on the poster, but I still want to share her favorites:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Favorite Color: Red (she says it's because her hair is red. She modified this while making the poster to be "red and pink")&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Favorite Food: Tator Tot Casserole&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Favorite Ice cream: Chocolate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Favorite Movie: Tarzan (This one still confuses Brandon and me, since we don't actually own Tarzan... but she HAS been asking the Great Pumpkin to bring her the movie for Halloween).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Favorite Song: Ariel's song in Little Mermaid&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Favorite Family Activity: Playing Games&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Favorite Thing to do with Dad: Catching Fish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Favorite Thing to do with Mom: Science Experiments and Listening to Music&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Favorite Thing to do with Noelle: Play Dress Up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Favorite Princess: Cinderella&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Favorite Books: The Little Mermaid (also caught me off guard. We borrowed this book from the library, and to be honest, the ending was disturbing. It's not the Disney Version)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Favorite Season: Spring (she is literally counting down for Spring again).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Favorite Holiday: Easter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Favorite Letter: M&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Favorite Letter: 3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Favorite Animal: Elephant (I had a great idea of how to put this on the poster, making an elephant out of her hand print, but I didn't have room. We'll have to do that art project later).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Loves to Play with her Sister!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Loves to do Science Experiments&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Favorite Experiment: Making a Volcano.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5854170160083894133-2209068543625618225?l=bncsmithson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bncsmithson.blogspot.com/feeds/2209068543625618225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5854170160083894133&amp;postID=2209068543625618225' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854170160083894133/posts/default/2209068543625618225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854170160083894133/posts/default/2209068543625618225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bncsmithson.blogspot.com/2011/09/teddy-bear-of-week-all-about-melanie.html' title='Teddy Bear of the Week: All About Melanie'/><author><name>Brandon and Camille Smithson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05243916756539978756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IyKrJv648_s/TTcvPE9C4tI/AAAAAAAAEIo/_sbSihh8IIk/S220/100_0008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NwwqFtchiak/ToD4KHcn3DI/AAAAAAAAGCQ/Ry48olSTieI/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5854170160083894133.post-7311001895901473818</id><published>2011-09-24T15:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T16:27:45.850-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby smithson'/><title type='text'>Welcome to the Circus!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am so spoiled. My sister in law, Amilee, threw me a beautiful baby shower this morning. I am seriously so lucky and so grateful. It was so much fun. She picked "Welcome to the Circus" for the theme, and it was very clever. All the Smithson's are so talented (and clever) when it comes to planning and decorating for parties. I'm hoping that it will rub off on me someday (well, it's almost been 8 years since I joined the family, and so far, I haven't gotten any better). On each of the tables, she had little gum ball machines, some animal crackers, and a fun cup full of little mustaches. It was super cute, and a huge hit with the kids (which you can see from these pictures)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sAyW6iBjj1k/Tn5iy_jZFcI/AAAAAAAAGBg/ef4DzrZScFk/s1600/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656066810216781250" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sAyW6iBjj1k/Tn5iy_jZFcI/AAAAAAAAGBg/ef4DzrZScFk/s400/008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W36F43Jf7xI/Tn5iyn7ObCI/AAAAAAAAGBY/fvO-0L5gSHU/s1600/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656066803874294818" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W36F43Jf7xI/Tn5iyn7ObCI/AAAAAAAAGBY/fvO-0L5gSHU/s400/012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Check out these cute decorations. It's that awesome? I love it! There is also a popcorn machine next to the table that I didn't get a picture of. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rwUQ0OVgtO8/Tn5iyQ0QOFI/AAAAAAAAGBQ/dUwa8n2p89s/s1600/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656066797671037010" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rwUQ0OVgtO8/Tn5iyQ0QOFI/AAAAAAAAGBQ/dUwa8n2p89s/s400/014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Everything was just perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0FbXr8rvwDI/Tn5iEFYBesI/AAAAAAAAGBI/UIO12VYMktE/s1600/017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656066004325857986" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0FbXr8rvwDI/Tn5iEFYBesI/AAAAAAAAGBI/UIO12VYMktE/s400/017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And I am so blessed to have so many friends and family that were able to come. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wyRWope7W7M/Tn5iD_bf9_I/AAAAAAAAGBA/iSxmEEMKQSo/s1600/019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656066002729826290" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wyRWope7W7M/Tn5iD_bf9_I/AAAAAAAAGBA/iSxmEEMKQSo/s400/019.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gi-qqAEi6nw/Tn5iDrk1hrI/AAAAAAAAGA4/1XuIvF_ZGzk/s1600/024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656065997400278706" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gi-qqAEi6nw/Tn5iDrk1hrI/AAAAAAAAGA4/1XuIvF_ZGzk/s400/024.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Twk9m4Q29Mk/Tn5hYyaCDrI/AAAAAAAAGAw/0XMt9aL45II/s1600/025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656065260499635890" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Twk9m4Q29Mk/Tn5hYyaCDrI/AAAAAAAAGAw/0XMt9aL45II/s400/025.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BOGNG5DhR8Q/Tn5hYn22PyI/AAAAAAAAGAo/heMWfVZIGrI/s1600/026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656065257667706658" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BOGNG5DhR8Q/Tn5hYn22PyI/AAAAAAAAGAo/heMWfVZIGrI/s400/026.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have to admit, it was really fun to open all the boy stuff. There are a lot of really cute boy clothes out there... and my friends and family have great taste! I am so excited to finally have a collection started (as I haven't bought anything yet myself). Here are a few pictures of me opening my gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/-3h65hCPhI1k/Tn5hYTcWLhI/AAAAAAAAGAg/FdNJq23Tzh0/s1600/029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656065252187844114" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3h65hCPhI1k/Tn5hYTcWLhI/AAAAAAAAGAg/FdNJq23Tzh0/s400/029.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This bib is hilarious. Susan said she had to get me it because I'm an engineer... It is literally called the "nerd" bib. hmm... I wonder what she is implying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UCXoWmROR_M/Tn5gKRrgF_I/AAAAAAAAGAY/blU3caMHzM8/s1600/033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656063911684741106" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UCXoWmROR_M/Tn5gKRrgF_I/AAAAAAAAGAY/blU3caMHzM8/s400/033.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These booties are a special gift to Baby Smithson from Grandma Great, and they mean a lot. All the grand and great grand children get a pair. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Bas0SA1PZTg/Tn5gKNGbbyI/AAAAAAAAGAQ/JW76lAOknmc/s1600/034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656063910455504674" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Bas0SA1PZTg/Tn5gKNGbbyI/AAAAAAAAGAQ/JW76lAOknmc/s400/034.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And this fun basket was from my Aunt Tammie. I love the basket, and all the fun things in it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EEin2A2ezaE/Tn5exfgMVUI/AAAAAAAAGAI/SZDBupRiLTM/s1600/035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656062386387047746" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EEin2A2ezaE/Tn5exfgMVUI/AAAAAAAAGAI/SZDBupRiLTM/s400/035.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There were a lot of kids at the party, and they all seemed to have a fun time. Here are a few of the wild animals they have at the circus. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uO1Aqsgw5Q0/Tn5exCmPHtI/AAAAAAAAGAA/sA9a8qsydN4/s1600/040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656062378627768018" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uO1Aqsgw5Q0/Tn5exCmPHtI/AAAAAAAAGAA/sA9a8qsydN4/s400/040.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; If there was any questions as to whether or not the food was good, these pictures of Noelle will clarify... it was WONDERFUL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-knitnItOlko/Tn5ew1W1UJI/AAAAAAAAF_4/v4EhaNro5VM/s1600/037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656062375073501330" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-knitnItOlko/Tn5ew1W1UJI/AAAAAAAAF_4/v4EhaNro5VM/s400/037.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c2G-mICQqzY/Tn5ewiZHEhI/AAAAAAAAF_w/hhn9steElUA/s1600/2011-09-24_12.08.48.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656062369982779922" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c2G-mICQqzY/Tn5ewiZHEhI/AAAAAAAAF_w/hhn9steElUA/s400/2011-09-24_12.08.48.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So, thank you EVERYONE that was able to come. I really, truly, appreciate it. I feel guilty asking to get me things when it's my third child, but I also truly appreciate everything that I received. It is so nice to have a collection of blue and green things started. THANK YOU!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you to Amilee for organizing the entire thing. Thank you to Kathe and Gary for letting us use their house and for all the cleaning and prep work I'm sure they did before hand. Thank you to Amilee and Amber for making the wonderful food. Thank you to Litisha and Erin for helping out with everything as well. Thank you to Jen for taking pictures while I opened the presents. Thank you to Brittany for recording all the gifts for me. And thank you to my kids for playing nicely and having fun so that mom could have fun too. :) (If I missed someone that was working behind the scenes, I apologize, and THANK YOU as well!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/5854170160083894133-7311001895901473818?l=bncsmithson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bncsmithson.blogspot.com/feeds/7311001895901473818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5854170160083894133&amp;postID=7311001895901473818' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854170160083894133/posts/default/7311001895901473818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854170160083894133/posts/default/7311001895901473818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bncsmithson.blogspot.com/2011/09/welcome-to-circus.html' title='Welcome to the Circus!'/><author><name>Brandon and Camille Smithson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05243916756539978756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IyKrJv648_s/TTcvPE9C4tI/AAAAAAAAEIo/_sbSihh8IIk/S220/100_0008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sAyW6iBjj1k/Tn5iy_jZFcI/AAAAAAAAGBg/ef4DzrZScFk/s72-c/008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5854170160083894133.post-8359174261729790170</id><published>2011-09-22T06:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T07:58:52.698-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family fun'/><title type='text'>Badges of Fun: Badge 3, Learn Something New</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We completed another of the Family Fun Badges. This one was entitled "Learn Something New". The irony of this badge is that it came literally right after I did a whole slue of science experiments with the girls. I decided not to just use one of those experiments as a "get out of jail free" card, and read all the suggestions they had for this badge. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 171px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655188979647815362" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z4BapUmHVn8/TntEah2cnsI/AAAAAAAAF_I/KOqPWNomqSM/s200/Badge%2B3.jpg" /&gt; One of the many options was called "Alphabet Fun". They suggested going into the "world" and finding the alphabet in interesting places, and taking pictures. This idea was the most exciting to me, but we just never got around to it. So, I modified the idea. We decided to use our blocks and build the letters in our names... then take pictures of those. I still plan to do the other activity, but when it's cooler out and I have a little more time. It would be neat to find the letters that spell "Smithson" and to frame them in our house.&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, here is "MELANIE"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u9bw090-LWY/TntEaFlPmUI/AAAAAAAAF_A/rcs0NbZzmVM/s1600/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655188972059466050" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u9bw090-LWY/TntEaFlPmUI/AAAAAAAAF_A/rcs0NbZzmVM/s200/002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xyHvam1ORLo/TntEZ00bHOI/AAAAAAAAF-4/kkJVOqgWN_k/s1600/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655188967559732450" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xyHvam1ORLo/TntEZ00bHOI/AAAAAAAAF-4/kkJVOqgWN_k/s200/004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r91wP2zuh0Q/TntEZrgXMaI/AAAAAAAAF-w/O9B6BYR7z2M/s1600/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655188965059670434" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r91wP2zuh0Q/TntEZrgXMaI/AAAAAAAAF-w/O9B6BYR7z2M/s200/006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-50oFC_d9oZk/TntEZWQh7wI/AAAAAAAAF-o/7P_JO4o2v6U/s1600/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655188959356120834" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-50oFC_d9oZk/TntEZWQh7wI/AAAAAAAAF-o/7P_JO4o2v6U/s200/008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZHh2fCh46YM/TntCp1jXkeI/AAAAAAAAF-g/wpowUaGfLYY/s1600/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655187043611283938" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZHh2fCh46YM/TntCp1jXkeI/AAAAAAAAF-g/wpowUaGfLYY/s200/010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Fxwa8zg2RM4/TntCpoQZ0HI/AAAAAAAAF-Y/3hXbknDXcf8/s1600/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655187040042078322" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Fxwa8zg2RM4/TntCpoQZ0HI/AAAAAAAAF-Y/3hXbknDXcf8/s200/011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ew17to41FQg/TntCpSF7woI/AAAAAAAAF-Q/JW_Y3Fa0I2E/s1600/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655187034092585602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ew17to41FQg/TntCpSF7woI/AAAAAAAAF-Q/JW_Y3Fa0I2E/s200/014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Melanie took most of these pictures. I took the picture of the "M" because she didn't really get the entire letter in the frame, but she did the rest. good job Melanie!&lt;br /&gt;Here is our "NOELLE". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J1DgmrtjcSs/TntCpA6MV4I/AAAAAAAAF-I/Ud5ykT6GhpA/s1600/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655187029479937922" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J1DgmrtjcSs/TntCpA6MV4I/AAAAAAAAF-I/Ud5ykT6GhpA/s200/015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a3HUxoy0JoY/TntCo1RtvFI/AAAAAAAAF-A/nSz5oZ7Osas/s1600/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655187026357369938" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a3HUxoy0JoY/TntCo1RtvFI/AAAAAAAAF-A/nSz5oZ7Osas/s200/016.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xdFPz0HoWX8/Tns_xnLi5WI/AAAAAAAAF9Y/nmjuD1_hxQc/s1600/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655183878657336674" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xdFPz0HoWX8/Tns_xnLi5WI/AAAAAAAAF9Y/nmjuD1_hxQc/s200/014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3DKV_eAhR6Y/Tns_xfbmxRI/AAAAAAAAF9Q/bg-t6d3AvPI/s1600/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655183876577215762" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3DKV_eAhR6Y/Tns_xfbmxRI/AAAAAAAAF9Q/bg-t6d3AvPI/s200/006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yJ0DdmUohGY/Tns_wz1cGeI/AAAAAAAAF9I/erMwaYIE9KI/s1600/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655183864874408418" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yJ0DdmUohGY/Tns_wz1cGeI/AAAAAAAAF9I/erMwaYIE9KI/s200/006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655183863320625490" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0CkVF_9-QRI/Tns_wuC_QVI/AAAAAAAAF9A/bWSRa4j0Hno/s200/004.JPG" /&gt; In case you are wondering, I ended up using a lot of Melanie's letters to make Noelle's name. This was because Noelle had decided that knocking down the letters before mom could take the picture was hilarious! funny girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So there you go. We had a lot of fun, and thanks to the Family Fun magazine, we earned our next badge!&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/5854170160083894133-8359174261729790170?l=bncsmithson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bncsmithson.blogspot.com/feeds/8359174261729790170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5854170160083894133&amp;postID=8359174261729790170' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854170160083894133/posts/default/8359174261729790170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854170160083894133/posts/default/8359174261729790170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bncsmithson.blogspot.com/2011/09/badges-of-fun-badge-3-learn-something.html' title='Badges of Fun: Badge 3, Learn Something New'/><author><name>Brandon and Camille Smithson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05243916756539978756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IyKrJv648_s/TTcvPE9C4tI/AAAAAAAAEIo/_sbSihh8IIk/S220/100_0008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z4BapUmHVn8/TntEah2cnsI/AAAAAAAAF_I/KOqPWNomqSM/s72-c/Badge%2B3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5854170160083894133.post-7651685357131342439</id><published>2011-09-19T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T15:44:55.904-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family fun'/><title type='text'>Gone Fishin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's hunting season... and Brandon was drawn for elk archery season. His hunt started last weekend and gos through this next Thursday. He went last weekend, and it rained (and hailed) on him almost the entire time. We had our own "interesting" adventures here at the house (the biggest one being locked out of the house for a few hours with no hide a key, phone, etc.) So, when he came home early (Saturday night as opposed to Sunday night) and decided to do something different (that included all of us) this weekend, I was Ecstatic! (Have I mentioned that my husband is just so wonderful!). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, instead of hunting, we did some fishing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;First we went to the fish hatchery near Christopher Creek. The girls loved checking out the fish!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVJW9D5BL7E/TndwTyWyanI/AAAAAAAAF84/qGk5_Jfn1GM/s1600/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654111342424124018" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVJW9D5BL7E/TndwTyWyanI/AAAAAAAAF84/qGk5_Jfn1GM/s320/002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e8k0fhp0E8g/TndwTe-uJzI/AAAAAAAAF8w/oA28OWb_geQ/s1600/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654111337222907698" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e8k0fhp0E8g/TndwTe-uJzI/AAAAAAAAF8w/oA28OWb_geQ/s320/003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RnNkJlN-CAs/TndwTCP141I/AAAAAAAAF8o/hi58XC53pmc/s1600/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654111329510089554" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RnNkJlN-CAs/TndwTCP141I/AAAAAAAAF8o/hi58XC53pmc/s320/005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Noelle insisted on walking up the steep hills all by herself. She is such a strong little girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4Z-NS9766Ts/TndwSwfZVDI/AAAAAAAAF8g/QmzhOVZ4zh0/s1600/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654111324743488562" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4Z-NS9766Ts/TndwSwfZVDI/AAAAAAAAF8g/QmzhOVZ4zh0/s320/007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sxRmbiLxDyM/Tndr_aTucRI/AAAAAAAAF8Y/AbyQEWbPHMA/s1600/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654106594324934930" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sxRmbiLxDyM/Tndr_aTucRI/AAAAAAAAF8Y/AbyQEWbPHMA/s320/009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They have a lot of "tanks" with fish of different sizes (ages). It was really fun to see them flipping all over! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we went fishing at Tonto Rancho. (where you are pretty much guaranteed to catch something)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IgPDhQnLr_0/Tndr_BXwIXI/AAAAAAAAF8Q/lFnsYDoJp08/s1600/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654106587630936434" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IgPDhQnLr_0/Tndr_BXwIXI/AAAAAAAAF8Q/lFnsYDoJp08/s320/010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You don't have to bring a thing. You rent the pole, gear, and get as much food as you need, for a buck! Then you fish. It's 75 cents an inch, and for an extra 50 cents, they clean and ice the fish for you (totally worth the 50 cents, if you ask me!!!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m2_sqzP868k/Tndr-pT2XzI/AAAAAAAAF8I/9n3_J3QWWEA/s1600/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654106581172117298" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m2_sqzP868k/Tndr-pT2XzI/AAAAAAAAF8I/9n3_J3QWWEA/s320/016.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We learned very quick that you had to be FAST to catch these guys! They were tricky! Daddy caught the first one all by himself. It as an exciting moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XzhnCjcGIII/Tndr-bVqlKI/AAAAAAAAF8A/sS3RnNkLx8w/s1600/020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654106577421636770" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XzhnCjcGIII/Tndr-bVqlKI/AAAAAAAAF8A/sS3RnNkLx8w/s320/020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The girls loved checking the fish out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HdKvvA_MMJc/TndqmVVUSlI/AAAAAAAAF74/O9emP_cZ-Jk/s1600/021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654105063981075026" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HdKvvA_MMJc/TndqmVVUSlI/AAAAAAAAF74/O9emP_cZ-Jk/s320/021.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then they started fishing together (we only rented one pool... that was plenty)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c-UPB0yKM2k/TndqmDuUBJI/AAAAAAAAF7w/dKDJqVD5ytY/s1600/023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654105059254076562" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c-UPB0yKM2k/TndqmDuUBJI/AAAAAAAAF7w/dKDJqVD5ytY/s320/023.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They enjoyed group fishing... all three of them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SKrp0R8VB1g/Tndql-H8RzI/AAAAAAAAF7o/KJpZ8SPaNHo/s1600/027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654105057750959922" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SKrp0R8VB1g/Tndql-H8RzI/AAAAAAAAF7o/KJpZ8SPaNHo/s320/027.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And finally mom got a chance (with Melanie helping me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wT_Z9nHh3_M/TndqlmkTtMI/AAAAAAAAF7g/7LfdmW7F08Y/s1600/038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654105051427484866" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wT_Z9nHh3_M/TndqlmkTtMI/AAAAAAAAF7g/7LfdmW7F08Y/s320/038.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All together, we caught 3 fish. 2 of them were 12" long, one was 10" long. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4t6Zn3RksXI/TndphjItOCI/AAAAAAAAF7Y/vNOwRciKYMU/s1600/039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654103882275305506" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4t6Zn3RksXI/TndphjItOCI/AAAAAAAAF7Y/vNOwRciKYMU/s320/039.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; While we were fishing, I asked Melanie what she was going to do with the fish when she caught them, and she said "eat them" (note, when we did actually eat the fish, last night, she wasn't interested after all.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;While they were cleaning the fish for us, we enjoyed the outdoors. It was a neat place, very pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pws-EDwez68/TndphfxhAOI/AAAAAAAAF7Q/SvCapMaor0k/s1600/045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654103881372729570" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pws-EDwez68/TndphfxhAOI/AAAAAAAAF7Q/SvCapMaor0k/s320/045.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Al4z4gIcSuU/TndphG4SWlI/AAAAAAAAF7I/bqRtiUkKPJg/s1600/047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654103874690243154" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Al4z4gIcSuU/TndphG4SWlI/AAAAAAAAF7I/bqRtiUkKPJg/s320/047.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-h5zcz3uMbgI/TndoveKfrOI/AAAAAAAAF7A/F5y4u3IWw5w/s1600/048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654103021947170018" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-h5zcz3uMbgI/TndoveKfrOI/AAAAAAAAF7A/F5y4u3IWw5w/s320/048.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n0LZiHtoXA0/TndovBgF0DI/AAAAAAAAF64/R1ugBkkfo4M/s1600/050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654103014253121586" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n0LZiHtoXA0/TndovBgF0DI/AAAAAAAAF64/R1ugBkkfo4M/s320/050.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZyXRnuWfbRU/Tndou0HHWqI/AAAAAAAAF6w/kzhXuEYzAsM/s1600/053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654103010658704034" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZyXRnuWfbRU/Tndou0HHWqI/AAAAAAAAF6w/kzhXuEYzAsM/s320/053.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yvX83MAkNO4/Tndoupm_PSI/AAAAAAAAF6o/kyJVCWK3CD0/s1600/054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654103007839599906" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yvX83MAkNO4/Tndoupm_PSI/AAAAAAAAF6o/kyJVCWK3CD0/s320/054.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After fishing, we ended up cutting our trip short because my cute little red head became really sick. I'm glad that she was able to enjoy some of the trip before she became so miserable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you, Brandon, for such a fun family day! We love you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/5854170160083894133-7651685357131342439?l=bncsmithson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bncsmithson.blogspot.com/feeds/7651685357131342439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5854170160083894133&amp;postID=7651685357131342439' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854170160083894133/posts/default/7651685357131342439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854170160083894133/posts/default/7651685357131342439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bncsmithson.blogspot.com/2011/09/gone-fishin.html' title='Gone Fishin&apos;'/><author><name>Brandon and Camille Smithson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05243916756539978756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IyKrJv648_s/TTcvPE9C4tI/AAAAAAAAEIo/_sbSihh8IIk/S220/100_0008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVJW9D5BL7E/TndwTyWyanI/AAAAAAAAF84/qGk5_Jfn1GM/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5854170160083894133.post-4909139229235867101</id><published>2011-09-15T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T20:35:53.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinner Time, Game Time, Bed Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So... dinner time/bed time has always been a little crazy. It seems like my house is always a whirl wind of a disaster by then... but we throw them into their booster seats to eat. Then they take FOREVER to eat. Then they take FOREVER to clean up, and by time it's all done, it's time to go to bed. Depending on whether or not Brandon is home for dinner, that also means, they really don't get quality time with him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But this week I have changed something, and I think it may be my solution to this problem... at least, I hope so. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My new plan: Have the girls clean the house BEFORE dinner. (seems so silly and so easy... why didn't I think of this before). They clean faster because they are excited about eating dinner! Then we have dinner. After dinner, we wash up, put on our PJ's and then have family GAME TIME! Then, 15 minutes before bed time, we brush teeth, read scriptures, say prayers, read books and go to sleep! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We have done this 4 days in a row now, and WOW! what a difference. I'm not stressed trying to get everyone to help clean. The kids are happy because they just spent 30 minutes to an hour playing games or doing puzzles as a family. Seriously, it has been much more peaceful. I think everyone is much happier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HQE7JKkzqhM/TnLAMaGp_6I/AAAAAAAAF6g/Fb7YmSjdvfU/s1600/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652791801701597090" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HQE7JKkzqhM/TnLAMaGp_6I/AAAAAAAAF6g/Fb7YmSjdvfU/s320/010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5854170160083894133-4909139229235867101?l=bncsmithson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bncsmithson.blogspot.com/feeds/4909139229235867101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5854170160083894133&amp;postID=4909139229235867101' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854170160083894133/posts/default/4909139229235867101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854170160083894133/posts/default/4909139229235867101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bncsmithson.blogspot.com/2011/09/dinner-time-game-time-bed-time.html' title='Dinner Time, Game Time, Bed Time'/><author><name>Brandon and Camille Smithson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05243916756539978756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IyKrJv648_s/TTcvPE9C4tI/AAAAAAAAEIo/_sbSihh8IIk/S220/100_0008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HQE7JKkzqhM/TnLAMaGp_6I/AAAAAAAAF6g/Fb7YmSjdvfU/s72-c/010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5854170160083894133.post-7592300665546760189</id><published>2011-09-12T12:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T12:46:20.288-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We Will Never Forget...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n2NmIJ2Cjww/Tm5a014gThI/AAAAAAAAF6Y/9r2O-9XXocw/s1600/911.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 275px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651554446260325906" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n2NmIJ2Cjww/Tm5a014gThI/AAAAAAAAF6Y/9r2O-9XXocw/s320/911.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have had some time to contemplate September 11th, 2001, and what it means to me in my life, and thought I should write things down. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When I was in school, I remember learning about the assassination of President Kennedy and, as an assignment, we were told to ask our parents what they were doing when they found out that Kennedy had been shot. My teacher told us that everyone in the US remembers what they were doing at the exact moment. Unfortunately, for the purpose of that particular assignment, my mom hadn't been born yet, and therefore did NOT remember. But, the point of this, is that someday, I know my kids are going to be at school and they are going to cover the events of September 11th, 2001, and they are going to ask me exactly what I was doing when I heard the news. I will most likely remember it then as well as I remember it now, but I thought that it may be better for me to write it down, just in case.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;September 11th, 2001 was a Tuesday. I woke up super early, like I always did, and was getting ready for my 7:00 am Spanish class at MCC. I was in my mom's room/bathroom, using her sink, and listening to the radio. At first I didn't understand what they were saying (as the morning show always just babbled on anyhow). I knew they were talking about smoke and the building being on fire, but I didn't know which building or where. Then I heard it "The second tower has been hit" They went on to describe how an airplane had just hit the second Twin tower and now they were both on fire. I think my heart stopped. I remember just staring at the radio. Being numb, I still got myself into my car and drove to school, the entire time, listening to the radio. They talked about the horrible events going on in New York, and then were talking about smoke behind the White House, the Pentagon being hit, and a possibly related airplane crash in Pennsylvania. Everything was so confusing. I was so scared. I didn't know what this meant, but knew that war would follow. I had learned in school that it was college aged people that usually started/fought in wars. This was something we discussed a lot in my history classes my senior year of high school... and here I was, in college, and I was freaked out. I went to my Spanish class, and apparently no one there knew a thing about it. I told them that the Twin Towers had been hit by airplanes and everything else I had learned from the radio about the smoke at the White House and the Pentagon. We turned on a little radio they had in the class room and everyone sat in silence as we listened. Eventually the teacher showed up and turned it off. Apparently Spanish couldn't wait. He did; however, let us out early. I walked to the Institute building, still scared and confused. When I got there, I realized that most of the LDS student population was there, and everyone was crowded around the huge television. This was the first time I saw the footage. They showed the smoke billowing out of the buildings, and people crying and walking around confused. Suddenly the unbelievable happened... the first tower started tumbling down. I felt so helpless. Here I am in Arizona watching my fellow Americans suffer in New York. We just kept watching in shock, most of the people in that room were crying. It wasn't long after that the second tower tumbled to the ground as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think I was numb when I went to my English class a few hours later. The small television was on in there as well. My English teacher came in and just turned it off. Apparently English couldn't wait. I don't think anyone learned anything that day. I cried all the way home. I watched the Television in shock as I got ready for work. And then we all watched at work. I prayed a lot that day, for answers to questions I didn't even know how to ask. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was reading an article, put out yesterday by President Thomas S. Monson, who was discussing how the destruction allowed us to spiritually rebuild. Before discussing the article, I'd have to say, it helped us spiritually rebuild, but, for a brief moment, we were solidified as a nation in a way I haven't ever felt before. In the article, President Monson reminds us that our Heavenly Father's comment to us is unwavering. He softens our winters, and brightens our summers. He has promised us that He will never change. It is us, His children that are less faithful. We are vain, frail, and foolish, and sometimes we neglect our Heavenly Father. We sometimes forget to talk with Him through prayer, or to obey His commandments, which will make us happy. It seems that we, or maybe it's just me, have an easier time remembering Him and to pray to Him in times of disaster or calamity. And then we are quick to forget Him when things are well. Our Heavenly Father would rather us be consistent. As I remember September 11th, and what it means to me... I have thought about my relationship with my Heavenly Father. And I have made a personal commitment to be more Christlike, to pray more diligently, and to do that things that He would have me do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5854170160083894133-7592300665546760189?l=bncsmithson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bncsmithson.blogspot.com/feeds/7592300665546760189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5854170160083894133&amp;postID=7592300665546760189' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854170160083894133/posts/default/7592300665546760189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854170160083894133/posts/default/7592300665546760189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bncsmithson.blogspot.com/2011/09/we-will-never-forget.html' title='We Will Never Forget...'/><author><name>Brandon and Camille Smithson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05243916756539978756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IyKrJv648_s/TTcvPE9C4tI/AAAAAAAAEIo/_sbSihh8IIk/S220/100_0008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n2NmIJ2Cjww/Tm5a014gThI/AAAAAAAAF6Y/9r2O-9XXocw/s72-c/911.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5854170160083894133.post-5871051750931649515</id><published>2011-09-10T13:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T18:27:38.590-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family fun'/><title type='text'>Hall of Flame</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;For Labor Day, our family decided to check out the Hall of Flame Museum in Phoenix (by the zoo). I didn't know about the museum until just recently, and was excited to take my kids somewhere new. They have tons of fire wagons and trucks in the museum, some of them extremely old. We had fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When you walk in, the first area is all very old fire wagons. Most of them are American, but they had some from other countries as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lL5oygW1aRE/TmvMlO9XVZI/AAAAAAAAF6Q/64DOP0a7408/s1600/069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650835097509123474" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lL5oygW1aRE/TmvMlO9XVZI/AAAAAAAAF6Q/64DOP0a7408/s320/069.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love this picture of Noelle. She was running (which is not allowed or advised in the museum) and everything is blurry but her. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Zw4_dQfd9Qw/TmvMky4LqXI/AAAAAAAAF6I/V5bExKowlo0/s1600/072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650835089971194226" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Zw4_dQfd9Qw/TmvMky4LqXI/AAAAAAAAF6I/V5bExKowlo0/s320/072.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You are also suppose to keep your hands off the exhibits... which I was clearly strict about. Well, after this picture and the lecture I got from the museum worker, I was definitely more strict. This was a wagon that had manual pump, which Melanie is working... Very neat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Dlm4t0a4enQ/TmvI8GA3WiI/AAAAAAAAF6A/Edb7c3lMrFQ/s1600/073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650831092198365730" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Dlm4t0a4enQ/TmvI8GA3WiI/AAAAAAAAF6A/Edb7c3lMrFQ/s320/073.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is another wagon. I thought it was really pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NQk32LItotY/TmvI71PSMwI/AAAAAAAAF54/1kCfjidxRTg/s1600/076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650831087695442690" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NQk32LItotY/TmvI71PSMwI/AAAAAAAAF54/1kCfjidxRTg/s320/076.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The girls really enjoyed the horse (even if it was fake). Melanie asked Dad, "Why does the horse have a blind fold on?". Too cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zGKUqyzVZ9Q/TmvI7kWsB5I/AAAAAAAAF5w/iIgdUcf5j-U/s1600/078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650831083163092882" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zGKUqyzVZ9Q/TmvI7kWsB5I/AAAAAAAAF5w/iIgdUcf5j-U/s320/078.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Eventually we got to the trucks! Dad really enjoyed this. He kept checking out the engines. You could say it was right up his alley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-byUdwDT9J64/TmvIABczVcI/AAAAAAAAF5o/5qEHngiqnH8/s1600/080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650830060181214658" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-byUdwDT9J64/TmvIABczVcI/AAAAAAAAF5o/5qEHngiqnH8/s320/080.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We saw some really cute fire fighters there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yX5G_U6RK4U/TmvH_8_1QhI/AAAAAAAAF5g/OLK7mgT1B58/s1600/087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650830058985964050" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yX5G_U6RK4U/TmvH_8_1QhI/AAAAAAAAF5g/OLK7mgT1B58/s320/087.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NoLB1t9lDyk/TmvHXqVJfHI/AAAAAAAAF5Y/9I24DJqCo-k/s1600/089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650829366780329074" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NoLB1t9lDyk/TmvHXqVJfHI/AAAAAAAAF5Y/9I24DJqCo-k/s320/089.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0zakzfLxcPM/TmvHXENh-RI/AAAAAAAAF5Q/CmmT9wmLTJI/s1600/091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650829356547832082" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0zakzfLxcPM/TmvHXENh-RI/AAAAAAAAF5Q/CmmT9wmLTJI/s320/091.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P9tznn3LNac/TmvGx4WeiMI/AAAAAAAAF5I/5y0fqlHIwWU/s1600/093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650828717708970178" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P9tznn3LNac/TmvGx4WeiMI/AAAAAAAAF5I/5y0fqlHIwWU/s320/093.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We saw some fire trucks that are typically in parades. If you ever wonder where they store the old fire trucks for parades at... wonder no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f-i-9jcoBlE/TmvGZfT3UBI/AAAAAAAAF5A/rwJr-5l2t4A/s1600/096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650828298670264338" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f-i-9jcoBlE/TmvGZfT3UBI/AAAAAAAAF5A/rwJr-5l2t4A/s320/096.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There was a kid area where the kids were welcome to touch without getting yelled at. I let them touch away! Here they are, driving to fight a fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--sk9nbhOawk/TmvGIpYMpiI/AAAAAAAAF44/t5TuXoLAsm4/s1600/100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650828009315018274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--sk9nbhOawk/TmvGIpYMpiI/AAAAAAAAF44/t5TuXoLAsm4/s320/100.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fKz9_u-fQ_w/TmvD4LrM9uI/AAAAAAAAF4Y/uMbjoyzXkA0/s1600/101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650825527440504546" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fKz9_u-fQ_w/TmvD4LrM9uI/AAAAAAAAF4Y/uMbjoyzXkA0/s320/101.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Melanie took this picture of her daddy. I think she did a good job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fkuc7aXlR0s/TmvD39_qu-I/AAAAAAAAF4Q/I91OQgLuBiU/s1600/103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650825523768245218" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fkuc7aXlR0s/TmvD39_qu-I/AAAAAAAAF4Q/I91OQgLuBiU/s320/103.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He's my hero!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LXAu3g6aBi4/TmvD3gvLSFI/AAAAAAAAF4I/Yp-qy289BBc/s1600/119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650825515914446930" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LXAu3g6aBi4/TmvD3gvLSFI/AAAAAAAAF4I/Yp-qy289BBc/s320/119.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Now that we have tried the museum out, I have to say, it was a lot of fun. It's a fairly cheap museum to get in to, and there is a lot of things to look at. Just remember... no touching! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/5854170160083894133-5871051750931649515?l=bncsmithson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bncsmithson.blogspot.com/feeds/5871051750931649515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5854170160083894133&amp;postID=5871051750931649515' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854170160083894133/posts/default/5871051750931649515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854170160083894133/posts/default/5871051750931649515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bncsmithson.blogspot.com/2011/09/hall-of-flame.html' title='Hall of Flame'/><author><name>Brandon and Camille Smithson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05243916756539978756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IyKrJv648_s/TTcvPE9C4tI/AAAAAAAAEIo/_sbSihh8IIk/S220/100_0008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lL5oygW1aRE/TmvMlO9XVZI/AAAAAAAAF6Q/64DOP0a7408/s72-c/069.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5854170160083894133.post-2543062464622650547</id><published>2011-09-07T13:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T20:54:07.387-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Melanie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Noelle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art projects'/><title type='text'>Rainbows</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Boy is it HOT outside! I think mother nature forgot to turn off the heater this year, because it's just miserable outside. So... the girls and I decided to make a bunch of rainbows, with the desire to influence the weather a bit. It didn't work, but we still had fun. Here are the rainbows we made.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SKqCv007JpU/Tmg3LSF5sSI/AAAAAAAAF4A/MxB4zwZvO0o/s1600/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649826399510966562" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SKqCv007JpU/Tmg3LSF5sSI/AAAAAAAAF4A/MxB4zwZvO0o/s320/009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I thought this one was super cute and a fun idea... until I went to check on Melanie during a nap and found her with one of the ribbons tied around her neck. She was fine, but that's not that point. She apparently wanted a choker like Princess Cinderella. (Thank you yet again Disney!) To say it freaked me out would be an understatement. Needless to say, I will not be hanging anymore long ribbons in Melanie's room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fmJ8ndcFd0M/Tmg2aWiM1rI/AAAAAAAAF34/wifZYMLO4pA/s1600/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649825558889813682" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fmJ8ndcFd0M/Tmg2aWiM1rI/AAAAAAAAF34/wifZYMLO4pA/s320/012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love this rainbow collage. Both girls got to make one. This one just so happens to be Noelle's. I had Noelle help me rip all the paper and sort all the "stuff" while Melanie was at school. This was a ton of fun to make, and definitely lightens up their rooms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BU3wefHo3BA/TmfWWd6J0fI/AAAAAAAAF3g/HGZuFp2YPdg/s1600/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649719939033584114" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BU3wefHo3BA/TmfWWd6J0fI/AAAAAAAAF3g/HGZuFp2YPdg/s320/005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is a closer view. Isn't that fun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nb7KpJ_q5QI/TmfWV_MXuQI/AAAAAAAAF3Y/vIgtFMqU2P8/s1600/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649719930788493570" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nb7KpJ_q5QI/TmfWV_MXuQI/AAAAAAAAF3Y/vIgtFMqU2P8/s320/006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Since making rainbows didn't seem to work for us, we decided to EAT rainbows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A_nZxTFesu8/TmfWVqM2GLI/AAAAAAAAF3Q/48CfdELF9DU/s1600/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649719925153339570" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A_nZxTFesu8/TmfWVqM2GLI/AAAAAAAAF3Q/48CfdELF9DU/s320/002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Yes, those are blue fruit loops, but blueberries are just NOT in season).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VW8wd4Up_5A/TmfWVWsTycI/AAAAAAAAF3I/2QQ6uR3fGUc/s1600/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649719919916599746" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VW8wd4Up_5A/TmfWVWsTycI/AAAAAAAAF3I/2QQ6uR3fGUc/s320/004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then we put the two together. We could color with rainbow colors on to a rainbow cake... surely this would inspire rain... right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GGBbIaSYxdg/TmfSAL5ABWI/AAAAAAAAF3A/4w9K3Qicljo/s1600/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649715158193276258" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GGBbIaSYxdg/TmfSAL5ABWI/AAAAAAAAF3A/4w9K3Qicljo/s320/006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u0dQod9spp0/TmfR_xjRSJI/AAAAAAAAF24/FROpUSRF6Qs/s1600/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649715151122811026" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u0dQod9spp0/TmfR_xjRSJI/AAAAAAAAF24/FROpUSRF6Qs/s320/011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Rs0_XZWd0oI/TmfR_pdQiII/AAAAAAAAF2w/0vVEe4o5zc0/s1600/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649715148950112386" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Rs0_XZWd0oI/TmfR_pdQiII/AAAAAAAAF2w/0vVEe4o5zc0/s320/013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, it didn't work... but it was beautiful, and did taste good!&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2BbTAYblxFU/TmfR_DyrluI/AAAAAAAAF2o/DSvyrNNaEG8/s1600/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649715138839418594" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2BbTAYblxFU/TmfR_DyrluI/AAAAAAAAF2o/DSvyrNNaEG8/s320/016.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We also listened to the song "It's Raining" in the car, everywhere we went. Melanie was certain this would inspire the rain. It may have been counter productive though... screaming "Rain Rain Go Away, Come Again Another Day" while driving down the road probably didn't help our cause! But, it sure was fun!&lt;/div&gt;&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/5854170160083894133-2543062464622650547?l=bncsmithson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bncsmithson.blogspot.com/feeds/2543062464622650547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5854170160083894133&amp;postID=2543062464622650547' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854170160083894133/posts/default/2543062464622650547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854170160083894133/posts/default/2543062464622650547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bncsmithson.blogspot.com/2011/09/rainbows.html' title='Rainbows'/><author><name>Brandon and Camille Smithson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05243916756539978756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IyKrJv648_s/TTcvPE9C4tI/AAAAAAAAEIo/_sbSihh8IIk/S220/100_0008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SKqCv007JpU/Tmg3LSF5sSI/AAAAAAAAF4A/MxB4zwZvO0o/s72-c/009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5854170160083894133.post-4200852329991400358</id><published>2011-09-06T17:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T19:40:34.338-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='camping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family fun'/><title type='text'>We Are Family!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This past weekend was the Smithson Family Reunion. The reunion actually ran the entire weekend; however, our family was only able to go for a Saturday day trip. The reunion was just north of Payson, and beautiful! Even though it was short, we had a ton of fun! When we got there, the rest of the family was heading out to Fossil Creek. I didn't pack bathing suites, or really, adequate clothing for getting wet, so we stayed behind and played with Grandpa and Grandma Smithson.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y-kmqbujVaw/TmbNgd-fACI/AAAAAAAAF2g/T4BC4QUZ9ik/s1600/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649428740269080610" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y-kmqbujVaw/TmbNgd-fACI/AAAAAAAAF2g/T4BC4QUZ9ik/s320/001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Melanie enjoyed riding all her cousins bikes in their absence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YgPYYGLT7ko/TmbNgFxjtEI/AAAAAAAAF2Y/A0V8bLPpj-0/s1600/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649428733772411970" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YgPYYGLT7ko/TmbNgFxjtEI/AAAAAAAAF2Y/A0V8bLPpj-0/s320/002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And she loved showing her sister around as they wondered the forest. (supervised, of course)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TctsuGyw0F8/TmbLJ5jPJtI/AAAAAAAAF2Q/sY_cGZOc_HY/s1600/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649426153510741714" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TctsuGyw0F8/TmbLJ5jPJtI/AAAAAAAAF2Q/sY_cGZOc_HY/s320/007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I think Noelle's favorite part of the trip was all the random treats she was given.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xl-CPEmTyaE/TmbLJp1S4iI/AAAAAAAAF2I/JOY-lzMIWM0/s1600/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649426149291516450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xl-CPEmTyaE/TmbLJp1S4iI/AAAAAAAAF2I/JOY-lzMIWM0/s320/011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Melanie got to wear Grandpa's "Sunshine" hat. She loves sun shines because I sing that song to her every day, so she was giddy to get to wear this hat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-iSMyvC3JQ/TmbLI7wn7fI/AAAAAAAAF2A/51Tmnqy1I1o/s1600/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649426136923893234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-iSMyvC3JQ/TmbLI7wn7fI/AAAAAAAAF2A/51Tmnqy1I1o/s320/013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U0tM0PXnyt0/TmbJ4Z2eJ1I/AAAAAAAAF14/XMC_YD2gnVo/s1600/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649424753432078162" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U0tM0PXnyt0/TmbJ4Z2eJ1I/AAAAAAAAF14/XMC_YD2gnVo/s320/014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When Grandpa and Grandma went to take a nap, Daddy took the girls for a ride in the Jeep... turns out they were ready for a nap as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xDge1x7rP94/TmbJ4K_2xAI/AAAAAAAAF1w/fNuw444HNNo/s1600/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649424749444908034" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xDge1x7rP94/TmbJ4K_2xAI/AAAAAAAAF1w/fNuw444HNNo/s320/016.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is Noelle... sneaking more treats! This time is was Oreos, and she ate them "undercover!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BuCqGo7xAkU/TmbJN7tn2HI/AAAAAAAAF1o/E3z7rpeTNlM/s1600/020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649424023787395186" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BuCqGo7xAkU/TmbJN7tn2HI/AAAAAAAAF1o/E3z7rpeTNlM/s320/020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love this picture of my family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ubp7B2ODvf8/TmbJNo5BW4I/AAAAAAAAF1g/1OyWYdxSA2Q/s1600/028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649424018734930818" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ubp7B2ODvf8/TmbJNo5BW4I/AAAAAAAAF1g/1OyWYdxSA2Q/s320/028.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This little man is my nephew, Justin. He was wearing "war paint" (or rather, he crashed in the dirt, but it didn't phase him). Eventually all the cousins came back and Melanie and Noelle got to really have fun! Melanie LOVED playing with her cousins! Noelle loved following them around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bdkeAqqtVBc/TmbIXf-UuVI/AAAAAAAAF1Y/09xQb3VfHVo/s1600/053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649423088628316498" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bdkeAqqtVBc/TmbIXf-UuVI/AAAAAAAAF1Y/09xQb3VfHVo/s320/053.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Daddy sure got a work out, pushing the kiddos back and forth in either this tractor, or on a bicycle. We love you daddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z6iMbobvJbM/TmbIXPf-NeI/AAAAAAAAF1Q/_LvN7x6nUFs/s1600/037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649423084206044642" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z6iMbobvJbM/TmbIXPf-NeI/AAAAAAAAF1Q/_LvN7x6nUFs/s320/037.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I think this is cute. Melanie decided to give Noelle a ride. It was funny, she couldn't turn it around, so after she did one pass, she just left Noelle in the tractor... waiting. Poor Noelle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qoKqyAaSWag/TmbH4OPSPLI/AAAAAAAAF1I/lpXtKksHNr4/s1600/040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649422551291673778" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qoKqyAaSWag/TmbH4OPSPLI/AAAAAAAAF1I/lpXtKksHNr4/s320/040.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Noelle's favorite thing was to attempt riding this tricycle. I think she would have succeeded, if it were on concrete. The rocks and twigs just made it too hard for her. I think it may be time to look into getting a tricycle for my baby girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HpFDjW_j1uY/TmbG_FF20QI/AAAAAAAAF1A/4aBVj0boe-c/s1600/049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649421569583665410" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HpFDjW_j1uY/TmbG_FF20QI/AAAAAAAAF1A/4aBVj0boe-c/s320/049.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is Melanie with a few of her cousins... just "hanging out!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Mu87N33_z3g/TmbDTiJVgNI/AAAAAAAAF04/Cm2Fqfu5vVU/s1600/057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649417522933760210" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Mu87N33_z3g/TmbDTiJVgNI/AAAAAAAAF04/Cm2Fqfu5vVU/s320/057.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And proof that I was there... (Not the most flattering proof. I had just handed the camera to Brandon and told him there better be at least one picture of me on this trip... and I'd preferred it if it were a decent one. And literally 2 seconds later, this picture was taken. Thanks honey!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nuR-0QNBkus/Tma_Z0UG5NI/AAAAAAAAF0g/2wD3D9FBQSc/s1600/058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649413232843482322" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nuR-0QNBkus/Tma_Z0UG5NI/AAAAAAAAF0g/2wD3D9FBQSc/s320/058.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Daddy and Noelle had fun hanging out together. Note: At this point, Noelle was completely covered in dirt! There was no point in cleaning her, it would only last a brief moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YyDniFCzPrw/Tma8rQa1t8I/AAAAAAAAF0A/RtxcZq61Sb0/s1600/059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649410233910802370" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YyDniFCzPrw/Tma8rQa1t8I/AAAAAAAAF0A/RtxcZq61Sb0/s320/059.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay, this is my Super Woman picture. Look closely, NO ONE is holding Noelle up, except Noelle! She just hung there. This is just crazy! It does certainly beat the "pole dancing" pictures I could have gotten from her. She also enjoyed dancing and swinging around the canopy poles, silly girl. to my relief, she wasn't the only one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DterkG0xl-0/Tma8q7UZ75I/AAAAAAAAFz4/w7ZI5sgc27c/s1600/061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649410228246671250" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DterkG0xl-0/Tma8q7UZ75I/AAAAAAAAFz4/w7ZI5sgc27c/s320/061.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And more proof that I was at the reunion. This one is more flattering. And yep, those two were the only pictures of me. This one was taken during dinner. We had some good food, thanks to my Sister in law, Amber, and her husband Tyler (Brandon's younger brother).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p5GSqd2k79g/Tma8qdyTjLI/AAAAAAAAFzw/XbtLueklrUA/s1600/063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649410220319018162" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p5GSqd2k79g/Tma8qdyTjLI/AAAAAAAAFzw/XbtLueklrUA/s320/063.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a ton of fun at the Smithson Reunion. Thank you Amilee (Brandon's younger sister), and Chad (her husband) for putting everything together! We really enjoyed ourselves!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/5854170160083894133-4200852329991400358?l=bncsmithson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bncsmithson.blogspot.com/feeds/4200852329991400358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5854170160083894133&amp;postID=4200852329991400358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854170160083894133/posts/default/4200852329991400358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854170160083894133/posts/default/4200852329991400358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bncsmithson.blogspot.com/2011/09/we-are-family.html' title='We Are Family!'/><author><name>Brandon and Camille Smithson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05243916756539978756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IyKrJv648_s/TTcvPE9C4tI/AAAAAAAAEIo/_sbSihh8IIk/S220/100_0008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y-kmqbujVaw/TmbNgd-fACI/AAAAAAAAF2g/T4BC4QUZ9ik/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5854170160083894133.post-972275093822390097</id><published>2011-09-05T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T12:04:34.044-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family fun'/><title type='text'>Pow!  Bam!  Zap!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is it a bird? Is it a plane? no!!! It's SUPERMAN! Here is the man of steel, crashing through a building! Not just any building, the Scottsdale library... where he and his crime fighting friends were on display until Friday. We were lucky enough to find out just in time to check it out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hjlOSxYE5P4/TmUZ--PCxyI/AAAAAAAAFzo/_Wlda_KjJng/s1600/073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648949877254833954" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hjlOSxYE5P4/TmUZ--PCxyI/AAAAAAAAFzo/_Wlda_KjJng/s320/073.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There were a few interactive things, and then a bunch of comic books on display. Melanie and Noelle had a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D5K9Hn0BNA4/TmUZ-mng99I/AAAAAAAAFzg/ROcCEd6ejuE/s1600/074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648949870915024850" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D5K9Hn0BNA4/TmUZ-mng99I/AAAAAAAAFzg/ROcCEd6ejuE/s320/074.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I think this was Melanie's favorite thing: The Kryptonite! It yelled "Hey, don't touch this, get away!" if you got near. It freaked her out, but she LOVED it! Goof Ball!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vn54YERO_Cs/TmUZ-QrBgpI/AAAAAAAAFzY/wjA5gYN4rD8/s1600/076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648949865024160402" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vn54YERO_Cs/TmUZ-QrBgpI/AAAAAAAAFzY/wjA5gYN4rD8/s320/076.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They also had costumes. Noelle liked the joker costume, and Melanie loved the superman cap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1ow3WeXTQNg/TmUZ-ElgFEI/AAAAAAAAFzQ/ItJ4d9UULno/s1600/078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648949861779772482" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1ow3WeXTQNg/TmUZ-ElgFEI/AAAAAAAAFzQ/ItJ4d9UULno/s320/078.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bpfs6orL0IA/TmUZ94g43WI/AAAAAAAAFzI/TMmXOjwLrAE/s1600/080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648949858539199842" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bpfs6orL0IA/TmUZ94g43WI/AAAAAAAAFzI/TMmXOjwLrAE/s320/080.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And this is when the battery on my camera died completely... so imagine adorable pictures of my girls in a phone booth, where they could change from being typical girls to crime fighters... Imagine Noelle and Melanie both dressed up as the Green Lantern... and finally Noelle, driving the Batman Mobile! Seriously! How did I miss all this stuff!?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a lot of fun. I had no idea the library had exhibits, but I'm really glad that I found this, and just in time! Thank you Scottsdale Library.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And if you are wondering, my kids have been walking around the house saying "BAM!" "POW!" "ZAP!" Ever since!&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/5854170160083894133-972275093822390097?l=bncsmithson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bncsmithson.blogspot.com/feeds/972275093822390097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5854170160083894133&amp;postID=972275093822390097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854170160083894133/posts/default/972275093822390097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854170160083894133/posts/default/972275093822390097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bncsmithson.blogspot.com/2011/09/pow-bam-zap.html' title='Pow!  Bam!  Zap!'/><author><name>Brandon and Camille Smithson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05243916756539978756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IyKrJv648_s/TTcvPE9C4tI/AAAAAAAAEIo/_sbSihh8IIk/S220/100_0008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hjlOSxYE5P4/TmUZ--PCxyI/AAAAAAAAFzo/_Wlda_KjJng/s72-c/073.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5854170160083894133.post-732332566675738367</id><published>2011-09-02T10:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T11:35:52.252-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Melanie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daddy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Noelle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mom'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Brandon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Someone is getting older! And we had to celebrate! Daddy!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Melanie was too funny, and started the day by "wrapping" up random items in her white blanket and giving them to Brandon as he was getting ready for the day. Some of the items included my shoes, her toys, a tea pot, Cinderella, and dress up shoes. Here he is so excited about his "new gift".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w4vA3fOzf6s/TmTXtXZA-oI/AAAAAAAAFzA/uWxnlXpXE6g/s1600/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648877007002466946" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w4vA3fOzf6s/TmTXtXZA-oI/AAAAAAAAFzA/uWxnlXpXE6g/s320/010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cinderella! It's what he always wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9MykYsDFQjk/TmTXs8IWebI/AAAAAAAAFy4/qgEMqnV3sgM/s1600/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648876999684815282" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9MykYsDFQjk/TmTXs8IWebI/AAAAAAAAFy4/qgEMqnV3sgM/s320/012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Melanie is waiting with another present for Dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mDbSpmrF0yU/TmTW3NdIJII/AAAAAAAAFyw/cc_AiAoE7Ks/s1600/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648876076622423170" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mDbSpmrF0yU/TmTW3NdIJII/AAAAAAAAFyw/cc_AiAoE7Ks/s320/014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Princess Shoes! (Brandon, I think I have the perfect accessories to go with those... don't worry, I'll share!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fgJhj1kKiyE/TmTW2gB9NeI/AAAAAAAAFyo/os5vZ4levAE/s1600/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648876064428864994" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fgJhj1kKiyE/TmTW2gB9NeI/AAAAAAAAFyo/os5vZ4levAE/s320/015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; While daddy was at work, we had to decorate! We made signs, blew up balloons, and cleaned EVERYTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vBSEdNJiLIY/TmTW2VxyOOI/AAAAAAAAFyg/8rP4oj95r2c/s1600/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648876061676681442" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vBSEdNJiLIY/TmTW2VxyOOI/AAAAAAAAFyg/8rP4oj95r2c/s320/016.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7bOrbl5wA2c/TmGqlBMnjrI/AAAAAAAAFyY/mKb18bH51j4/s1600/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647982960652553906" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7bOrbl5wA2c/TmGqlBMnjrI/AAAAAAAAFyY/mKb18bH51j4/s320/018.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AluogKG_F6c/TmGqk7KxggI/AAAAAAAAFyQ/vn0zIp1EWng/s1600/020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647982959034204674" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AluogKG_F6c/TmGqk7KxggI/AAAAAAAAFyQ/vn0zIp1EWng/s320/020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the gift the girls gave their daddy! It was too fun. And of course, they wanted him to share!&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vov9ZV5R314/TmGqkq1kRcI/AAAAAAAAFyI/O5nRJtKEWmU/s1600/023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647982954650289602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vov9ZV5R314/TmGqkq1kRcI/AAAAAAAAFyI/O5nRJtKEWmU/s320/023.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6ORJSIXZWck/TmGpXYD_kiI/AAAAAAAAFyA/LrM9jsTb-Dg/s1600/025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647981626760598050" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6ORJSIXZWck/TmGpXYD_kiI/AAAAAAAAFyA/LrM9jsTb-Dg/s320/025.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Daddy was really excited when he got home and saw all the decorations (and gifts!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k_lRxGL7cV0/TmGpW6DlAwI/AAAAAAAAFx4/MwnvVVP-jWU/s1600/032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647981618705793794" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k_lRxGL7cV0/TmGpW6DlAwI/AAAAAAAAFx4/MwnvVVP-jWU/s320/032.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had also made party hats, and after dinner, we put them on and had DESSERT! (Daddy wanted strawberry shortcake. It was funny, because Melanie got all excited when she heard we were making strawberry shortcake. But while we were making it, she got really upset. Turns out, she thought we were making daddy a cake that looked LIKE Strawberry Shortcake, the character. Eventually she came around, but of course, that wasn't until she tried the dessert.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nquwLdeoETc/TmGpWoZXE3I/AAAAAAAAFxw/5sYtoRMoV0U/s1600/041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647981613965316978" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nquwLdeoETc/TmGpWoZXE3I/AAAAAAAAFxw/5sYtoRMoV0U/s320/041.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think we were a good looking group in our party hats!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YV8byE1SvJo/TmEkmGNmS1I/AAAAAAAAFxQ/MpAFAOL61MI/s1600/045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647835644620589906" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YV8byE1SvJo/TmEkmGNmS1I/AAAAAAAAFxQ/MpAFAOL61MI/s320/045.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7ihVtXSKFkM/TmEklgfbNXI/AAAAAAAAFxA/JecPEwTZgmM/s1600/047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647835634494813554" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7ihVtXSKFkM/TmEklgfbNXI/AAAAAAAAFxA/JecPEwTZgmM/s320/047.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mDRJcyXYeKg/TmEj-xmMfQI/AAAAAAAAFw4/vAaNbEws4MQ/s1600/048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647834969071713538" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mDRJcyXYeKg/TmEj-xmMfQI/AAAAAAAAFw4/vAaNbEws4MQ/s320/048.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And posing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LEyGFH0IyCM/TmEj-Se5ymI/AAAAAAAAFww/NL9MpLvWodY/s1600/049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647834960719628898" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LEyGFH0IyCM/TmEj-Se5ymI/AAAAAAAAFww/NL9MpLvWodY/s320/049.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yum! Noelle approves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v6oKs-T_yY8/TmET-NdvscI/AAAAAAAAFwA/XhDuaDCFLJE/s1600/055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647817367186551234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v6oKs-T_yY8/TmET-NdvscI/AAAAAAAAFwA/XhDuaDCFLJE/s320/055.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And so does Melanie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D-of7vxa1PE/TmET9_rQqCI/AAAAAAAAFv4/ZDEItwSOHnU/s1600/056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647817363485141026" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D-of7vxa1PE/TmET9_rQqCI/AAAAAAAAFv4/ZDEItwSOHnU/s320/056.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Happy Birthday Daddy! We sure do love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lZTPKLy-bVk/TmET9FA9bHI/AAAAAAAAFvw/pW2fdU4IXVw/s1600/062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647817347738463346" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lZTPKLy-bVk/TmET9FA9bHI/AAAAAAAAFvw/pW2fdU4IXVw/s320/062.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/5854170160083894133-732332566675738367?l=bncsmithson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bncsmithson.blogspot.com/feeds/732332566675738367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5854170160083894133&amp;postID=732332566675738367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854170160083894133/posts/default/732332566675738367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854170160083894133/posts/default/732332566675738367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bncsmithson.blogspot.com/2011/09/happy-birthday-brandon.html' title='Happy Birthday Brandon'/><author><name>Brandon and Camille Smithson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05243916756539978756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IyKrJv648_s/TTcvPE9C4tI/AAAAAAAAEIo/_sbSihh8IIk/S220/100_0008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w4vA3fOzf6s/TmTXtXZA-oI/AAAAAAAAFzA/uWxnlXpXE6g/s72-c/010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5854170160083894133.post-1327253339156261611</id><published>2011-08-28T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T18:49:42.917-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Melanie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Noelle'/><title type='text'>Kid Talk</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's that time again... for me to record some of the crazy and fun things that my girls have been saying or doing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Melanie!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q_x9lBQBefk/TlrmzCz_yEI/AAAAAAAAFvQ/cd6VP0rDkd0/s1600/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646078847465015362" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q_x9lBQBefk/TlrmzCz_yEI/AAAAAAAAFvQ/cd6VP0rDkd0/s320/004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After trying her shoe on my foot the other day, Melanie says to me "You must be the ugly step sister!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*****&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One morning, at breakfast, Melanie says to me: "MOM! My room is a disaster!" (This was news to me because we had spent quite a bit of time cleaning it up the night before) and then she follows it by saying "I disastered it this morning"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*****&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is a conversation I had with Melanie while she was suppose to be sleeping, in her room, and I was in the living room on the couch. Melanie: "Mom, can I sleep with some socks on?" Me: "Sure!" Melanie: "Good, because my feet hurt. That helps my body, even if I don't have a baby in my tummy." Pause "Mom, you have a baby in your tummy, so your feet always hurt... you should put some socks on."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*****&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is a conversation I had with Melanie while she was eating breakfast and I was cleaning up the dishes one morning. Melanie: "Mom! Clean the Floors!" Me: "excuse me?" Melanie (in a much sweeter voice): "Can you clean the floors please?" Pause... Me: "Why don't you ask your father?" Melanie (no hesitation): "Because he isn't Cinderella" (Note, Brandon was home and laughing pretty hard in the other room)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*****&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Mom, Can we do an art project that is *NOT* messy today?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*****&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"My sister is getting so big, what happened???" Pause "Don't worry mommy, I'll get little after I grow slowly. I promise".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*****&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lunch a few days ago was extremely chaotic. Melanie was doing something that was making Noelle scream "No"... and then they would both giggle. I tell them "wow, you are the loudest kids on the planet". To which Melanie responds (without hesitation) "Well mom, you *did* get us from the crazy fish store". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*****&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;While I was tucking Melanie into bed for a nap yesterday, she says "Mom, I'm not a toy, but you can play with me!" I informed her that I would! Definitely! After her nap!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*****&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Melanie is obsessed with getting married and sealed in the temple. She has informed me that she is going to marry me, so we can be sealed together. I told her we are already sealed, but she still insists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Noelle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O-tZssjzRUA/Tlrmy_hfIFI/AAAAAAAAFvI/E0HsBqZ8_8A/s1600/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646078846582071378" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O-tZssjzRUA/Tlrmy_hfIFI/AAAAAAAAFvI/E0HsBqZ8_8A/s320/012.JPG" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I took her over to a friends house recently, and while playing, Noelle found a toy frying pan, and proceeded to beat me over the head with it. This is when I decided my kids have clearly watched Tangled TOO many time!&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;We had my nephew, CJ, over for a few days. CJ is 15 months old, and very noisy. At dinner on one of the nights he was over, we were feeding them missionaries. CJ was screaming, when Noelle looks over at them, and with a finger to him mouth, says "SHHHH!!!!" Then giggled.&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;This is a conversation I overheard between Melanie and Noelle: Melanie (showing Noelle a picture): "This is the Temple!" Noelle: "Yeah!" Melanie: "Will you get married there?" Noelle: "YEAH!"&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;On Melanie's first day of school, Poor Noelle cried "Melanie" the whole way home. It broke my heart, but is evident she truly loves her sister!&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;I gave the girls peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and cantaloupe for lunch the other day. After Noelle had eaten half her sandwich and 4 slices of cantaloupe, she says "cantaloupe please". I tell her she has to eat more of her sandwich first. She picks up her sandwich, licks it, puts it down, and says "More cantaloupe please!"&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;Noelle is picky about her clothing... down to her DIAPER. She insists, she has to have a puppy on her diaper, and when I run out of those, it's not good!&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE my girls!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5854170160083894133-1327253339156261611?l=bncsmithson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bncsmithson.blogspot.com/feeds/1327253339156261611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5854170160083894133&amp;postID=1327253339156261611' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854170160083894133/posts/default/1327253339156261611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854170160083894133/posts/default/1327253339156261611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bncsmithson.blogspot.com/2011/08/kid-talk.html' title='Kid Talk'/><author><name>Brandon and Camille Smithson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05243916756539978756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IyKrJv648_s/TTcvPE9C4tI/AAAAAAAAEIo/_sbSihh8IIk/S220/100_0008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q_x9lBQBefk/TlrmzCz_yEI/AAAAAAAAFvQ/cd6VP0rDkd0/s72-c/004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5854170160083894133.post-9061410041223438170</id><published>2011-08-27T10:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T11:02:52.561-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family fun'/><title type='text'>A Few Fun Holidays</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We have had some fun with some fun national food holidays lately. Wednesday was National Waffle Day. So... we had waffles for dinner. Yum!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wHuPbhz3SX4/TlkvkAWpKCI/AAAAAAAAFvA/9_cZ9XBxU20/s1600/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645595903502395426" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wHuPbhz3SX4/TlkvkAWpKCI/AAAAAAAAFvA/9_cZ9XBxU20/s320/012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And if you are going to do waffles... might as well add fresh strawberries and whipped cream, right? It was definitely a holiday worth savoring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JIHUeoS0rZY/TlkvjyrZtZI/AAAAAAAAFu4/9ixTai3ts0w/s1600/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645595899831367058" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JIHUeoS0rZY/TlkvjyrZtZI/AAAAAAAAFu4/9ixTai3ts0w/s320/009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t-ztEErBWCg/TlkvjQiYdOI/AAAAAAAAFuw/hG4zC2B7pmE/s1600/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645595890666730722" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t-ztEErBWCg/TlkvjQiYdOI/AAAAAAAAFuw/hG4zC2B7pmE/s320/010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And yesterday was National Cherry Popsicle Day! (yes, there is a holiday for that). It's so incredibly hot outside lately, that a Popsicle is a great idea. And the girls agreed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-69Q877xiq3Q/Tlktljv3NdI/AAAAAAAAFuo/HFb98P8TegQ/s1600/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645593731160028626" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-69Q877xiq3Q/Tlktljv3NdI/AAAAAAAAFuo/HFb98P8TegQ/s320/003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_D56WQNMYw4/TlktlCgGoWI/AAAAAAAAFug/Wee-Q664QWs/s1600/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645593722235560290" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_D56WQNMYw4/TlktlCgGoWI/AAAAAAAAFug/Wee-Q664QWs/s320/005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (We did Popsicles outside because of the mess they make. And if you are going to do Popsicles outside, you might as well add water and mud for extra fun! The girls were covered!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sXps9oZTIvQ/TlktlLu-S7I/AAAAAAAAFuY/Burcq7POyjA/s1600/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645593724713847730" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sXps9oZTIvQ/TlktlLu-S7I/AAAAAAAAFuY/Burcq7POyjA/s320/008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We can't wait for the next fun food holiday! :) (P.S. It's not too late to get a Popsicle... you can celebrate belatedly!)&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/5854170160083894133-9061410041223438170?l=bncsmithson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bncsmithson.blogspot.com/feeds/9061410041223438170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5854170160083894133&amp;postID=9061410041223438170' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854170160083894133/posts/default/9061410041223438170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854170160083894133/posts/default/9061410041223438170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bncsmithson.blogspot.com/2011/08/few-fun-holidays.html' title='A Few Fun Holidays'/><author><name>Brandon and Camille Smithson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05243916756539978756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IyKrJv648_s/TTcvPE9C4tI/AAAAAAAAEIo/_sbSihh8IIk/S220/100_0008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wHuPbhz3SX4/TlkvkAWpKCI/AAAAAAAAFvA/9_cZ9XBxU20/s72-c/012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5854170160083894133.post-8724915897657871996</id><published>2011-08-27T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T10:40:57.513-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Melanie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>School!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Melanie started school! (Preschool!) I have been slacking on posting about her first day of school, because I was planning to throw her a back to school party. But then we ended up going to several birthday parties and family get togethers over that week, it just didn't happen. (And with Brandon's birthday next week, it seems weird to do it now. But, ironically, I have all the "stuff", so I'll have to do it sometime. It will just have to be a surprise of some sort). Anyhow, Melanie started school on August 16th! It's 2 days a week, right around the corner from my house, and she already had a friend in the class prior to the first day. She had NO problems going! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This year she has to have a backpack, so I got to take a cute "first day of school with my backpack" picture. Isn't she adorable?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gEyx1CNz6NU/Tlkp7aLPJhI/AAAAAAAAFuQ/PCn7M3hd7YM/s1600/027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645589708501100050" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gEyx1CNz6NU/Tlkp7aLPJhI/AAAAAAAAFuQ/PCn7M3hd7YM/s320/027.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KMjUj5Cnf2k/Tlkp7L6079I/AAAAAAAAFuI/hk81xyuHZRM/s1600/028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645589704674176978" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KMjUj5Cnf2k/Tlkp7L6079I/AAAAAAAAFuI/hk81xyuHZRM/s320/028.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She loved her first day. She learned the letter "T", sang songs, played games, and just have a fun time! Later in the day, we baked... and both of the girls did all their baking with their backpacks on. It was just too cute from the back side. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5avHZzam7qo/TlkpTBev8mI/AAAAAAAAFuA/_jtHYAI-aCo/s1600/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645589014677287522" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5avHZzam7qo/TlkpTBev8mI/AAAAAAAAFuA/_jtHYAI-aCo/s320/002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; For the first 4 classes, they brought teddy bears to school with them. Yesterday, the bears graduated from preschool (with a little ceremony) and then the kids went on a bear hunt. She was an official bear hunter. Too fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H9N4jT9r2PY/TlkpS0DRbEI/AAAAAAAAFt4/kBwe0jSCtmQ/s1600/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645589011072379970" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H9N4jT9r2PY/TlkpS0DRbEI/AAAAAAAAFt4/kBwe0jSCtmQ/s320/002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She got to do show and tell this week. She brought a Fancy Nancy book, her tutu, and her Curious George monkey to class to show everyone. So far, Melanie has really enjoyed preschool. Noelle is sad when Melanie is gone, but I think she is getting use to the idea of having mom all to herself for a few hours twice a week. &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/5854170160083894133-8724915897657871996?l=bncsmithson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bncsmithson.blogspot.com/feeds/8724915897657871996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5854170160083894133&amp;postID=8724915897657871996' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854170160083894133/posts/default/8724915897657871996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854170160083894133/posts/default/8724915897657871996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bncsmithson.blogspot.com/2011/08/school.html' title='School!'/><author><name>Brandon and Camille Smithson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05243916756539978756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IyKrJv648_s/TTcvPE9C4tI/AAAAAAAAEIo/_sbSihh8IIk/S220/100_0008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gEyx1CNz6NU/Tlkp7aLPJhI/AAAAAAAAFuQ/PCn7M3hd7YM/s72-c/027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5854170160083894133.post-1645311738439548502</id><published>2011-08-23T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T21:28:29.363-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Melanie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Noelle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art projects'/><title type='text'>A Little Redecorating</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today I decided it was time to change the front room a little. It has been red, white, and blue since Flag Day (June 14th) and I just wanted a little change. But... it's too hot outside to put up Fall Decor. I just couldn't put up colorful leaves and pumpkins when I felt like I was dying of heat exhaustion loading people in the car. So... I decided to go with a "back to school" theme. I had the girls help me with a lot of the decorations. We made apples!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;First we used an apple to stamp some beautiful pictures. Noelle especially liked this activity. I think she stamped twice as many apples on twice as many pieces of paper. Melanie's favorite colors are pink and red (because of her hair) so she made the red apples. Noelle's favorite colors are green and purple, so it was fitting that she made the green apples.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UzL5PRPwStM/TlR7B0zx-UI/AAAAAAAAFts/y5_K8yywols/s1600/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644271504287988034" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UzL5PRPwStM/TlR7B0zx-UI/AAAAAAAAFts/y5_K8yywols/s320/001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aren't they fun? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fsP0bvcNQNI/TlR6qyfJn2I/AAAAAAAAFtk/l3J2BxJHWLE/s1600/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644271108527595362" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fsP0bvcNQNI/TlR6qyfJn2I/AAAAAAAAFtk/l3J2BxJHWLE/s320/004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Next, I had the kiddos marble paint (with shaving cream and paint) on some apples I cut out while they were napping. I think they both loved this activity. They were both given 18 apples to paint, and Noelle had hers done in about half the time as Melanie. Melanie enjoyed feeling the shaving cream in her hands. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NTb9Nm1f0Nw/TlR6VfTgUVI/AAAAAAAAFtc/cbu3UzN38Hc/s1600/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644270742601224530" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NTb9Nm1f0Nw/TlR6VfTgUVI/AAAAAAAAFtc/cbu3UzN38Hc/s320/005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had apples EVERYWHERE! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lgJvdLTu1bM/TlR4FL1N_UI/AAAAAAAAFtE/NmggMqUyz8o/s1600/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644268263472758082" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lgJvdLTu1bM/TlR4FL1N_UI/AAAAAAAAFtE/NmggMqUyz8o/s320/008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is what they looked like after they were done. I love this method of painting. I have great plans for fall leaves being painted this way (with more than one color!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q_zfsAUzJQ4/TlR2efnA0hI/AAAAAAAAFs8/2iNdb2yGj9M/s1600/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644266499255357970" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q_zfsAUzJQ4/TlR2efnA0hI/AAAAAAAAFs8/2iNdb2yGj9M/s320/013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Once again, Melanie did my red apples, Noelle did the green apples!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Iv3BcqhXMnI/TlR1ztgm5sI/AAAAAAAAFs0/sX3CZIdckl8/s1600/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644265764252214978" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Iv3BcqhXMnI/TlR1ztgm5sI/AAAAAAAAFs0/sX3CZIdckl8/s320/014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After the girls were done with their art projects, Mom got to do a little crafting of her own. I decided to make a little something to hang over my window with all these fun apples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zPMay8MvafU/TlR0KYb9hAI/AAAAAAAAFsc/ThR1WiEgLRc/s1600/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644263954709316610" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zPMay8MvafU/TlR0KYb9hAI/AAAAAAAAFsc/ThR1WiEgLRc/s320/015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I think it turned out pretty nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VUXcFicd9nU/TlR0J0-wsHI/AAAAAAAAFsU/HPcjRn9U_yI/s1600/017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644263945191600242" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VUXcFicd9nU/TlR0J0-wsHI/AAAAAAAAFsU/HPcjRn9U_yI/s320/017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uF6UChq5oks/TlRxyvj9c2I/AAAAAAAAFr0/vwkqklvc_aY/s1600/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644261349576766306" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uF6UChq5oks/TlRxyvj9c2I/AAAAAAAAFr0/vwkqklvc_aY/s320/018.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I made this fun wreathe last week, but it definitely goes with my "back to school" decor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OzI3FC3FKJs/TlRxyDgnjdI/AAAAAAAAFrs/QHLKYM1tlZw/s1600/019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644261337751588306" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OzI3FC3FKJs/TlRxyDgnjdI/AAAAAAAAFrs/QHLKYM1tlZw/s320/019.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And, of course, I had some fun artwork to frame and hang up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vVCaj4i4lA4/TlRviYQrDxI/AAAAAAAAFrM/qLqevUSMAng/s1600/020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644258869420691218" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vVCaj4i4lA4/TlRviYQrDxI/AAAAAAAAFrM/qLqevUSMAng/s320/020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And a ton more apples to use. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zBoTZ7_D79k/TlRviFJzDpI/AAAAAAAAFrE/FrMZUHFbadg/s1600/021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644258864291581586" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zBoTZ7_D79k/TlRviFJzDpI/AAAAAAAAFrE/FrMZUHFbadg/s320/021.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y71_FtUnPs4/TlRvhwLckHI/AAAAAAAAFq8/MySQwWc6-PM/s1600/022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644258858661351538" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y71_FtUnPs4/TlRvhwLckHI/AAAAAAAAFq8/MySQwWc6-PM/s320/022.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm already loving the change, but I think I need to figure out a few more little crafts for the girls and I to do with this theme. It's just too much fun! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/5854170160083894133-1645311738439548502?l=bncsmithson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bncsmithson.blogspot.com/feeds/1645311738439548502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5854170160083894133&amp;postID=1645311738439548502' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854170160083894133/posts/default/1645311738439548502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854170160083894133/posts/default/1645311738439548502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bncsmithson.blogspot.com/2011/08/little-redecorating.html' title='A Little Redecorating'/><author><name>Brandon and Camille Smithson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05243916756539978756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IyKrJv648_s/TTcvPE9C4tI/AAAAAAAAEIo/_sbSihh8IIk/S220/100_0008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UzL5PRPwStM/TlR7B0zx-UI/AAAAAAAAFts/y5_K8yywols/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5854170160083894133.post-4703749549039736756</id><published>2011-08-23T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T20:16:32.453-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family fun'/><title type='text'>Birthday Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Saturday was a special day... it was the day we were invited to &lt;strong&gt;2&lt;/strong&gt; birthday parties!!! And both of them were swimming parties. So, I wasn't really good at taking pictures and determining which picture was from which party, so I am just posting a few that I liked! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We went to Ethan's 1st birthday in the afternoon and played with cousins from the Willis family! We were so excited to get invited to Ethan's big day! He is such a stud! We just love them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then we went to Grandpa Smithson's birthday party. He turned &lt;strong&gt;65!&lt;/strong&gt; We got to play with all the Smithson cousins. It was a crazy collection of kiddos in that pool! (for sure).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644253359316378786" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XjdcF9EABpI/TlRqhphbpKI/AAAAAAAAFqM/aZ35Ntzh7Ws/s320/012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wlZeg4ppL74/TlRqg-fO2uI/AAAAAAAAFp8/qhjhdd6H1R4/s1600/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644253347764427490" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wlZeg4ppL74/TlRqg-fO2uI/AAAAAAAAFp8/qhjhdd6H1R4/s320/015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rCRPdHQKQTA/TlRpyKQk0iI/AAAAAAAAFp0/WbzkyNa7ADE/s1600/020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644252543470326306" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rCRPdHQKQTA/TlRpyKQk0iI/AAAAAAAAFp0/WbzkyNa7ADE/s320/020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5ao2UKHHMdM/TlRpx_UbHRI/AAAAAAAAFps/NZaM_JKy7E8/s1600/028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644252540533677330" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5ao2UKHHMdM/TlRpx_UbHRI/AAAAAAAAFps/NZaM_JKy7E8/s320/028.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The picture above is of Grandma Great holding cousin Charlie (who is currently the youngest member of the family) and sitting by here is Aunt Carol.&lt;br /&gt;The picture below is of my whole crazy family going down the water slide. Melanie first, followed by Brandon and Noelle! There is no fear in my family! (There is also no way you'll see me getting up there any time soon!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0eiI36_K9hY/TlRpxh7WwmI/AAAAAAAAFpk/4izZIYrC0n4/s1600/033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644252532643906146" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0eiI36_K9hY/TlRpxh7WwmI/AAAAAAAAFpk/4izZIYrC0n4/s320/033.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And the following picture is of all (but one) of the Smithson Cousins. Poor Aubrey was in a wardrobe change and didn't make it back in time for the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R0_M_5aO3gw/TlRpxFQ33fI/AAAAAAAAFpc/UgcAgvT6-DA/s1600/038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644252524949528050" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R0_M_5aO3gw/TlRpxFQ33fI/AAAAAAAAFpc/UgcAgvT6-DA/s320/038.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Happy Birthday Ethan and Happy Birthday Grandpa! We love you both and hope that you had wonderful birthdays!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5854170160083894133-4703749549039736756?l=bncsmithson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bncsmithson.blogspot.com/feeds/4703749549039736756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5854170160083894133&amp;postID=4703749549039736756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854170160083894133/posts/default/4703749549039736756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854170160083894133/posts/default/4703749549039736756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bncsmithson.blogspot.com/2011/08/birthday-fun.html' title='Birthday Fun'/><author><name>Brandon and Camille Smithson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05243916756539978756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IyKrJv648_s/TTcvPE9C4tI/AAAAAAAAEIo/_sbSihh8IIk/S220/100_0008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XjdcF9EABpI/TlRqhphbpKI/AAAAAAAAFqM/aZ35Ntzh7Ws/s72-c/012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5854170160083894133.post-1789788142772990139</id><published>2011-08-19T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T09:26:28.873-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='science experiment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Melanie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Noelle'/><title type='text'>Science Experiment: Making Crystals</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We started this experiment on Monday, and I posted the start. I'm happy to report... we MADE CRYSTALS! Noelle absolutely LOVED this experiment. Everyday she'd beg for me to show her the experiment (several times during the day). And every time I showed them to her, she'd look in and say "wow!" It was so cute. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, to recap, this is what it looks like on day 1:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dbt46fht800/Tk6M2KYAqDI/AAAAAAAAFo8/LO7FX4ejoUg/s1600/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642602245267695666" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dbt46fht800/Tk6M2KYAqDI/AAAAAAAAFo8/LO7FX4ejoUg/s320/007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is day 3. Crystals were forming everywhere (the pipe cleaner, the pencil, the cup), but there was still quite a bit of water left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NksTko7l9-o/Tk6M13IuFNI/AAAAAAAAFo0/6KnxFtxDzec/s1600/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642602240103290066" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NksTko7l9-o/Tk6M13IuFNI/AAAAAAAAFo0/6KnxFtxDzec/s320/004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And today (Day 5) we had LOTS of Crystals, and NO WATER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gjgrbDU0_J8/Tk6M1gOgQyI/AAAAAAAAFos/TlioIRs5wAQ/s1600/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642602233953534754" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gjgrbDU0_J8/Tk6M1gOgQyI/AAAAAAAAFos/TlioIRs5wAQ/s320/003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Noelle just freaked. She loved it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v0ncsQG90pk/Tk6M1de-zJI/AAAAAAAAFok/LWlbsMiU7ig/s1600/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642602233217338514" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v0ncsQG90pk/Tk6M1de-zJI/AAAAAAAAFok/LWlbsMiU7ig/s320/005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And so did her big sister, Melanie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TYD49zXDT4g/Tk6M1FsoOwI/AAAAAAAAFoc/zp_fvE3D53E/s1600/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642602226832128770" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TYD49zXDT4g/Tk6M1FsoOwI/AAAAAAAAFoc/zp_fvE3D53E/s320/008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I cleaned the cup (which was also covered in salt crystals) and the pencil. Then I was able to take the pipe cleaner off. It is currently hanging up in Melanie's room (at least for a few days). What a fun science experiment. Melanie has been really curious about evaporation and the weather. I know this didn't teach her anything about the weather or rain, but it did teach her something about evaporation. We had a long talk about where the water went. It was fun.&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/5854170160083894133-1789788142772990139?l=bncsmithson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bncsmithson.blogspot.com/feeds/1789788142772990139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5854170160083894133&amp;postID=1789788142772990139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854170160083894133/posts/default/1789788142772990139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854170160083894133/posts/default/1789788142772990139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bncsmithson.blogspot.com/2011/08/science-experiment-making-crystals.html' title='Science Experiment: Making Crystals'/><author><name>Brandon and Camille Smithson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05243916756539978756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IyKrJv648_s/TTcvPE9C4tI/AAAAAAAAEIo/_sbSihh8IIk/S220/100_0008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dbt46fht800/Tk6M2KYAqDI/AAAAAAAAFo8/LO7FX4ejoUg/s72-c/007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5854170160083894133.post-6217098680852539923</id><published>2011-08-17T19:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T19:32:07.686-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='science experiment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Melanie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Noelle'/><title type='text'>Science Experiment: Walking Water</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I asked Melanie "Do you think water can walk?" Without hesitation, she tells me yes! Smart girl. Of course, she probably was saying yes because we talk about leaving the water "running" all the time. We decided to do a science experiment to see if water could walk from one cup to another... down "stairs" (and since I don't actually have stairs in my house, we settled for books).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What you need to pull this off is two cups, one full of water, one completely empty, and a paper towel. I colored my water to make it a little easier to see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jtJ4VLXPUEg/Tkx2L-x2iwI/AAAAAAAAFoU/IX7-yDR4hsE/s1600/021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642014381391121154" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jtJ4VLXPUEg/Tkx2L-x2iwI/AAAAAAAAFoU/IX7-yDR4hsE/s320/021.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At first, the girls just wanted to sit and watch the water "walk", but I had to explain to them that it happens really slow. We decided to paint while we waited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FHFqzrVuQsA/Tkx136Pi3pI/AAAAAAAAFoM/qdHabd_3zjM/s1600/024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642014036576099986" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FHFqzrVuQsA/Tkx136Pi3pI/AAAAAAAAFoM/qdHabd_3zjM/s320/024.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was really fun to have the girls sitting their painting while the experiment was going on. Every once in a while, Melanie would look up and say "WOW! Mom! Look! It's almost all gone" And usually "take a picture!!!" (if you have any idea how many pictures I now have of two cups of water, you'd laugh... no seriously!) Noelle would get excited and shout "water" as well. They love their experiments!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jT70CYAyQCE/Tkx13UMxX0I/AAAAAAAAFoE/JvudgKcfGWQ/s1600/036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642014026363920194" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jT70CYAyQCE/Tkx13UMxX0I/AAAAAAAAFoE/JvudgKcfGWQ/s320/036.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At this point, Melanie tells me that it looks like a slide! I told her it was kind of like a slide. Like when she goes on a slide, she has to go up the stairs... the water does this through capillary action. Then she goes down the slide. This is gravity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QNSCBc9p7sA/Tkx13O5yukI/AAAAAAAAFn8/SBQe_wzXGKk/s1600/075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642014024942139970" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QNSCBc9p7sA/Tkx13O5yukI/AAAAAAAAFn8/SBQe_wzXGKk/s320/075.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This revelation lead to lots of fun with the slide in the living room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3LKE1eTITLI/Tkx124q97TI/AAAAAAAAFn0/1l5BY7zyNdU/s1600/057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642014018974379314" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3LKE1eTITLI/Tkx124q97TI/AAAAAAAAFn0/1l5BY7zyNdU/s320/057.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n4cX8gD-Cfc/Tkx12oGKs-I/AAAAAAAAFns/0_l_Mgc308E/s1600/074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642014014525060066" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n4cX8gD-Cfc/Tkx12oGKs-I/AAAAAAAAFns/0_l_Mgc308E/s320/074.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;She was so funny. She would go up the stairs saying "I'm doing capillary action". And then go down the slide saying "and GRAVITY!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-16a051b63ccc63fc" 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;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D16a051b63ccc63fc%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329936984%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4D9D7AA06226757BC476B8CFD333C76906C1E7.48C499D29F0D2AB01D07E90F62E50F869004C57F%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D16a051b63ccc63fc%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DnNw1XDXyCcFFNPPYf4xJs4lNchs&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D16a051b63ccc63fc%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329936984%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4D9D7AA06226757BC476B8CFD333C76906C1E7.48C499D29F0D2AB01D07E90F62E50F869004C57F%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D16a051b63ccc63fc%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DnNw1XDXyCcFFNPPYf4xJs4lNchs&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There you have it, water does walk, thanks to capillary action. In the case that you are wondering, the cup that started out with the water in it was empty save a few drops when I cleaned everything up. It took about 2 hours in total.&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/5854170160083894133-6217098680852539923?l=bncsmithson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bncsmithson.blogspot.com/feeds/6217098680852539923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5854170160083894133&amp;postID=6217098680852539923' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854170160083894133/posts/default/6217098680852539923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854170160083894133/posts/default/6217098680852539923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bncsmithson.blogspot.com/2011/08/science-experiment-walking-water.html' title='Science Experiment: Walking Water'/><author><name>Brandon and Camille Smithson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05243916756539978756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IyKrJv648_s/TTcvPE9C4tI/AAAAAAAAEIo/_sbSihh8IIk/S220/100_0008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jtJ4VLXPUEg/Tkx2L-x2iwI/AAAAAAAAFoU/IX7-yDR4hsE/s72-c/021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5854170160083894133.post-8794849985548713209</id><published>2011-08-17T12:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T12:48:48.516-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Melanie'/><title type='text'>The World, According to Melanie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Melanie asked me last night "Mom, can I play with your camera". Typically, my answer would be no, but yesterday I was feeling a little more.... adventurous. She took 94 pictures. These are a few of my favorite. So here you go.... the world according to Melanie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-okCNcIadnSY/TkwY8OEptTI/AAAAAAAAFnk/tOl8z3Y76k0/s1600/077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641911856037213490" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-okCNcIadnSY/TkwY8OEptTI/AAAAAAAAFnk/tOl8z3Y76k0/s320/077.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LtAhNccZiHo/TkwY7-1qjsI/AAAAAAAAFnc/pYBj79SWkXc/s1600/090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641911851947822786" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LtAhNccZiHo/TkwY7-1qjsI/AAAAAAAAFnc/pYBj79SWkXc/s320/090.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8KjPX03zgnQ/TkwY7s75IKI/AAAAAAAAFnU/y_Kj5QZn_oI/s1600/103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641911847142105250" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8KjPX03zgnQ/TkwY7s75IKI/AAAAAAAAFnU/y_Kj5QZn_oI/s320/103.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c2qgKawUFVk/TkwY7VPpTyI/AAAAAAAAFnM/7P-kUDMJCcE/s1600/108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641911840782503714" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c2qgKawUFVk/TkwY7VPpTyI/AAAAAAAAFnM/7P-kUDMJCcE/s320/108.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I had a lot of fun going through all her pictures. Some where extremely close up shots of random toys, backpack, doors, art projects. There were a few of me in there, and it is fun to see how she sees me at her angle. Thanks Melanie, it was fun to get a different perspective on things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5854170160083894133-8794849985548713209?l=bncsmithson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bncsmithson.blogspot.com/feeds/8794849985548713209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5854170160083894133&amp;postID=8794849985548713209' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854170160083894133/posts/default/8794849985548713209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854170160083894133/posts/default/8794849985548713209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bncsmithson.blogspot.com/2011/08/world-according-to-melanie.html' title='The World, According to Melanie'/><author><name>Brandon and Camille Smithson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05243916756539978756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IyKrJv648_s/TTcvPE9C4tI/AAAAAAAAEIo/_sbSihh8IIk/S220/100_0008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-okCNcIadnSY/TkwY8OEptTI/AAAAAAAAFnk/tOl8z3Y76k0/s72-c/077.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5854170160083894133.post-418902661056086170</id><published>2011-08-16T10:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T10:47:40.279-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='science experiment'/><title type='text'>Making Crystals, Day 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We started a science experiment yesterday. This is one that will take a few days, but we decided to try it anyhow. We are going to make crystals. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ingredients: 1/2 cup hot! water, 1/3 cup salt, cup, pipe cleaner, and pencil&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Method:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. heat up water&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. dissolve as much of the 1/3 c salt as possible into the water. (I ended up putting the whole thing on the stove and dissolving more of the salt while the water boiled. The I poured it into a different cup than showed here).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3. wrap the pipe cleaner around the pencil and let it sit in the water. Leave it there until all the water is evaporated, and check out the salt crystals that have formed on your pipe cleaner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GkZSEt5mZq0/Tkqr63h2l2I/AAAAAAAAFm8/F3H0ugyq5Vk/s1600/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641510511061669730" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GkZSEt5mZq0/Tkqr63h2l2I/AAAAAAAAFm8/F3H0ugyq5Vk/s320/003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The girls both got a chance at helping me dissolve the salt into the water (before I put it on the stove). Note: we also added green food coloring... not quite sure what it will do, but I thought we'd try it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rDWUVjE0AcE/Tkqr6h56chI/AAAAAAAAFm0/_jfrLo6bynI/s1600/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641510505257005586" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rDWUVjE0AcE/Tkqr6h56chI/AAAAAAAAFm0/_jfrLo6bynI/s320/004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hOF7E-r0QBc/Tkqr6QmBqRI/AAAAAAAAFms/Ajgr6dKj8aI/s1600/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641510500610189586" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hOF7E-r0QBc/Tkqr6QmBqRI/AAAAAAAAFms/Ajgr6dKj8aI/s320/005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here it is all ready to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Zrb3SX-lvCY/Tkqr6FxdV8I/AAAAAAAAFmk/vVms1iAS6Yk/s1600/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641510497705351106" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Zrb3SX-lvCY/Tkqr6FxdV8I/AAAAAAAAFmk/vVms1iAS6Yk/s320/007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I checked the apparatus out before going to bed last night, and we already had crystals. I'm excited to see what this looks like after a few days.&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/5854170160083894133-418902661056086170?l=bncsmithson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bncsmithson.blogspot.com/feeds/418902661056086170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5854170160083894133&amp;postID=418902661056086170' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854170160083894133/posts/default/418902661056086170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854170160083894133/posts/default/418902661056086170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bncsmithson.blogspot.com/2011/08/making-crystals-day-1.html' title='Making Crystals, Day 1'/><author><name>Brandon and Camille Smithson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05243916756539978756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IyKrJv648_s/TTcvPE9C4tI/AAAAAAAAEIo/_sbSihh8IIk/S220/100_0008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GkZSEt5mZq0/Tkqr63h2l2I/AAAAAAAAFm8/F3H0ugyq5Vk/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5854170160083894133.post-9176968399499121700</id><published>2011-08-13T14:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T15:09:30.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Camping Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yesterday was Indoor Camping Day! We started by making bears! They painted them white with fluffy white paint (glue and shaving cream mixed)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vb061lXYG_A/Tkb0NAIEkUI/AAAAAAAAFmc/b9HkU3QtPRg/s1600/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640464087537455426" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vb061lXYG_A/Tkb0NAIEkUI/AAAAAAAAFmc/b9HkU3QtPRg/s320/002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then they added a little bit of colorful fur (dyed rice).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0fiUhz-t0dA/Tkb0M27STSI/AAAAAAAAFmU/7oLUo5DLiSU/s1600/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640464085067910434" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0fiUhz-t0dA/Tkb0M27STSI/AAAAAAAAFmU/7oLUo5DLiSU/s320/010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c6q8reHiGPs/Tkb0MggAu1I/AAAAAAAAFmM/nWSamYDIYdg/s1600/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640464079047932754" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c6q8reHiGPs/Tkb0MggAu1I/AAAAAAAAFmM/nWSamYDIYdg/s320/011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Check out these beauties!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pl2kDUbOWMw/Tkb0Ma0MqmI/AAAAAAAAFmE/qbJ_dwcj_DM/s1600/041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640464077521988194" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pl2kDUbOWMw/Tkb0Ma0MqmI/AAAAAAAAFmE/qbJ_dwcj_DM/s320/041.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then we put up a tent...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eS-Pm4JbxEg/TkbzY8DFlKI/AAAAAAAAFl8/FzlxeJI_X-8/s1600/027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640463193089610914" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eS-Pm4JbxEg/TkbzY8DFlKI/AAAAAAAAFl8/FzlxeJI_X-8/s320/027.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KXC-BhfyTyU/TkbzYh60zfI/AAAAAAAAFl0/Fns79BA5jUk/s1600/021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640463186075635186" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KXC-BhfyTyU/TkbzYh60zfI/AAAAAAAAFl0/Fns79BA5jUk/s320/021.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They got their "sleeping bags" ready and looked at books for about an hour. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TadZQMltXz4/TkbzYWvH13I/AAAAAAAAFls/0E206fq7ggg/s1600/019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640463183073761138" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TadZQMltXz4/TkbzYWvH13I/AAAAAAAAFls/0E206fq7ggg/s320/019.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then we did a bear hunt. We hunted all over the house. It was fun. Eventually the girls decided they were nice bears and brought them back to their tent to snuggle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X2JBZZD09Mg/TkbyoCEmBMI/AAAAAAAAFlk/wRtddYdsSFQ/s1600/039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640462352892953794" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X2JBZZD09Mg/TkbyoCEmBMI/AAAAAAAAFlk/wRtddYdsSFQ/s320/039.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After playing in the tent for some time, we had indoor 'smores. yum yum!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Dv3yXfrWU5g/TkbynxeZaaI/AAAAAAAAFlc/zmOTvWZr_9w/s1600/051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640462348437776802" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Dv3yXfrWU5g/TkbynxeZaaI/AAAAAAAAFlc/zmOTvWZr_9w/s320/051.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Noelle approved!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VNxi_2iIDPk/TkbynuRkpTI/AAAAAAAAFlU/KXsoS5O2wa8/s1600/056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640462347578680626" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VNxi_2iIDPk/TkbynuRkpTI/AAAAAAAAFlU/KXsoS5O2wa8/s320/056.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Melanie did some camping worksheets. She really enjoyed them and did an awesome job (if you ask me!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iBT_gxuofTo/TkbtfYYZaeI/AAAAAAAAFkk/iBzCaSBKjRY/s1600/058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640456706704632290" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iBT_gxuofTo/TkbtfYYZaeI/AAAAAAAAFkk/iBzCaSBKjRY/s320/058.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7oR_TJv-wMI/TkbtfDyXnjI/AAAAAAAAFkc/zWvjp-re_dY/s1600/068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640456701176421938" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7oR_TJv-wMI/TkbtfDyXnjI/AAAAAAAAFkc/zWvjp-re_dY/s320/068.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yfx7k2A_2fE/Tkbte9X3PyI/AAAAAAAAFkU/xwgXxz9WSmU/s1600/072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640456699454635810" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yfx7k2A_2fE/Tkbte9X3PyI/AAAAAAAAFkU/xwgXxz9WSmU/s320/072.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And we ended the fun with a memory game. This was fun. We'll have to play it again!&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SpEfFiBNwk4/TkbtelT-kSI/AAAAAAAAFkM/lg4hobhA-v8/s1600/073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640456692995887394" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SpEfFiBNwk4/TkbtelT-kSI/AAAAAAAAFkM/lg4hobhA-v8/s320/073.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zOD8WOjlm4g/TkbteY46HEI/AAAAAAAAFkE/0AyZ_uTlrio/s1600/075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640456689661123650" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zOD8WOjlm4g/TkbteY46HEI/AAAAAAAAFkE/0AyZ_uTlrio/s320/075.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All in all, our indoor camping experience was a lot of fun. Melanie is already asking when we can go "camping" again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/5854170160083894133-9176968399499121700?l=bncsmithson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bncsmithson.blogspot.com/feeds/9176968399499121700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5854170160083894133&amp;postID=9176968399499121700' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854170160083894133/posts/default/9176968399499121700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5854170160083894133/posts/default/9176968399499121700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bncsmithson.blogspot.com/2011/08/camping-day.html' title='Camping Day'/><author><name>Brandon and Camille Smithson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05243916756539978756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IyKrJv648_s/TTcvPE9C4tI/AAAAAAAAEIo/_sbSihh8IIk/S220/100_0008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vb061lXYG_A/Tkb0NAIEkUI/AAAAAAAAFmc/b9HkU3QtPRg/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5854170160083894133.post-6361869153465687705</id><published>2011-08-10T19:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T20:26:50.362-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art projects'/><title type='text'>A Fish Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was a good day to start right off with an art project! Right after breakfast, I got the table ready and the girls were right on board (they love painting). They didn't know WHAT we were making, it was a surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639429208687733490" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C-Xytj4F3vc/TkNG_H_LavI/AAAAAAAAFj0/1RUw9QlDBqI/s320/008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639429206663204930" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MSCORc0PNsY/TkNG_AcfkEI/AAAAAAAAFjs/otJ179sY3_w/s320/007.JPG" /&gt; Step by step, they did a great job following directions until it was clear we were making an aquarium. Fish!!! We love Fish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639425915943481842" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d6uUMe7RbxQ/TkND_djxcfI/AAAAAAAAFjc/jvR0xauDEMA/s320/011.JPG" /&gt;Aren't these little guys cute? Super fun, and super easy (and as a complete side note, I found this idea on Esty, where someone was selling a kit to make this for $11.5o... seriously, no joke. With paper plates and all. Wow!) This one is Noelle's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639425911373724978" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qqVgx2pV574/TkND_MiQfTI/AAAAAAAAFjU/OZmK-1VsRB8/s320/042.JPG" /&gt; And Melanie's aquarium. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639425905776397570" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DuNtuCy6qvI/TkND-3rwDQI/AAAAAAAAFjM/aUb7R-BVYmA/s320/044.JPG" /&gt; Then, of course, the fun couldn't stop there. I piled the girls into the car and took them on a "secret surprise" trip... to Petsmart. Once Melanie saw the "fish wall", she literally yelled out loud, in the store, "Wow Mom! We are having a FISH DAY!" Yes Melanie, that was my plan. I'm so glad she caught on to my themed day, and that she was excited about it. And yes, I'm that lame mom that not only takes their kid to the pet store to look (but not buy), but I'm also the mom that took pictures of them looking. O-well, it totally goes with my theme, so we will just smile and nod. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639425899767105906" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WJX1Od1U-6g/TkND-hTBiXI/AAAAAAAAFjE/ke-CTzJlMl0/s320/024.JPG" /&gt; Melanie and Noelle LOVED looking at all the different kinds of fish. It's not as grand as the big aquariums you pay to go see, but hey... it's free! And Air Conditioned!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639424053714848114" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-33Q6N_rmHGk/TkNCTEN3iXI/AAAAAAAAFi8/3oV5a7Q8kms/s320/025.JPG" /&gt; When we got home, we played a sorting game with Swedish Fish. They girls both got half a bag of Swedish fish and sorted them out by color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639424048325878722" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9vG5Go_Ry4g/TkNCSwJCY8I/AAAAAAAAFi0/HU-tiXC1aLg/s320/028.JPG" /&gt;It was hard not to eat them, but they did a great job. (Maybe it's because I promised they could sample after sorting)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639424048249421922" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-anEsEQt0HiE/TkNCSv2zwGI/AAAAAAAAFis/hunIFTgSMFI/s320/031.JPG" /&gt; Then we counted all the fish and graphed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639424040897680994" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q1KGmqdZEUM/TkNCSUeBFmI/AAAAAAAAFik/NqfM0UZaLTo/s320/039.JPG" /&gt;(I love math and science... I'm hoping my girls do too!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639424037533746754" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nPUwmkHQyLA/TkNCSH7_hkI/AAAAAAAAFic/Hw5z2fr5_S4/s320/040.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639432298083898866" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QFFMaZFY9xQ/TkNJy84n1fI/AAAAAAAAFj8/scwUUVeq44s/s320/014.JPG" /&gt; And, of course, we couldn't get through the day without reading this book and it's big brother (One Fish, Two Fish, Red Fish, Blue Fish) a few times! The girls were so excited about the fish day, they played like they were fish and had a fish tea party... They didn't walk anywhere in the house, but "swam" (crawled) and just giggled a ton. It was fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5854170160083894133-6361869153465687705?l=bncsmithson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bncsmithson.blogspot.com/feeds/636
