<?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-8147389461263797653</id><updated>2012-02-16T00:38:28.105-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rodriguez Family</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wkrodriguez.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147389461263797653/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wkrodriguez.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08197600971924842822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SNghmnR2RRI/AAAAAAAAAA0/kSq4wY0YjRw/S220/TALIA+11+MESES+006.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>35</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147389461263797653.post-8403844678707222929</id><published>2010-03-22T15:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T15:56:16.792-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Venezuela pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/S6f0K8lookI/AAAAAAAAAj0/41YBM6UsHXE/s1600-h/284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451594342855123522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/S6f0K8lookI/AAAAAAAAAj0/41YBM6UsHXE/s320/284.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am apolagizing in advance at the length of these next posts. They are for my family. These are the rest of our pictures from Venezuela. I needed to get these on here before I do Krissi's b-day! Anyway, these ones are when we went to go see some Christmas lights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/S6f0APGqbkI/AAAAAAAAAjs/QJeqL3WOBfI/s1600-h/291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451594158846930498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/S6f0APGqbkI/AAAAAAAAAjs/QJeqL3WOBfI/s320/291.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (I don't know what the deal is, but Wuilman always has a hold of my arm like he is going to rip it off?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/S6fz37vs2UI/AAAAAAAAAjk/Xql2oEe_aks/s1600-h/297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451594016211392834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/S6fz37vs2UI/AAAAAAAAAjk/Xql2oEe_aks/s320/297.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/S6fzwSjMiJI/AAAAAAAAAjc/Jz-CufjayGU/s1600-h/300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451593884894005394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/S6fzwSjMiJI/AAAAAAAAAjc/Jz-CufjayGU/s320/300.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our cute little family :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/S6fzohGyZVI/AAAAAAAAAjU/zevItFsXw1c/s1600-h/307.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451593751362430290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/S6fzohGyZVI/AAAAAAAAAjU/zevItFsXw1c/s320/307.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Krissi dancing with Papa. She has really turned into a daddy's girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/S6fzffNLFMI/AAAAAAAAAjM/z8IK3ykO_cY/s1600-h/311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451593596233520322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/S6fzffNLFMI/AAAAAAAAAjM/z8IK3ykO_cY/s320/311.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Talia's cousin who is 11 went on these go-karts so she wanted to try it to. She actually did really good and said it was fun. She just looks so small with that big helmet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/S6fzXUHVEVI/AAAAAAAAAjE/4JNHkQ3yCtE/s1600-h/312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451593455817265490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/S6fzXUHVEVI/AAAAAAAAAjE/4JNHkQ3yCtE/s320/312.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/S6fzNbJPjiI/AAAAAAAAAi8/W_SCbeo9m9s/s1600-h/325.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451593285905649186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/S6fzNbJPjiI/AAAAAAAAAi8/W_SCbeo9m9s/s320/325.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Krissi playing with the boys on the floor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/S6fzBzmYGsI/AAAAAAAAAi0/I22ZqpqZMcM/s1600-h/339.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451593086311865026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/S6fzBzmYGsI/AAAAAAAAAi0/I22ZqpqZMcM/s320/339.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/S6fy6EtxonI/AAAAAAAAAis/MluKzfb8Gbk/s1600-h/336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451592953467347570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/S6fy6EtxonI/AAAAAAAAAis/MluKzfb8Gbk/s320/336.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eating at the mall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/S6fyyEhcOlI/AAAAAAAAAik/ZRvzknnKWf0/s1600-h/340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451592815976659538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/S6fyyEhcOlI/AAAAAAAAAik/ZRvzknnKWf0/s320/340.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/S6fyrunjRRI/AAAAAAAAAic/B674ZdIJ1ek/s1600-h/341.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451592707017491730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/S6fyrunjRRI/AAAAAAAAAic/B674ZdIJ1ek/s320/341.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Krissi feeding the chickens with Abuelo, Wuilman took this pic through the bathroom window&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/S6fyjp1D9CI/AAAAAAAAAiU/5LeL6HvP6Es/s1600-h/345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451592568293028898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/S6fyjp1D9CI/AAAAAAAAAiU/5LeL6HvP6Es/s320/345.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;New Year's Eve dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/S6fybTTubMI/AAAAAAAAAiM/eS5xOOwRiXE/s1600-h/347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451592424808672450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/S6fybTTubMI/AAAAAAAAAiM/eS5xOOwRiXE/s320/347.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Talia dancing with Jaikarlis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/S6fyULJP1oI/AAAAAAAAAiE/IwKuHdGKoC0/s1600-h/349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451592302358156930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/S6fyULJP1oI/AAAAAAAAAiE/IwKuHdGKoC0/s320/349.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Us with Jiker, the host for the dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/S6fyKXPNsiI/AAAAAAAAAh8/RtO8PHXe62U/s1600-h/359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451592133805716002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/S6fyKXPNsiI/AAAAAAAAAh8/RtO8PHXe62U/s320/359.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wuilman found some of his old toys before we left and was so excited for the girls to play with them too. The car still worked and everything. He wasn't very excited that Talia used her barbie to ride Heman's horse though! &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/8147389461263797653-8403844678707222929?l=wkrodriguez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wkrodriguez.blogspot.com/feeds/8403844678707222929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8147389461263797653&amp;postID=8403844678707222929' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147389461263797653/posts/default/8403844678707222929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147389461263797653/posts/default/8403844678707222929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wkrodriguez.blogspot.com/2010/03/venezuela-pics.html' title='Venezuela pics'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08197600971924842822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SNghmnR2RRI/AAAAAAAAAA0/kSq4wY0YjRw/S220/TALIA+11+MESES+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/S6f0K8lookI/AAAAAAAAAj0/41YBM6UsHXE/s72-c/284.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147389461263797653.post-5648327071154283742</id><published>2010-03-22T15:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T15:23:21.062-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/S6ftHjO506I/AAAAAAAAAf0/VoH9DJi6-NU/s1600-h/281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451586587927892898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/S6ftHjO506I/AAAAAAAAAf0/VoH9DJi6-NU/s320/281.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ok, again these pictures on here in reverse order because it takes to long to go the other way. These ones are of a park that we went go. The first pic is of Johann, Ceies, Stalin and Talia, all cousins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/S6fs-8aslWI/AAAAAAAAAfs/trDvBq9LmwQ/s1600-h/270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451586440069420386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/S6fs-8aslWI/AAAAAAAAAfs/trDvBq9LmwQ/s320/270.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/S6fs2_jBMNI/AAAAAAAAAfk/GtxgRmu3K8c/s1600-h/260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451586303470678226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/S6fs2_jBMNI/AAAAAAAAAfk/GtxgRmu3K8c/s320/260.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The kids wore bandanas, it was super cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/S6fsw5AA92I/AAAAAAAAAfc/BRbayW_F9uE/s1600-h/259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451586198634035042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/S6fsw5AA92I/AAAAAAAAAfc/BRbayW_F9uE/s320/259.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talia got her face painted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/S6fskmWUt1I/AAAAAAAAAfU/pJkTY6m54pg/s1600-h/264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451585987468900178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/S6fskmWUt1I/AAAAAAAAAfU/pJkTY6m54pg/s320/264.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/S6fsc-_HxKI/AAAAAAAAAfM/9j4N3_osE8Q/s1600-h/256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451585856643515554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/S6fsc-_HxKI/AAAAAAAAAfM/9j4N3_osE8Q/s320/256.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/S6fsVbe1qUI/AAAAAAAAAfE/xeDpUMQpJDE/s1600-h/255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451585726853785922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/S6fsVbe1qUI/AAAAAAAAAfE/xeDpUMQpJDE/s320/255.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/S6fsFLB9Q0I/AAAAAAAAAe8/hgSqWrtm_X0/s1600-h/250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451585447559775042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/S6fsFLB9Q0I/AAAAAAAAAe8/hgSqWrtm_X0/s320/250.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Krissi did not enjoy that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/S6fr7eFAOnI/AAAAAAAAAe0/sXlp6q7Vfy4/s1600-h/235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451585280874134130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/S6fr7eFAOnI/AAAAAAAAAe0/sXlp6q7Vfy4/s320/235.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Getting ready to go to the park, this is when Talia realized she wanted a bandana too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/S6frzGTtntI/AAAAAAAAAes/ilBy4LKtB44/s1600-h/234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451585137054424786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/S6frzGTtntI/AAAAAAAAAes/ilBy4LKtB44/s320/234.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/S6frMi6oMJI/AAAAAAAAAek/5X5UzdSwQjU/s1600-h/233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451584474718941330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/S6frMi6oMJI/AAAAAAAAAek/5X5UzdSwQjU/s320/233.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More icecream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/S6frEH7vuyI/AAAAAAAAAec/QeSBRJ-wN1M/s1600-h/229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451584330036919074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/S6frEH7vuyI/AAAAAAAAAec/QeSBRJ-wN1M/s320/229.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talia helping Abuelo sweep&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147389461263797653-5648327071154283742?l=wkrodriguez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wkrodriguez.blogspot.com/feeds/5648327071154283742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8147389461263797653&amp;postID=5648327071154283742' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147389461263797653/posts/default/5648327071154283742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147389461263797653/posts/default/5648327071154283742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wkrodriguez.blogspot.com/2010/03/ok-again-these-pictures-on-here-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08197600971924842822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SNghmnR2RRI/AAAAAAAAAA0/kSq4wY0YjRw/S220/TALIA+11+MESES+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/S6ftHjO506I/AAAAAAAAAf0/VoH9DJi6-NU/s72-c/281.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147389461263797653.post-8324761076967735924</id><published>2010-03-22T15:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T15:11:02.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Venezuela cont</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/S6fqY1KkXdI/AAAAAAAAAeU/Pvnjtf4tkMI/s1600-h/228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451583586264440274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/S6fqY1KkXdI/AAAAAAAAAeU/Pvnjtf4tkMI/s320/228.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These first pictures are at a bbq birthday party we went to. This is Wuilman dancing with his Grandma. Everyone makes fun of her because whenever they go out to a party she brings her own music to play and makes everyone take a turn dancing with her. She would surprise you how fast she can move. I know I was shocked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/S6fqQNjsL-I/AAAAAAAAAeM/30hl57nG3rE/s1600-h/221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451583438193438690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/S6fqQNjsL-I/AAAAAAAAAeM/30hl57nG3rE/s320/221.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/S6fqJSTTzaI/AAAAAAAAAeE/BHzRLHiwJMI/s1600-h/220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451583319207824802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/S6fqJSTTzaI/AAAAAAAAAeE/BHzRLHiwJMI/s320/220.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Krissi loved the maracas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/S6fqDSZtu4I/AAAAAAAAAd8/Vbx_SknzmY0/s1600-h/216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451583216155474818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/S6fqDSZtu4I/AAAAAAAAAd8/Vbx_SknzmY0/s320/216.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/S6fp6TedokI/AAAAAAAAAd0/ZRaIlG_aEKE/s1600-h/214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451583061825004098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/S6fp6TedokI/AAAAAAAAAd0/ZRaIlG_aEKE/s320/214.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls eating icecream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/S6fpx0wMHfI/AAAAAAAAAds/4NEc8bxJqbU/s1600-h/210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451582916138900978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/S6fpx0wMHfI/AAAAAAAAAds/4NEc8bxJqbU/s320/210.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/S6fprC0P81I/AAAAAAAAAdk/w-1VyqjyoxI/s1600-h/208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451582799654941522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/S6fprC0P81I/AAAAAAAAAdk/w-1VyqjyoxI/s320/208.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/8147389461263797653-8324761076967735924?l=wkrodriguez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wkrodriguez.blogspot.com/feeds/8324761076967735924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8147389461263797653&amp;postID=8324761076967735924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147389461263797653/posts/default/8324761076967735924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147389461263797653/posts/default/8324761076967735924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wkrodriguez.blogspot.com/2010/03/venezuela-cont.html' title='Venezuela cont'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08197600971924842822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SNghmnR2RRI/AAAAAAAAAA0/kSq4wY0YjRw/S220/TALIA+11+MESES+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/S6fqY1KkXdI/AAAAAAAAAeU/Pvnjtf4tkMI/s72-c/228.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147389461263797653.post-5181509836442027669</id><published>2010-03-22T14:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T15:04:54.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pics from Venezuela</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/S6fon2h0D8I/AAAAAAAAAdc/GEwrObDjXL8/s1600-h/211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451581645305155522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/S6fon2h0D8I/AAAAAAAAAdc/GEwrObDjXL8/s320/211.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ok, I am pretty sure I am the last one to post about Christmas but here it goes. Here are some pictures opening presents in Venezuela. They are out of order too, but whatever. This top one if of Talia giving the neighbor boys some little Christmas goodie bags we brought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/S6foT3l8mAI/AAAAAAAAAdU/DQvgDyHDRfM/s1600-h/205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451581301993543682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/S6foT3l8mAI/AAAAAAAAAdU/DQvgDyHDRfM/s320/205.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Giving abuelita her Christmas. She was asleep at midnight when everybody else opened theirs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/S6foETUwyzI/AAAAAAAAAdM/Y9A87p2nyIE/s1600-h/199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451581034559753010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/S6foETUwyzI/AAAAAAAAAdM/Y9A87p2nyIE/s320/199.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is another neighbor who Talia brought a princess barbie for, she was really excited! But we had to be sure to tell her mom to let her play with it and not just put it away on a shelf. Barbies cost a fortune over there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/S6fn7YROX6I/AAAAAAAAAdE/b7jGchIYn0Y/s1600-h/192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451580881268268962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/S6fn7YROX6I/AAAAAAAAAdE/b7jGchIYn0Y/s320/192.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Krissi was only interested in the candy canes from the Christmas tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/S6fn0J6M8VI/AAAAAAAAAc8/rLHgzX4VFGg/s1600-h/184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451580757154525522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/S6fn0J6M8VI/AAAAAAAAAc8/rLHgzX4VFGg/s320/184.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/S6fnuRT2-uI/AAAAAAAAAc0/8e6VpjgzF8A/s1600-h/182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451580656061971170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/S6fnuRT2-uI/AAAAAAAAAc0/8e6VpjgzF8A/s320/182.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/S6fnkUCSzrI/AAAAAAAAAcs/Y8VsNMzdKVE/s1600-h/178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451580484994911922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/S6fnkUCSzrI/AAAAAAAAAcs/Y8VsNMzdKVE/s320/178.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talia and Ceies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/S6fnclkHT1I/AAAAAAAAAck/9tHzvYBFEf4/s1600-h/174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451580352261214034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/S6fnclkHT1I/AAAAAAAAAck/9tHzvYBFEf4/s320/174.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the cousins &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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147389461263797653-5181509836442027669?l=wkrodriguez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wkrodriguez.blogspot.com/feeds/5181509836442027669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8147389461263797653&amp;postID=5181509836442027669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147389461263797653/posts/default/5181509836442027669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147389461263797653/posts/default/5181509836442027669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wkrodriguez.blogspot.com/2010/03/pics-from-venezuela.html' title='Pics from Venezuela'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08197600971924842822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SNghmnR2RRI/AAAAAAAAAA0/kSq4wY0YjRw/S220/TALIA+11+MESES+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/S6fon2h0D8I/AAAAAAAAAdc/GEwrObDjXL8/s72-c/211.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147389461263797653.post-4290941635129938959</id><published>2010-02-10T12:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T13:54:50.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Venezuela Trip</title><content type='html'>Ok, now that it is almost Valentine's Day I guess I need to post picture of our Christmas trip to Venezuela. Again, I like to put the pictures like this so you can scan them at your own pace. I am going to make a couple of posts because there are so many pictures, but here is the first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/S3MqeJokt5I/AAAAAAAAAcc/5bNsg8JLCdU/s1600-h/140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436735872636860306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/S3MqeJokt5I/AAAAAAAAAcc/5bNsg8JLCdU/s320/140.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ok, I accidentally deleted this picture. It was supposed to be at the end but here it is. This is our Christmas eve dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/S3MmZom0iKI/AAAAAAAAAcU/3CdFBe8rZSo/s1600-h/105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436731397005150370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/S3MmZom0iKI/AAAAAAAAAcU/3CdFBe8rZSo/s320/105.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This first picture is in the Caracas airport. Wuilman's brother was supposed to meet us there, but wuilman's nephew and cousins were there to surprise us! It was a nice surprise because they were able to keep the girls entertained because we had a six hour delay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/S3MmSdrlL4I/AAAAAAAAAcM/uP-zSbXdfZo/s1600-h/110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436731273813241730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/S3MmSdrlL4I/AAAAAAAAAcM/uP-zSbXdfZo/s320/110.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is our nephew Stalin and Krissi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/S3MmMDDOZGI/AAAAAAAAAcE/ziOvteUc44o/s1600-h/113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436731163585438818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/S3MmMDDOZGI/AAAAAAAAAcE/ziOvteUc44o/s320/113.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All the kids playing in the airport&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/S3MmGAfU4nI/AAAAAAAAAb8/c95m23LmOAA/s1600-h/117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436731059818783346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/S3MmGAfU4nI/AAAAAAAAAb8/c95m23LmOAA/s320/117.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is only one fo the vehicles (a 15 passenger van) that came to pick us up. There were two other cars full of people at the airport. They said that about 20 people went home and didn't wait of us because we were so late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/S3Ml84WmXsI/AAAAAAAAAb0/LbwEPDOZJNc/s1600-h/121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436730903015874242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/S3Ml84WmXsI/AAAAAAAAAb0/LbwEPDOZJNc/s320/121.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Krissi and Talia relaxing in the hammock with Abuelo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/S3Ml2TBdkGI/AAAAAAAAAbs/52nrbtYWbMs/s1600-h/123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436730789915889762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/S3Ml2TBdkGI/AAAAAAAAAbs/52nrbtYWbMs/s320/123.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We brought a couple of newer movies so here are some of the younger kids watching UP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/S3Mlwc4w-EI/AAAAAAAAAbk/sYrvhQFK14w/s1600-h/126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436730689484552258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/S3Mlwc4w-EI/AAAAAAAAAbk/sYrvhQFK14w/s320/126.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Talia, Tio, and Johan decorating the christmas tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/S3MlnzEFvdI/AAAAAAAAAbc/morCXyRtpUU/s1600-h/133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436730540818808274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/S3MlnzEFvdI/AAAAAAAAAbc/morCXyRtpUU/s320/133.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making Hallacas (a venezuelan christmas tradition, kind of like a tamale bigger and with a lot more filling)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/S3MlgziWsSI/AAAAAAAAAbU/cRlw3XfBAJA/s1600-h/137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436730420686663970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/S3MlgziWsSI/AAAAAAAAAbU/cRlw3XfBAJA/s320/137.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Talia was obsessed with this little snowman and would drag it around everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/S3MlYUkgA0I/AAAAAAAAAbM/5LO3KzfaHOM/s1600-h/138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436730274935210818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/S3MlYUkgA0I/AAAAAAAAAbM/5LO3KzfaHOM/s320/138.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Talia and I all dressed up for Christmas eve dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/S3MlNT3t4wI/AAAAAAAAAbE/-h1Zcox6Ktk/s1600-h/139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436730085768815362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/S3MlNT3t4wI/AAAAAAAAAbE/-h1Zcox6Ktk/s320/139.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Abuelita (Wuilman's grandma) and I This trip I was able to talk to her a little bit more. Of course she just jabbers away at me like before but this time I was actually able to understand a little bit more and she could understand me. I hope to be blessed to spend more time with her&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147389461263797653-4290941635129938959?l=wkrodriguez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wkrodriguez.blogspot.com/feeds/4290941635129938959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8147389461263797653&amp;postID=4290941635129938959' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147389461263797653/posts/default/4290941635129938959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147389461263797653/posts/default/4290941635129938959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wkrodriguez.blogspot.com/2010/02/venezuela-trip.html' title='Venezuela Trip'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08197600971924842822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SNghmnR2RRI/AAAAAAAAAA0/kSq4wY0YjRw/S220/TALIA+11+MESES+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/S3MqeJokt5I/AAAAAAAAAcc/5bNsg8JLCdU/s72-c/140.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147389461263797653.post-220990593886068468</id><published>2009-12-08T08:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T08:38:24.997-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/Sx56HT_nYlI/AAAAAAAAAaU/_5CpBwrqwGA/s1600-h/089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412898068190683730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/Sx56HT_nYlI/AAAAAAAAAaU/_5CpBwrqwGA/s320/089.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My beautiful and talented friend Amanda took these Christmas pictures of my girls while we were in Idaho for Thanksgiving. They turned out great. Thanks! I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/Sx55_hZHHhI/AAAAAAAAAaM/J3lDpGEbqZk/s1600-h/097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412897934348328466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/Sx55_hZHHhI/AAAAAAAAAaM/J3lDpGEbqZk/s320/097.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry there are a million pictures, but I like to list them this way instead of  in a slide show, so you don't have to sit and wait. You can go through them at your own speed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/Sx55vI7bV7I/AAAAAAAAAaE/NVMMHiJbLwg/s1600-h/119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412897652903466930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/Sx55vI7bV7I/AAAAAAAAAaE/NVMMHiJbLwg/s320/119.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/Sx55pd4NzhI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/7jxw7t3S-_Q/s1600-h/117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412897555447926290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/Sx55pd4NzhI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/7jxw7t3S-_Q/s320/117.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/Sx55g3IfiGI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/URawZsvEZog/s1600-h/108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412897407608260706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/Sx55g3IfiGI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/URawZsvEZog/s320/108.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/Sx55VCCeNiI/AAAAAAAAAZs/iziSMPi97kk/s1600-h/083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412897204377368098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/Sx55VCCeNiI/AAAAAAAAAZs/iziSMPi97kk/s320/083.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/Sx54_HOUgoI/AAAAAAAAAZc/yo-Zs0M8Wig/s1600-h/075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412896827812119170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/Sx54_HOUgoI/AAAAAAAAAZc/yo-Zs0M8Wig/s320/075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/Sx543j8C0zI/AAAAAAAAAZU/mJbUdM8YOwY/s1600-h/069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412896698081137458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/Sx543j8C0zI/AAAAAAAAAZU/mJbUdM8YOwY/s320/069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147389461263797653-220990593886068468?l=wkrodriguez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wkrodriguez.blogspot.com/feeds/220990593886068468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8147389461263797653&amp;postID=220990593886068468' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147389461263797653/posts/default/220990593886068468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147389461263797653/posts/default/220990593886068468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wkrodriguez.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-pics.html' title='Christmas pics'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08197600971924842822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SNghmnR2RRI/AAAAAAAAAA0/kSq4wY0YjRw/S220/TALIA+11+MESES+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/Sx56HT_nYlI/AAAAAAAAAaU/_5CpBwrqwGA/s72-c/089.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147389461263797653.post-2464108121919478595</id><published>2009-12-08T07:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T08:36:55.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My BEAUTIFUL girls!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/Sx53x4gDn7I/AAAAAAAAAZM/9iAKuqsknO0/s1600-h/019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412895501010050994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/Sx53x4gDn7I/AAAAAAAAAZM/9iAKuqsknO0/s320/019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Amanda took these as well. Talia loves attention, but has a little trouble smiling on demand! It's amazing how Amanda got such cute pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/Sx53fNus0dI/AAAAAAAAAZE/4QJ1xPvHTDo/s1600-h/022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412895180291101138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/Sx53fNus0dI/AAAAAAAAAZE/4QJ1xPvHTDo/s320/022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/Sx53VVlF2-I/AAAAAAAAAY8/CdyMgVydSrY/s1600-h/030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412895010599590882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/Sx53VVlF2-I/AAAAAAAAAY8/CdyMgVydSrY/s320/030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/Sx53LRsxmSI/AAAAAAAAAY0/WJ9W8rQUFBM/s1600-h/033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412894837759383842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/Sx53LRsxmSI/AAAAAAAAAY0/WJ9W8rQUFBM/s320/033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/Sx53EwMToeI/AAAAAAAAAYs/chuJ74lyI2U/s1600-h/032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412894725685617122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/Sx53EwMToeI/AAAAAAAAAYs/chuJ74lyI2U/s320/032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/Sx52wzxQz8I/AAAAAAAAAYk/7wn4HtcPfdg/s1600-h/122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412894383048544194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/Sx52wzxQz8I/AAAAAAAAAYk/7wn4HtcPfdg/s320/122.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Krissi on the other hand was fabulous! She was all smiles and giggles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/Sx52l_36AvI/AAAAAAAAAYc/ff9LJivjWiQ/s1600-h/143.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412894197319074546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/Sx52l_36AvI/AAAAAAAAAYc/ff9LJivjWiQ/s320/143.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She will probably hate me for this one day :) but for now too cute right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/Sx52P_ijDnI/AAAAAAAAAYU/kTvcScRoLA8/s1600-h/115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412893819272367730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/Sx52P_ijDnI/AAAAAAAAAYU/kTvcScRoLA8/s320/115.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My mom will hate me for putting this one in because her legs are in the background, but it was too cute to leave out. Sorry mom! p.s. It's my mom's birthday today! Love you mom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/Sx52DXqHEnI/AAAAAAAAAYM/OcIqfH86r7E/s1600-h/012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412893602408239730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/Sx52DXqHEnI/AAAAAAAAAYM/OcIqfH86r7E/s320/012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/Sx513_H6kGI/AAAAAAAAAYE/7TodErWCaFE/s1600-h/001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412893406843801698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/Sx513_H6kGI/AAAAAAAAAYE/7TodErWCaFE/s320/001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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/8147389461263797653-2464108121919478595?l=wkrodriguez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wkrodriguez.blogspot.com/feeds/2464108121919478595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8147389461263797653&amp;postID=2464108121919478595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147389461263797653/posts/default/2464108121919478595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147389461263797653/posts/default/2464108121919478595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wkrodriguez.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-beautiful-girls.html' title='My BEAUTIFUL girls!'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08197600971924842822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SNghmnR2RRI/AAAAAAAAAA0/kSq4wY0YjRw/S220/TALIA+11+MESES+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/Sx53x4gDn7I/AAAAAAAAAZM/9iAKuqsknO0/s72-c/019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147389461263797653.post-3532577768058457988</id><published>2009-12-08T07:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T08:38:47.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Talia's Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/Sx5yyRbByOI/AAAAAAAAAX8/NKjYhGygI5M/s1600-h/159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412890010141706466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/Sx5yyRbByOI/AAAAAAAAAX8/NKjYhGygI5M/s320/159.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; For Talia's 3rd birthday we had a little party at the park. The kids played and had a little scavenger race and we opened presents. Here a couple of pics. &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/Sx5ytjncCiI/AAAAAAAAAX0/1_MRxVyfsJM/s1600-h/160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412889929126251042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/Sx5ytjncCiI/AAAAAAAAAX0/1_MRxVyfsJM/s320/160.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's one of Krissi so she isn't left behind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/Sx5ygCKIcJI/AAAAAAAAAXs/Icrrl9eBkz8/s1600-h/166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412889696806662290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/Sx5ygCKIcJI/AAAAAAAAAXs/Icrrl9eBkz8/s320/166.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talia had some pretty funny reactions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/Sx5yQd95GrI/AAAAAAAAAXk/ve60w8vYb0I/s1600-h/180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412889429393611442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/Sx5yQd95GrI/AAAAAAAAAXk/ve60w8vYb0I/s320/180.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loves this little microphone, she tells me, "I'm songing"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/Sx5x4i9fL9I/AAAAAAAAAXU/IGgpBG4h1Ko/s1600-h/194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412889018417229778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/Sx5x4i9fL9I/AAAAAAAAAXU/IGgpBG4h1Ko/s320/194.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the kids, notice Krissi has had too much fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/Sx5xwMYphpI/AAAAAAAAAXM/3Acrfr7NHos/s1600-h/199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412888874918184594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/Sx5xwMYphpI/AAAAAAAAAXM/3Acrfr7NHos/s320/199.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the park we went to some friend's house and had a barbeque and did the pinata. Talia trying to hit the pinata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/Sx5xoksolxI/AAAAAAAAAXE/rS8f9Zp4v1k/s1600-h/204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412888744005506834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/Sx5xoksolxI/AAAAAAAAAXE/rS8f9Zp4v1k/s320/204.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Talia and Paydon getting some goodies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/Sx5xgIKh5dI/AAAAAAAAAW8/JqI9kGyDOp4/s1600-h/208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412888598907315666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/Sx5xgIKh5dI/AAAAAAAAAW8/JqI9kGyDOp4/s320/208.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My cousin Sarah and her family came from Houston to stay with us for that weekend. She basically made this Tinkerbell cake for us. It was so cute and Talia loved it. Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/Sx5xZCyOb6I/AAAAAAAAAW0/MeQQL_PwESg/s1600-h/212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412888477204115362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/Sx5xZCyOb6I/AAAAAAAAAW0/MeQQL_PwESg/s320/212.JPG" border="0" /&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147389461263797653-3532577768058457988?l=wkrodriguez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wkrodriguez.blogspot.com/feeds/3532577768058457988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8147389461263797653&amp;postID=3532577768058457988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147389461263797653/posts/default/3532577768058457988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147389461263797653/posts/default/3532577768058457988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wkrodriguez.blogspot.com/2009/12/talias-birthday.html' title='Talia&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08197600971924842822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SNghmnR2RRI/AAAAAAAAAA0/kSq4wY0YjRw/S220/TALIA+11+MESES+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/Sx5yyRbByOI/AAAAAAAAAX8/NKjYhGygI5M/s72-c/159.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147389461263797653.post-7950858303748855284</id><published>2009-12-08T07:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T07:30:10.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'>80's party</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/Sx5woKXn3mI/AAAAAAAAAWs/rfpOCQAyBQk/s1600-h/156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412887637426429538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/Sx5woKXn3mI/AAAAAAAAAWs/rfpOCQAyBQk/s320/156.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our friend's daughter has a birthday party that was 80's themed. We had a little fun dressing up Talia. She had a blast too! When she was all dressed I said, "You look like a rocker-rocker!" So now she calls everything her rocker dress, rocker headband, rocker earrings, etc..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/Sx5wjl5GNMI/AAAAAAAAAWk/rV3JwQwIVxw/s1600-h/155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412887558915241154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/Sx5wjl5GNMI/AAAAAAAAAWk/rV3JwQwIVxw/s320/155.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/Sx5we_1tjbI/AAAAAAAAAWc/q4PvcweGhvY/s1600-h/154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412887479981018546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/Sx5we_1tjbI/AAAAAAAAAWc/q4PvcweGhvY/s320/154.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/8147389461263797653-7950858303748855284?l=wkrodriguez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wkrodriguez.blogspot.com/feeds/7950858303748855284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8147389461263797653&amp;postID=7950858303748855284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147389461263797653/posts/default/7950858303748855284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147389461263797653/posts/default/7950858303748855284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wkrodriguez.blogspot.com/2009/12/80s-party.html' title='80&apos;s party'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08197600971924842822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SNghmnR2RRI/AAAAAAAAAA0/kSq4wY0YjRw/S220/TALIA+11+MESES+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/Sx5woKXn3mI/AAAAAAAAAWs/rfpOCQAyBQk/s72-c/156.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147389461263797653.post-4191258465732567000</id><published>2009-10-07T05:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T05:34:09.949-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SsyJbxLUgnI/AAAAAAAAAWU/K7kIJruXCq0/s1600-h/074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389833964205933170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SsyJbxLUgnI/AAAAAAAAAWU/K7kIJruXCq0/s320/074.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I just found out there is a free kid's club at our mall and they have activities once a month. So I took the girls yesterday and it was Halloween themed. Talia is snow white and she has this face so she doesn't smear her lipstick. Elliana is a pretty kitty and Krissi is a Giraffe (the cutest one there by far!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SsyJUpKoLeI/AAAAAAAAAWM/-G3BJtJZQMc/s1600-h/073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389833841796460002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SsyJUpKoLeI/AAAAAAAAAWM/-G3BJtJZQMc/s320/073.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This month was sponsored by the fire department so they got to play in the firetruck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SsyJKo8SoII/AAAAAAAAAWE/YOSK-dYsYf8/s1600-h/072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389833669937635458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SsyJKo8SoII/AAAAAAAAAWE/YOSK-dYsYf8/s320/072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SsyI6909JRI/AAAAAAAAAV8/RLs6ks-imHU/s1600-h/078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389833400666105106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SsyI6909JRI/AAAAAAAAAV8/RLs6ks-imHU/s320/078.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SsyIv3vIKDI/AAAAAAAAAV0/syyH3hcfP5Q/s1600-h/076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389833210052487218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SsyIv3vIKDI/AAAAAAAAAV0/syyH3hcfP5Q/s320/076.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Talia and story time with the witch. Elliana was scared so she was with me and Krissi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SsyIkLOpVYI/AAAAAAAAAVs/Oh4-4h-s-kU/s1600-h/079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389833009126528386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SsyIkLOpVYI/AAAAAAAAAVs/Oh4-4h-s-kU/s320/079.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coloring pictures. Talia still won't smile, she had this face almost the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SsyIaQc77-I/AAAAAAAAAVk/GzKe_O0jajc/s1600-h/080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389832838729953250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SsyIaQc77-I/AAAAAAAAAVk/GzKe_O0jajc/s320/080.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At every station, they would give Krissi all the same goodies and she just loved all the new stuff to put in her mouth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SsyISGGYAyI/AAAAAAAAAVc/vdmjump9Qxo/s1600-h/085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389832698512016162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SsyISGGYAyI/AAAAAAAAAVc/vdmjump9Qxo/s320/085.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SsyIHbeLLkI/AAAAAAAAAVU/iXLKAH8F-9I/s1600-h/081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389832515270422082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SsyIHbeLLkI/AAAAAAAAAVU/iXLKAH8F-9I/s320/081.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this face is the trick to getting lipstick to last all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SsyH2M247sI/AAAAAAAAAVM/0gHG2j0q3f8/s1600-h/084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389832219289775810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SsyH2M247sI/AAAAAAAAAVM/0gHG2j0q3f8/s320/084.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SsyHu3mIFYI/AAAAAAAAAVE/Y4iWHEKQMik/s1600-h/086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389832093323236738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SsyHu3mIFYI/AAAAAAAAAVE/Y4iWHEKQMik/s320/086.JPG" border="0" /&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147389461263797653-4191258465732567000?l=wkrodriguez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wkrodriguez.blogspot.com/feeds/4191258465732567000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8147389461263797653&amp;postID=4191258465732567000' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147389461263797653/posts/default/4191258465732567000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147389461263797653/posts/default/4191258465732567000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wkrodriguez.blogspot.com/2009/10/halloween-fun.html' title='Halloween Fun'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08197600971924842822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SNghmnR2RRI/AAAAAAAAAA0/kSq4wY0YjRw/S220/TALIA+11+MESES+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SsyJbxLUgnI/AAAAAAAAAWU/K7kIJruXCq0/s72-c/074.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147389461263797653.post-2563695754806788758</id><published>2009-10-07T05:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T05:20:18.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Making Arepas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SsyFvvzjchI/AAAAAAAAAU8/8fi1L1yUxoo/s1600-h/060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389829909388685842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SsyFvvzjchI/AAAAAAAAAU8/8fi1L1yUxoo/s320/060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A lot of Saturday mornings (at our house "morning" is usually around 11:00 a.m. when everyone is awake and hungry) Wuilman will make arepas and I will make scrambled eggs. I have tried to make arepas a couple of times, but they aren't as good as Wuilman's. Talia loves to help Wuilman make the arepas, so these are a couple pictures of Wuilman trying to teach her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SsyFjzMvkKI/AAAAAAAAAU0/VTA_HwepTDw/s1600-h/063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389829704141213858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SsyFjzMvkKI/AAAAAAAAAU0/VTA_HwepTDw/s320/063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SsyFdNeQw9I/AAAAAAAAAUs/dez-C8yuj0g/s1600-h/064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389829590934930386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SsyFdNeQw9I/AAAAAAAAAUs/dez-C8yuj0g/s320/064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She loves arepas anyway, but she gets especially excited to eat her "baby ones" as she calls the ones she makes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SsyFVhwjLLI/AAAAAAAAAUk/3q3AksKsuMU/s1600-h/065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389829458941390002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SsyFVhwjLLI/AAAAAAAAAUk/3q3AksKsuMU/s320/065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is Krissi sampling her first arepa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SsyFQh6edYI/AAAAAAAAAUc/vXEatYnnJ6s/s1600-h/066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389829373083678082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SsyFQh6edYI/AAAAAAAAAUc/vXEatYnnJ6s/s320/066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This only lasted about a minute because she actually ripped off a whole mouthfull. For those of you who have had arepas, you know that they are not soft so that was an accomplishment and she was real upset when I took it away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SsyFLod1D5I/AAAAAAAAAUU/xuaS8C082Mc/s1600-h/067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389829288943226770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SsyFLod1D5I/AAAAAAAAAUU/xuaS8C082Mc/s320/067.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just a funny picture that I took one day at nap time. I didn't notice until after I had layed her down that she was still clinging to the spoon for dear life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SsyFGdrX5PI/AAAAAAAAAUM/kihHEZBrWB4/s1600-h/069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389829200147899634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SsyFGdrX5PI/AAAAAAAAAUM/kihHEZBrWB4/s320/069.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Krissi was just giggling and smiling one morning and I wanted to try and get a couple cute pictures. Well Talia feels attention-starved these days, so she climbed in the pictures. I was yelling at her to stop climbing like a monkey, but as you can see she doesn't obey that well. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SsyFAH2L00I/AAAAAAAAAUE/euBufi5nWlw/s1600-h/070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389829091208450882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SsyFAH2L00I/AAAAAAAAAUE/euBufi5nWlw/s320/070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SsyE56C0LpI/AAAAAAAAAT8/VXQtXBBYSlk/s1600-h/071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389828984424115858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SsyE56C0LpI/AAAAAAAAAT8/VXQtXBBYSlk/s320/071.JPG" border="0" /&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147389461263797653-2563695754806788758?l=wkrodriguez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wkrodriguez.blogspot.com/feeds/2563695754806788758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8147389461263797653&amp;postID=2563695754806788758' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147389461263797653/posts/default/2563695754806788758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147389461263797653/posts/default/2563695754806788758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wkrodriguez.blogspot.com/2009/10/making-arepas.html' title='Making Arepas!'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08197600971924842822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SNghmnR2RRI/AAAAAAAAAA0/kSq4wY0YjRw/S220/TALIA+11+MESES+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SsyFvvzjchI/AAAAAAAAAU8/8fi1L1yUxoo/s72-c/060.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147389461263797653.post-7315677397909656013</id><published>2009-09-03T05:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T05:56:37.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Girls!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/Sp-6XUaQNHI/AAAAAAAAAT0/QBzJk0CABWs/s1600-h/339.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377221389882242162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/Sp-6XUaQNHI/AAAAAAAAAT0/QBzJk0CABWs/s320/339.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I can't believe how big Talia is getting. She is almost 3! She got this bike last weekend, and she is absolutely in love with it! The first day she just scooted around and didn't really want to try the pedals, but she was content just to push herself around for hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/Sp-6A8vJxZI/AAAAAAAAATs/Myan8cDZ6vA/s1600-h/338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377221005570327954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/Sp-6A8vJxZI/AAAAAAAAATs/Myan8cDZ6vA/s320/338.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/Sp-52jKXTVI/AAAAAAAAATk/-1Ifs0pOW48/s1600-h/342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377220826906447186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/Sp-52jKXTVI/AAAAAAAAATk/-1Ifs0pOW48/s320/342.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We bring it inside for now, so it doesn't get really faded in the sun, and our dog doesn't try to chew on it, so she plays with it everyday all over our small house. I trip on it about 17 times daily because she has a tendency to put it right behind me when my back is turned. You can see it didn't take her very long to figure out the pedals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/Sp-5rK5T_YI/AAAAAAAAATc/naH4WHYsNMI/s1600-h/344.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377220631413915010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/Sp-5rK5T_YI/AAAAAAAAATc/naH4WHYsNMI/s320/344.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I guess even princesses ride bikes (notice the shoes). She struggled a  little with the pedals this day. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/Sp-5jkCkHEI/AAAAAAAAATU/oGUAiulUn-s/s1600-h/346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377220500724653122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/Sp-5jkCkHEI/AAAAAAAAATU/oGUAiulUn-s/s320/346.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is my other big girl, who is 5 1/2 months old already! I can't believe it. Anyway, her new prize last weekend was this booster chair. She is still a little young for it and kind of tips over a little, that's why we have propped her up with the blanket. She loves sitting in this chair. I think she feels like such a big girl. Now she joins us at the table for breakfast and dinner at least.&lt;br /&gt;I think she is going to be my good eater as you can see Talia in the corner crying because she doesn't want to eat her dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/Sp-5XcBSL4I/AAAAAAAAATM/7zube_LRQQY/s1600-h/347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377220292413370242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/Sp-5XcBSL4I/AAAAAAAAATM/7zube_LRQQY/s320/347.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Krissi is usually pretty intersted in what Talia is eating so I have to be careful Talia doesn't share just yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/Sp-5JCreaAI/AAAAAAAAATE/2wOvb_f0drQ/s1600-h/348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377220045092841474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/Sp-5JCreaAI/AAAAAAAAATE/2wOvb_f0drQ/s320/348.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/Sp-5ApO1ZnI/AAAAAAAAAS8/kiq5JXpJojg/s1600-h/349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377219900822873714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/Sp-5ApO1ZnI/AAAAAAAAAS8/kiq5JXpJojg/s320/349.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Krissi really like her rice cereal. I usually let her chew on the spoon when we are done, but sometimes she gags herself, so that's what the bottom picture is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/Sp-43LBTLBI/AAAAAAAAAS0/VmP0lKaj-DI/s1600-h/350.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377219738094218258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/Sp-43LBTLBI/AAAAAAAAAS0/VmP0lKaj-DI/s320/350.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They grow up so fast, don't blink!&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/8147389461263797653-7315677397909656013?l=wkrodriguez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wkrodriguez.blogspot.com/feeds/7315677397909656013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8147389461263797653&amp;postID=7315677397909656013' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147389461263797653/posts/default/7315677397909656013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147389461263797653/posts/default/7315677397909656013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wkrodriguez.blogspot.com/2009/09/big-girls.html' title='Big Girls!'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08197600971924842822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SNghmnR2RRI/AAAAAAAAAA0/kSq4wY0YjRw/S220/TALIA+11+MESES+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/Sp-6XUaQNHI/AAAAAAAAAT0/QBzJk0CABWs/s72-c/339.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147389461263797653.post-1268047239498978227</id><published>2009-09-03T05:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T05:37:33.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Project</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/Sp-3UeDSVUI/AAAAAAAAASs/loehiVpnpfc/s1600-h/320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377218042395776322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/Sp-3UeDSVUI/AAAAAAAAASs/loehiVpnpfc/s320/320.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A couple of weeks ago, I was babysitting and wanted to do a fun project for the girls. I was already buying paint to work on a wooden dollhouse I found for Talia. So I bought these little face masks for $1 for the girls to paint. They all had such a good time. It was pretty cheap entertainment and everyone with kids can appreciate that! I know that's probably not what our recycle bin is supposed to be used for, but I didn't want to put them on the ground with our puppy running around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/Sp-3NpyFGiI/AAAAAAAAASk/O4PRqnWlUJk/s1600-h/321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377217925285747234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/Sp-3NpyFGiI/AAAAAAAAASk/O4PRqnWlUJk/s320/321.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/Sp-3CH9MqVI/AAAAAAAAASc/orxBlHwfquA/s1600-h/322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377217727227013458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/Sp-3CH9MqVI/AAAAAAAAASc/orxBlHwfquA/s320/322.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talia was so careful with each little stoke of paint. Her little paint plate was still real organized and hadn't mixed all the colors together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/Sp-26_xCkFI/AAAAAAAAASU/L8KzrX5Lh7g/s1600-h/323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377217604769452114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/Sp-26_xCkFI/AAAAAAAAASU/L8KzrX5Lh7g/s320/323.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/Sp-2dbAlXAI/AAAAAAAAASM/qYRGcon4_9c/s1600-h/326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377217096686328834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/Sp-2dbAlXAI/AAAAAAAAASM/qYRGcon4_9c/s320/326.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then here are a couple picture of their masks when they were all finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/Sp-2Tb8mNFI/AAAAAAAAASE/-GBui_uMt6w/s1600-h/328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377216925139350610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/Sp-2Tb8mNFI/AAAAAAAAASE/-GBui_uMt6w/s320/328.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/8147389461263797653-1268047239498978227?l=wkrodriguez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wkrodriguez.blogspot.com/feeds/1268047239498978227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8147389461263797653&amp;postID=1268047239498978227' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147389461263797653/posts/default/1268047239498978227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147389461263797653/posts/default/1268047239498978227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wkrodriguez.blogspot.com/2009/09/little-project.html' title='A Little Project'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08197600971924842822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SNghmnR2RRI/AAAAAAAAAA0/kSq4wY0YjRw/S220/TALIA+11+MESES+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/Sp-3UeDSVUI/AAAAAAAAASs/loehiVpnpfc/s72-c/320.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147389461263797653.post-118011768440711062</id><published>2009-08-08T04:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T05:34:47.264-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Camping in Texas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/Sn1tJ8kodaI/AAAAAAAAAR8/iOozHQrEYuA/s1600-h/PICT2355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367566348541523362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/Sn1tJ8kodaI/AAAAAAAAAR8/iOozHQrEYuA/s320/PICT2355.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So last weekend we decided kind of last minute to go camping. We realized that summer is going to be over before we know it and we haven't really done anything yet. One of our friends was telling us about a state park that is only about an hour away. You can camp right on the bay and go fishing. So of course, Wuilman was all for that. So it was around 6:30 p.m., so we went home threw some pjs and clothes in a bag, went to Walmart to load up the cooler, and buy a tent. (This is our first Texas camping trip) :) So we got there around 9:30 p.m. and it was SO SO SOOOO windy! It was super hard to set up our tent, but we finally got it. Krissi was pretty good hanging out in her little chair while we set up camp. As you can see, she figured out if she pulls out one end of the arch she can actually reach the turtles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/Sn1sw-dr2aI/AAAAAAAAAR0/cDgzN1pTk70/s1600-h/PICT2362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367565919552526754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/Sn1sw-dr2aI/AAAAAAAAAR0/cDgzN1pTk70/s320/PICT2362.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is me and the girls waiting for Papa to finish cooking our hot dogs! It was so windy all night long, I don't know how anybody got any sleep. One time I woke up and Wuilman had his leg in the air trying to hold the tent up! We survived anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/Sn1sfON3OmI/AAAAAAAAARs/jscsZM3nnnI/s1600-h/PICT2365.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367565614543485538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/Sn1sfON3OmI/AAAAAAAAARs/jscsZM3nnnI/s320/PICT2365.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was right out the front door of our tent. We had bought Talia a little Dora fishing pole that has a bobber and a little rubber fish on the end of the line. You can really cast it and reel it in, but Talia did not like seeing her fish really going in the water. You can kind of see her put her hands up in protest as she thinks Papa has lost her fish for good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/Sn1sHx9CGQI/AAAAAAAAARk/r5GKVZr349E/s1600-h/PICT2364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367565211819710722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/Sn1sHx9CGQI/AAAAAAAAARk/r5GKVZr349E/s320/PICT2364.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the morning she wouldn't let her fishing pole out of her sight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/Sn1r5QAlfmI/AAAAAAAAARc/jQI9j_sVjqA/s1600-h/PICT2367.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367564962189639266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/Sn1r5QAlfmI/AAAAAAAAARc/jQI9j_sVjqA/s320/PICT2367.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After breakfast we walked down to a pier they have to go fishing. We don't have a picture of Wuilman and I fishing, but here is one of Talia again. She would throw her line over the edge, but not far enough to get in the water. She would then pull it up and say, "Mama, I got a fish! A pink one!" She continued to do this for about an hour! She really enjoyed that part. She caught the most fish though. Wuilman and I didn't catch anything, but I'm not complaining :) Krissi is asleep with that pink blanket over her chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/Sn1rdKF5xjI/AAAAAAAAARU/Q9n2lr2z8Ws/s1600-h/PICT2370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367564479564990002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/Sn1rdKF5xjI/AAAAAAAAARU/Q9n2lr2z8Ws/s320/PICT2370.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;By lunch time it was too hot for clothes, not that we had any clean ones anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/Sn1rNmQVNsI/AAAAAAAAARM/le5HpiF38Io/s1600-h/PICT2372.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367564212247017154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/Sn1rNmQVNsI/AAAAAAAAARM/le5HpiF38Io/s320/PICT2372.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Talia has a blast with bubbles, but what kid doesn't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/Sn1q9bLJUxI/AAAAAAAAARE/wFa8Fxd0XE4/s1600-h/PICT2373.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367563934394569490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/Sn1q9bLJUxI/AAAAAAAAARE/wFa8Fxd0XE4/s320/PICT2373.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is our little campground. It was pretty nice. Each space has one of these with a picnic table, grill and a fresh water spout. You can see how close we were to the actual bay in the background. We had our tent set up in front of the cover, but we had already taken it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/Sn1qqt00bLI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/kxhCaWz1VbQ/s1600-h/PICT2375.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367563612983684274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/Sn1qqt00bLI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/kxhCaWz1VbQ/s320/PICT2375.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As Wuilmand I were packing up, we left it up to Talia to try and map our way home. Here she is trying to explain the map to Krissi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/Sn1qiPpTm7I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/hAS7pjaKnXA/s1600-h/PICT2376.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367563467443379122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/Sn1qiPpTm7I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/hAS7pjaKnXA/s320/PICT2376.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Krissi is looking with real interest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/Sn1qaUulsmI/AAAAAAAAAQs/qZ6LLJNYNbA/s1600-h/PICT2377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367563331368759906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/Sn1qaUulsmI/AAAAAAAAAQs/qZ6LLJNYNbA/s320/PICT2377.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/Sn1qI4cMp-I/AAAAAAAAAQk/ffA8FhV1H0I/s1600-h/PICT2379.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367563031717652450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/Sn1qI4cMp-I/AAAAAAAAAQk/ffA8FhV1H0I/s320/PICT2379.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/Sn1qDL1-A0I/AAAAAAAAAQc/saHL493H9vk/s1600-h/PICT2380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367562933846803266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/Sn1qDL1-A0I/AAAAAAAAAQc/saHL493H9vk/s320/PICT2380.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the typical Krissi face. If you knew her you would understand. She can be super happy and then all of a sudden you see this face and the tears just start coming. All in all it was super fun and we can't wait to go back, but we will definately check the weather first. It wasn't the same as Idaho mountain camping, but we still came home dirty and isn't that the point of camping anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147389461263797653-118011768440711062?l=wkrodriguez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wkrodriguez.blogspot.com/feeds/118011768440711062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8147389461263797653&amp;postID=118011768440711062' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147389461263797653/posts/default/118011768440711062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147389461263797653/posts/default/118011768440711062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wkrodriguez.blogspot.com/2009/08/camping-in-texas.html' title='Camping in Texas'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08197600971924842822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SNghmnR2RRI/AAAAAAAAAA0/kSq4wY0YjRw/S220/TALIA+11+MESES+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/Sn1tJ8kodaI/AAAAAAAAAR8/iOozHQrEYuA/s72-c/PICT2355.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147389461263797653.post-8372847929046022220</id><published>2009-07-22T12:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T13:05:43.335-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Friend's Wedding</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SmdvDvV_NTI/AAAAAAAAAQU/51Y9j2gtomQ/s1600-h/PICT2352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361375991446844722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SmdvDvV_NTI/AAAAAAAAAQU/51Y9j2gtomQ/s320/PICT2352.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We went to a Friend's wedding this past weekend where Wuilman was one of the best men. After the reception was coming to an end and the band had left. Wuilman went to say goodbye to the groom and I look up and he and Wuilman are on the stage and request a song from the DJ and just start singing and dancing. It was hilarious! The picture didn't turn out very good because I was holding Krissi, who was crying, and I couldn't get too close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/Smdu9WyiroI/AAAAAAAAAQM/vK5k-kKKGtY/s1600-h/PICT2345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361375881776508546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/Smdu9WyiroI/AAAAAAAAAQM/vK5k-kKKGtY/s320/PICT2345.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These two are of Talia dancing with the groom's little brother. I don't know exactly how that happend, but when someone comes to talk to her, she usually just grabs their hands and starts dancing. He was a good sport though and spun her around a couple of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/Smduu6gv8zI/AAAAAAAAAQE/ofSZpHyhTSA/s1600-h/PICT2344.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361375633667519282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/Smduu6gv8zI/AAAAAAAAAQE/ofSZpHyhTSA/s320/PICT2344.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was before the reception really got started so after a minute they needed him to go take more pictures. Talia came running to me crying big alligator tears that he was gone. She has seen all the fairy tales, so I guess she knows every princess needs a prince!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SmduZPTFLrI/AAAAAAAAAP8/BDkLDmf_0TA/s1600-h/PICT2342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361375261290213042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SmduZPTFLrI/AAAAAAAAAP8/BDkLDmf_0TA/s320/PICT2342.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Talia with the Bride, Jessica. Everytime Talia would see her all night, she would just stare in awe and say, "Beautiful dress"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SmduCVr9OXI/AAAAAAAAAP0/iXgLXPygP3k/s1600-h/PICT2341.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361374867868170610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SmduCVr9OXI/AAAAAAAAAP0/iXgLXPygP3k/s320/PICT2341.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Wuilman with the other best men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/Smdt6hGVjDI/AAAAAAAAAPs/sh2LKsySj_Y/s1600-h/PICT2337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361374733492653106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/Smdt6hGVjDI/AAAAAAAAAPs/sh2LKsySj_Y/s320/PICT2337.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reception was out on a ranch so they had some goats that Talia thought were pretty cool. She was feeding them and getting her shoes all dusty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SmdtjWIqvRI/AAAAAAAAAPk/4H3pmAwheCM/s1600-h/PICT2336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361374335412649234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SmdtjWIqvRI/AAAAAAAAAPk/4H3pmAwheCM/s320/PICT2336.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is my pretty blue eyed baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SmdtaAE5rzI/AAAAAAAAAPc/dj9zuy2Q_Vg/s1600-h/PICT2324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361374174872448818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SmdtaAE5rzI/AAAAAAAAAPc/dj9zuy2Q_Vg/s320/PICT2324.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is my almost three year old who got super bored during the actual ceremony. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/Smdssz-0JLI/AAAAAAAAAPU/btt-snnh5dY/s1600-h/PICT2315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361373398531581106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/Smdssz-0JLI/AAAAAAAAAPU/btt-snnh5dY/s320/PICT2315.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wuilman and my pretty girls. You know I should be in this picture. I WAS actually at the wedding, but somehow I didn't end up in any of the pictures. I was in the bathroom fixing my slip when they took this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SmdslWi6ykI/AAAAAAAAAPM/sU0oqQSzWfY/s1600-h/PICT2313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361373270370863682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SmdslWi6ykI/AAAAAAAAAPM/sU0oqQSzWfY/s320/PICT2313.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Talia and her  Papa prince. As soon as Wuilman brought his tuxedo home, Talia kept calling him Papa prince. &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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147389461263797653-8372847929046022220?l=wkrodriguez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wkrodriguez.blogspot.com/feeds/8372847929046022220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8147389461263797653&amp;postID=8372847929046022220' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147389461263797653/posts/default/8372847929046022220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147389461263797653/posts/default/8372847929046022220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wkrodriguez.blogspot.com/2009/07/friends-wedding.html' title='A Friend&apos;s Wedding'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08197600971924842822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SNghmnR2RRI/AAAAAAAAAA0/kSq4wY0YjRw/S220/TALIA+11+MESES+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SmdvDvV_NTI/AAAAAAAAAQU/51Y9j2gtomQ/s72-c/PICT2352.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147389461263797653.post-330424083941393541</id><published>2009-07-22T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T12:45:21.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just some pics for the fam!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/Smdr4aXuh8I/AAAAAAAAAPE/E3xH3fKw5OQ/s1600-h/PICT2312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361372498303551426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/Smdr4aXuh8I/AAAAAAAAAPE/E3xH3fKw5OQ/s320/PICT2312.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lots of kisses at my house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/Smdrvb9wpyI/AAAAAAAAAO8/BHNLCFQHVXI/s1600-h/PICT2310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361372344112686882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/Smdrvb9wpyI/AAAAAAAAAO8/BHNLCFQHVXI/s320/PICT2310.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look my eyes are still blue!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/Smdrb58q0NI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Z8bmxwPj4Lw/s1600-h/PICT2307.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361372008563790034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/Smdrb58q0NI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Z8bmxwPj4Lw/s320/PICT2307.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SmdrMeaeIDI/AAAAAAAAAOs/zeV3GzToKkI/s1600-h/PICT2243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361371743474556978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SmdrMeaeIDI/AAAAAAAAAOs/zeV3GzToKkI/s320/PICT2243.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are just a couple pics for Grandma and Grandpa to see how my baby girls are growing! &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/8147389461263797653-330424083941393541?l=wkrodriguez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wkrodriguez.blogspot.com/feeds/330424083941393541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8147389461263797653&amp;postID=330424083941393541' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147389461263797653/posts/default/330424083941393541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147389461263797653/posts/default/330424083941393541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wkrodriguez.blogspot.com/2009/07/just-some-pics-for-fam.html' title='Just some pics for the fam!'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08197600971924842822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SNghmnR2RRI/AAAAAAAAAA0/kSq4wY0YjRw/S220/TALIA+11+MESES+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/Smdr4aXuh8I/AAAAAAAAAPE/E3xH3fKw5OQ/s72-c/PICT2312.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147389461263797653.post-4800792264720717873</id><published>2009-07-22T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T12:38:48.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Venezuelan B-B-Q</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/Smdo6s733hI/AAAAAAAAAOk/Hy-DjYcGogk/s1600-h/PICT2251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361369239111851538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/Smdo6s733hI/AAAAAAAAAOk/Hy-DjYcGogk/s320/PICT2251.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This summer we have had a lot of "Venezuelan Barbeques" at our house. Wuilman has a friend who was playing for the minor league baseball team here so he and his wife came over to cook. It was nice because I didn't have to cook anything, since I was the only non-venezuelan there :) Luckily there have been a couple night that haven't been too humid so we would stay outside all evening and cook and play dominoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SmdoxnxTbXI/AAAAAAAAAOc/IO4pzJcIJ-E/s1600-h/PICT2250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361369083106520434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SmdoxnxTbXI/AAAAAAAAAOc/IO4pzJcIJ-E/s320/PICT2250.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One night they made a soup, that for some reason has to be done outside and can't be cooked inside on the stove. So anyway, this is the contraption they made to cook it. They are so proud, can't you tell. They had music blasting too, so that's why Paul has the maracas! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SmdogPXI9DI/AAAAAAAAAOU/0Iw_pF0dDrE/s1600-h/PICT2240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361368784496555058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SmdogPXI9DI/AAAAAAAAAOU/0Iw_pF0dDrE/s320/PICT2240.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Talia dancing with Paul. We think she has a little crush on him, she just loves him and climbs all over him when he is here. She always pretends to call him on her phones, it's too cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SmdoG8zV7PI/AAAAAAAAAOM/NnGHYordPf4/s1600-h/PICT2255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361368350017842418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SmdoG8zV7PI/AAAAAAAAAOM/NnGHYordPf4/s320/PICT2255.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Talia eating the staple of the Venezuelan diet, an arepa. It kind of reminds me of a pita pocket that is made out of a corn flour. You are supposed to cut it open and fill it with anything you want. Talia likes them plain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/Smdn-ZBsMOI/AAAAAAAAAOE/oi7u_3MZXm8/s1600-h/PICT2238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361368202975391970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/Smdn-ZBsMOI/AAAAAAAAAOE/oi7u_3MZXm8/s320/PICT2238.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More dancing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SmdjrNSXpsI/AAAAAAAAAN8/jD8lu6DIbI4/s1600-h/PICT2237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361363475360097986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SmdjrNSXpsI/AAAAAAAAAN8/jD8lu6DIbI4/s320/PICT2237.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Krissi hanging out in the hammock after she fell asleep. We have a picture of Talia like this when she was about one year old when we were actually in Venezuela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SmdjfKGd9SI/AAAAAAAAAN0/nx1su62QuqU/s1600-h/PICT2235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361363268346443042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SmdjfKGd9SI/AAAAAAAAAN0/nx1su62QuqU/s320/PICT2235.JPG" border="0" /&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147389461263797653-4800792264720717873?l=wkrodriguez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wkrodriguez.blogspot.com/feeds/4800792264720717873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8147389461263797653&amp;postID=4800792264720717873' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147389461263797653/posts/default/4800792264720717873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147389461263797653/posts/default/4800792264720717873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wkrodriguez.blogspot.com/2009/07/venezuelan-b-b-q.html' title='Venezuelan B-B-Q'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08197600971924842822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SNghmnR2RRI/AAAAAAAAAA0/kSq4wY0YjRw/S220/TALIA+11+MESES+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/Smdo6s733hI/AAAAAAAAAOk/Hy-DjYcGogk/s72-c/PICT2251.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147389461263797653.post-2928001719253950346</id><published>2009-06-04T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T08:45:18.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/Sifq4qA6KPI/AAAAAAAAANs/D3PpPGcwIyE/s1600-h/PICT2199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343497741970057458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/Sifq4qA6KPI/AAAAAAAAANs/D3PpPGcwIyE/s320/PICT2199.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We were able to go to Disney on Ice a couple weekends ago. As soon as we walked in, Talia was just in awe! She loved all the characters. We ended up buying her a little Ariel figurine, and when "The Little Mermaid" show came on, she held up her toy and was yelling, "Look, Ariel it's you!" It was so cute. Every time Mickey mouse came in, she would wave frantically and yell, "Hi Mouse! Hi Mouse!" I learned that's why they have the music so loud, so everyone doesn't have to hear your children yelling in excitement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SifqwSRvX4I/AAAAAAAAANk/IOynWX95un0/s1600-h/PICT2200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343497598159249282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SifqwSRvX4I/AAAAAAAAANk/IOynWX95un0/s320/PICT2200.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SifqawqStgI/AAAAAAAAANc/2dLpiRadLjw/s1600-h/PICT2210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343497228358170114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SifqawqStgI/AAAAAAAAANc/2dLpiRadLjw/s320/PICT2210.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the peter pan alligator who eats Captain hook!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SifqLITGZVI/AAAAAAAAANU/Crkl0ocorlQ/s1600-h/PICT2230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343496959825438034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SifqLITGZVI/AAAAAAAAANU/Crkl0ocorlQ/s320/PICT2230.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Memorial weekend we bought this little pool for Talia. She loves it and spends most afternoons outside now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SifqEp8yvhI/AAAAAAAAANM/gFql_UTncjo/s1600-h/PICT2229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343496848599596562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SifqEp8yvhI/AAAAAAAAANM/gFql_UTncjo/s320/PICT2229.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Luckily our dog leaves it alone and doesn't chew on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SifpriNlgoI/AAAAAAAAAM8/bK4rLm261GI/s1600-h/PICT2134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343496417025819266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SifpriNlgoI/AAAAAAAAAM8/bK4rLm261GI/s320/PICT2134.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the work of her father one day before we went to a baseball game, just thought I would throw it in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147389461263797653-2928001719253950346?l=wkrodriguez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wkrodriguez.blogspot.com/feeds/2928001719253950346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8147389461263797653&amp;postID=2928001719253950346' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147389461263797653/posts/default/2928001719253950346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147389461263797653/posts/default/2928001719253950346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wkrodriguez.blogspot.com/2009/06/summer-time.html' title='Summer Time!'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08197600971924842822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SNghmnR2RRI/AAAAAAAAAA0/kSq4wY0YjRw/S220/TALIA+11+MESES+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/Sifq4qA6KPI/AAAAAAAAANs/D3PpPGcwIyE/s72-c/PICT2199.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147389461263797653.post-5522209164497197249</id><published>2009-04-27T13:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T14:05:47.099-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A couple cute pics!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SfYbbyrzjSI/AAAAAAAAAMs/UzHQLqtTwMU/s1600-h/204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329477373315484962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SfYbbyrzjSI/AAAAAAAAAMs/UzHQLqtTwMU/s320/204.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The last night before my mom went home, we went out for ice cream. I didn't think about Talia's white shirt until after I ordered her chocolate, oops!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SfYbYdVOW4I/AAAAAAAAAMk/3TjvjIu9qoc/s1600-h/203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329477316044020610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SfYbYdVOW4I/AAAAAAAAAMk/3TjvjIu9qoc/s320/203.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; But even after feeding herself with the sampler spoon, most of it ended up on her face and not on her shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329477248426357458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SfYbUhb6stI/AAAAAAAAAMc/eEj-DmS15mY/s320/202.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma going in for the chocolate kiss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SfYbLWoTQuI/AAAAAAAAAMU/37GTgp9Obow/s1600-h/132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329477090906686178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SfYbLWoTQuI/AAAAAAAAAMU/37GTgp9Obow/s320/132.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the baseball games this weekend, as we do most weekends in the summer. Talia was super proud of the little baseball I caught, she carried it around in our friend's glove the rest of the game. It was mascot night, so there were different kind of mascots walking around, and during the 7th inning stretch the mascots were throwing little soft baseballs. I held Talia and she had been waving at a bee since she saw him in like the 5th inning, so he was nice enough to throw us a ball and I was lucky enough to catch it! Yeah for me, I had missed one the night before that was thrown right to me. Talia was then nice enough to yell "thank you bee" for like the next 10 minutes. It was so cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SfYbHy6xZsI/AAAAAAAAAMM/rmNFdMEIo3A/s1600-h/131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329477029780874946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SfYbHy6xZsI/AAAAAAAAAMM/rmNFdMEIo3A/s320/131.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This last picture is just a cute moment that happened in our house a couple nights ago. Krissi was asleep on the bed, and Talia was crying because I put her in pjs, so I told her to go lay by Krissi (that always makes her happy, cuz usually I tell her to leave her alone.) The next thing I knew they were both asleep like this. It was so cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SfYbAe5ahkI/AAAAAAAAAME/GyVbQTCnkl4/s1600-h/128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329476904147387970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SfYbAe5ahkI/AAAAAAAAAME/GyVbQTCnkl4/s320/128.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/8147389461263797653-5522209164497197249?l=wkrodriguez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wkrodriguez.blogspot.com/feeds/5522209164497197249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8147389461263797653&amp;postID=5522209164497197249' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147389461263797653/posts/default/5522209164497197249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147389461263797653/posts/default/5522209164497197249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wkrodriguez.blogspot.com/2009/04/couple-cute-pics.html' title='A couple cute pics!'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08197600971924842822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SNghmnR2RRI/AAAAAAAAAA0/kSq4wY0YjRw/S220/TALIA+11+MESES+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SfYbbyrzjSI/AAAAAAAAAMs/UzHQLqtTwMU/s72-c/204.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147389461263797653.post-7812423173741940738</id><published>2009-04-22T09:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T09:53:01.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter/Blessing</title><content type='html'>This is Talia with her and Krissi's easter baskets. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/Se9JecPSjKI/AAAAAAAAALM/w3JC22D-sHQ/s1600-h/191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327557671527812258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/Se9JecPSjKI/AAAAAAAAALM/w3JC22D-sHQ/s320/191.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/Se9H_-B87yI/AAAAAAAAALE/U5ODB0jTt3M/s1600-h/199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327556048511102754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/Se9H_-B87yI/AAAAAAAAALE/U5ODB0jTt3M/s320/199.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We blessed Krissi on Easter Sunday while my parents and Jorrie were here. I made this little bunny cake, and it actually turned our pretty cute. I finished it the night before and put it in the oven because I have very limited counter space. Well Sunday afternoon as we are making dinner, my mom preheats the oven for the potatoes. I go to put the potatoes in and I open the oven door to fine my poor little bunny, with his "white fur" (frosting and coconut, along with her jelly bean face) all melting off in front of my eyes! I was so disappointed because I hadn't even taken a picture yet! So Wuilman and I go looking for someplace that is still open on Easter Sunday and has frosting. (Gas stations have stopped carrying cake mixes and frosting!) I couldn't find anything, finally I found a Walmart that was open. The only frosting they had was chocolate , (the cake is carrot, so yuck, but I was thinking I might have to make it work just for the picture.) They did have some of that marshmallow stuff in the jar, so i got that too. I ended up using the mallow stuff and hurried and took a picture before it ran down the poor little bunny too. Overall it got eaten and was still pretty cute, in a feel sorry for me kind of way :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/Se9Hp0mULuI/AAAAAAAAAK0/b2fhlF0WrR8/s1600-h/195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327555668022144738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/Se9Hp0mULuI/AAAAAAAAAK0/b2fhlF0WrR8/s320/195.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's Talia finding the eggs in the back yard. Wuilman hid them one by one, this was my hiding, a whole group in one spot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/Se9HYV0_bwI/AAAAAAAAAKs/3LZ0BgGRlzA/s1600-h/183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327555367704424194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/Se9HYV0_bwI/AAAAAAAAAKs/3LZ0BgGRlzA/s320/183.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is Krissi in the blessing dress I wore when I was blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/Se9GyZ3_TjI/AAAAAAAAAKk/PglUNJyO6nM/s1600-h/160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327554715955711538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/Se9GyZ3_TjI/AAAAAAAAAKk/PglUNJyO6nM/s320/160.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/Se9GjteagII/AAAAAAAAAKc/CZ7YotxWy7E/s1600-h/167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327554463519113346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/Se9GjteagII/AAAAAAAAAKc/CZ7YotxWy7E/s320/167.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/Se9GR1G4W8I/AAAAAAAAAKU/ZrYOK8kUmMc/s1600-h/147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327554156330245058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/Se9GR1G4W8I/AAAAAAAAAKU/ZrYOK8kUmMc/s320/147.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma and Grandpa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/Se9GAa26YGI/AAAAAAAAAKM/IEh6dTiOBX8/s1600-h/141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327553857226170466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/Se9GAa26YGI/AAAAAAAAAKM/IEh6dTiOBX8/s320/141.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talia loves her "princess" easter dress and she loved that Krissi got to be a cute princess too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our Easter was great because we got to bless our new little princess and my parents and Jorrie got to be here, but we missed the rest of our families!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147389461263797653-7812423173741940738?l=wkrodriguez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wkrodriguez.blogspot.com/feeds/7812423173741940738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8147389461263797653&amp;postID=7812423173741940738' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147389461263797653/posts/default/7812423173741940738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147389461263797653/posts/default/7812423173741940738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wkrodriguez.blogspot.com/2009/04/easterblessing.html' title='Easter/Blessing'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08197600971924842822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SNghmnR2RRI/AAAAAAAAAA0/kSq4wY0YjRw/S220/TALIA+11+MESES+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/Se9JecPSjKI/AAAAAAAAALM/w3JC22D-sHQ/s72-c/191.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147389461263797653.post-4528879657667693465</id><published>2009-03-26T14:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T15:09:26.032-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Krissi, Finally!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/Scv4w_gSp1I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/K4fnrBf4nFY/s1600-h/112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317617305605285714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/Scv4w_gSp1I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/K4fnrBf4nFY/s320/112.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kristina (Krissi) Kathryn Rodriguez, finally decided to join us in this world Saturday, March 21st at 3:10 a.m. She was 9 pounds 15 ounces, yes almost 10 pounds and 22 inches. She is a big girl no doubt about it. I don't know how this almost 2-foot baby lived inside of me for so long. How I survived the delivery I'm not sure, but I did it without having a C-section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/Scv4pdiA38I/AAAAAAAAAJs/3f-4R1iRK9c/s1600-h/117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317617176226619330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/Scv4pdiA38I/AAAAAAAAAJs/3f-4R1iRK9c/s320/117.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Talia wearing her "Big Sister" t-shirt holding her baby sister for the first time. So far she is a big helper. She is super noisy but it doesn't seem to bother Krissi too much. She can sleep through anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/Scv4gGBZi-I/AAAAAAAAAJk/xG9bhdcehy8/s1600-h/128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317617015296986082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/Scv4gGBZi-I/AAAAAAAAAJk/xG9bhdcehy8/s320/128.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Krissi is a March baby, I thought it would be cute to take her picture in this St. Patty's day hat. Aunt Jorrie made the cute headband to go with it. We took these pictures after the hospital's photographer took her pictures in a little dress, but we thought these ones were cuter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/Scv4ZAcu4vI/AAAAAAAAAJc/j9SM7tqfb0A/s1600-h/127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317616893541933810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/Scv4ZAcu4vI/AAAAAAAAAJc/j9SM7tqfb0A/s320/127.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So overall we are all doing pretty well. Krissi is a pretty good sleeper and eater. She, just like most babies like to take her "long" naps during the day instead of at night time. I am just a little sore and a little tired, but having my mom here is a big help. I just wanted to give a little update to everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/8147389461263797653-4528879657667693465?l=wkrodriguez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wkrodriguez.blogspot.com/feeds/4528879657667693465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8147389461263797653&amp;postID=4528879657667693465' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147389461263797653/posts/default/4528879657667693465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147389461263797653/posts/default/4528879657667693465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wkrodriguez.blogspot.com/2009/03/baby-krissi-finally.html' title='Baby Krissi, Finally!!'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08197600971924842822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SNghmnR2RRI/AAAAAAAAAA0/kSq4wY0YjRw/S220/TALIA+11+MESES+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/Scv4w_gSp1I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/K4fnrBf4nFY/s72-c/112.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147389461263797653.post-7207253120982126845</id><published>2009-03-18T06:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T06:36:02.645-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Going CRAZY!!!</title><content type='html'>I don't know who really wants to read this, but I just would like to vent so here it goes. Ok, so I went to the Dr. yesterday. I had my sonogram, and the baby is about 8 pounds 4 oz, so that's not really that big. I know they can be wrong a pound either way, but if it is at least close I think I can handle that. So a c-section won't be necessary so there is one fear of mine put to rest. But of course my Dr. is out of this week so I was seeing a new DR. Well I heard his schedule 3 inductions while I was in the office. I guess because he has all his patients plus my Dr's his schedule is full. He thought he could induce me on Friday, but turns out he is full till Monday. MONDAY! Are you kidding me!? I am dying here. What am I supposed to do till Monday? So I am sure hoping that if I can just take a lot of long walks that I can start by myself here any day. We'll see. I was having some contractions last night, but nothing really intense. I guess my belly makes a super great home because this baby never wants to leave!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147389461263797653-7207253120982126845?l=wkrodriguez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wkrodriguez.blogspot.com/feeds/7207253120982126845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8147389461263797653&amp;postID=7207253120982126845' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147389461263797653/posts/default/7207253120982126845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147389461263797653/posts/default/7207253120982126845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wkrodriguez.blogspot.com/2009/03/going-crazy.html' title='Going CRAZY!!!'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08197600971924842822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SNghmnR2RRI/AAAAAAAAAA0/kSq4wY0YjRw/S220/TALIA+11+MESES+006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147389461263797653.post-4574144575476418081</id><published>2009-03-13T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T09:15:21.447-07:00</updated><title type='text'>39 Weeks and counting!!!</title><content type='html'>So here is a picture finally, for anyone who really cared :) If I look like I just woke up from a nap, I did. So I went to the Dr. yesterday and I am only dilated at a 2! I have been a 1 1/2 for the past 3 weeks, but still not much of an improvement. He said that the baby is still up pretty high, as you can see. So he wants to induce me. He offered to induce me last night, but I asked him if I could wait for my mom to come on Tuesday. He agreed, but said I need to get an ultrasound to see exactly how big the baby is, because he said this one is definately bigger than Talia (7 1/2 pounds). So since I've been home and thinking about it, I have been going crazy wondering why he really needs to know how big the baby is unless he thinks she is so big that I will need a c-section. I really hope that isn't necessary, but I guess we'll have to wait and see. So I go in on Tuesday for the ultrasound and appointment, and if nothing has happened they will probably induce me that day or the next. They were going to induce me with Talia also, but the night before I was supposed to go in, my body went into labor by itself. I really hope that happens again. I have heard such horror stories about women who have been induced! Either way, I can't wait to bring my new little baby home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SbqFBJClYcI/AAAAAAAAAJU/iyoNL2ghPJM/s1600-h/114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312704965090042306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SbqFBJClYcI/AAAAAAAAAJU/iyoNL2ghPJM/s320/114.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/8147389461263797653-4574144575476418081?l=wkrodriguez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wkrodriguez.blogspot.com/feeds/4574144575476418081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8147389461263797653&amp;postID=4574144575476418081' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147389461263797653/posts/default/4574144575476418081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147389461263797653/posts/default/4574144575476418081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wkrodriguez.blogspot.com/2009/03/39-weeks-and-counting.html' title='39 Weeks and counting!!!'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08197600971924842822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SNghmnR2RRI/AAAAAAAAAA0/kSq4wY0YjRw/S220/TALIA+11+MESES+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SbqFBJClYcI/AAAAAAAAAJU/iyoNL2ghPJM/s72-c/114.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147389461263797653.post-8233576824255165794</id><published>2009-03-09T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T10:00:16.829-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dress Up......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SbVHWaT9a7I/AAAAAAAAAJM/_a2AgVNZpSc/s1600-h/114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311229785899101106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SbVHWaT9a7I/AAAAAAAAAJM/_a2AgVNZpSc/s320/114.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well Talia is in the stage of being a princess and I have been wanting to get her some dress-up stuff for a while, but I just haven't. Usually, her princess atire includes just wrapping one of her blankets around herself like a dress. I was going through some old stuff and found an old swimming suit. Talia gasped and said, "Mama, princess!" I didn't really want her to wander around the house in that, so I had to really look around and what else I had that she would think was better than a swimsuit. My mom had bought me this kind of maternity shirt when I was pregnant with Talia, but I've never worn it. (Sorry mom) It has beads and sequence on the neckline and along the wrists and comes with a belt with the same stuff. So as you can see, I put it on her, tied an old scarf around her waist to keep it up, and the used the belt as the "princess hat." She wouldn't take it off for the rest of the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SbVHR9dyztI/AAAAAAAAAJE/nW2htRpSOhs/s1600-h/116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311229709436243666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SbVHR9dyztI/AAAAAAAAAJE/nW2htRpSOhs/s320/116.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It is so fun to see her use her imagination as she gets older. Her new favorite thing is to pretend she is different animals or people. All day long she kept telling me, "Mama, it's me Princess"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SbVHMnOK9LI/AAAAAAAAAI8/OTDxu-2CJu0/s1600-h/113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311229617565791410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SbVHMnOK9LI/AAAAAAAAAI8/OTDxu-2CJu0/s320/113.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then the next day, I went to the grocery store and they had all the dress-up on clearance! Now I had no exscuse. So I finally gave in and bought her a princess dress. She already had the crown and high-heeled shoes thanks to aunt Angie. As soon as she put this outfit on she told me, "Mama, it's me, princess "I know you!"" and she would hold up her skirt and twirl around. Princess "I know you" for those of you who may not know, is Sleeping Beauty. Take yourselves back to the movie, that is the song she sings about the prince. "I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream......." Anyway, that's all she knows. She doesn't say sleeping beauty or rose or aurora. She just calls her, "I know you. So all day long she was princess "I know you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SbVHB-cdAZI/AAAAAAAAAI0/RP0FvFtfAFg/s1600-h/121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311229434821149074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SbVHB-cdAZI/AAAAAAAAAI0/RP0FvFtfAFg/s320/121.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SbVG15ewK0I/AAAAAAAAAIs/H-cdEHWXBYQ/s1600-h/122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311229227330186050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SbVG15ewK0I/AAAAAAAAAIs/H-cdEHWXBYQ/s320/122.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SbVGr-vO2NI/AAAAAAAAAIk/R28wGpBP9Ec/s1600-h/118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311229056942790866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SbVGr-vO2NI/AAAAAAAAAIk/R28wGpBP9Ec/s320/118.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the end of the day, the little lace layer was already coming off the bottom, oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SbVGjW-6V6I/AAAAAAAAAIc/jv_rZEFR9Oc/s1600-h/119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311228908832184226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SbVGjW-6V6I/AAAAAAAAAIc/jv_rZEFR9Oc/s320/119.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been meaning to blog for a while, but just haven't, no exscuses here really. I have really been wanting to put up a picture of my belly. But  I didn't want to put up a picture of me in my sweats. So every time I go to the dr, and actually get dressed I have been meaning to take a picture, but I never seem to get around to it, before I change back into my sweats! As you san see according to my counter, I should be getting super close right? Well that has my due date as the 15th, but my Dr. said my due date was actually probably closer to the 20th. I didn't believe him and have kept in my head the 15th! Well there has been no change in the last 3 weeks, so I guess I have to stick it out an extra 5 days!!!! Grrrr! I have another appointment on Thursday, so I guess we'll see if there is any news. Maybe I'll get a belly picture up then, but don't hold your breath!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147389461263797653-8233576824255165794?l=wkrodriguez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wkrodriguez.blogspot.com/feeds/8233576824255165794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8147389461263797653&amp;postID=8233576824255165794' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147389461263797653/posts/default/8233576824255165794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147389461263797653/posts/default/8233576824255165794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wkrodriguez.blogspot.com/2009/03/dress-up.html' title='Dress Up......'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08197600971924842822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SNghmnR2RRI/AAAAAAAAAA0/kSq4wY0YjRw/S220/TALIA+11+MESES+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SbVHWaT9a7I/AAAAAAAAAJM/_a2AgVNZpSc/s72-c/114.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147389461263797653.post-24974502845277105</id><published>2009-02-03T14:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T14:36:24.547-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Tag</title><content type='html'>Baby Tag&lt;br /&gt;1- Where were you when you found out? I was in our first GHETTO apartment in Kingsville, I actually went back to the store to buy another test because I couldn't believe it. Wuilman was traveling with baseball.&lt;br /&gt;2- Who did you first tell? I went and bought an "I Love Daddy" bib and these little baseball booties and left them on the table for when Wuilman got home from baseball (we still haven't used the booties since we had a girl)&lt;br /&gt;3- Did you find out the sex of the baby? Yes, I don't know how anyone could handle not finding out.&lt;br /&gt;4- Did you have morning sickness? More like all-day sickness!&lt;br /&gt;5- How much weight did you gain? A whopping 48 pounds, yikes!&lt;br /&gt;6- Did you get any stretch marks? Yes! We'll leave it at that.&lt;br /&gt;7- Did you have any cravings? Fruit.&lt;br /&gt;8- Were there any complications? No.&lt;br /&gt;9- When and where did you go into labor?  I started feeling contactions while my mom and Wuilman and I were shopping for a carseat and just continued all night long at home.&lt;br /&gt;10- Did your water break? No, the doctor had to break it.&lt;br /&gt;11- Who drove to the hospital? Wuilman&lt;br /&gt;12- Who was in the room for the birth? Wuilman and my mom&lt;br /&gt;13- Was the baby born early or late? The day after my due date.&lt;br /&gt;14- How long were you in labor for? I never know what to say, I had strong contractions all night long maybe at like midnight but didn't go to the hospital till 7 a.m. and had her at 12:35 I think&lt;br /&gt;15- Did you have any drugs for the pain? Epidural :)&lt;br /&gt;16- Natural or C-Section? Natural&lt;br /&gt;17- What was your first reaction after birth? I couldn't believe what just happened, and I just wanted someone to pay attention to me! My mom and Wuilman were over with the baby and my dr was talking to a nurse about some dumb book they had read! Hello I just had a kid! Maybe this is the 100th time you did this today, but it's the first for me!&lt;br /&gt;18- How big was the baby? 7 lbs 8 oz&lt;br /&gt;19- Date and time of birth? Nov 15, 2006 12:35 am I think&lt;br /&gt;20- Baby's name? Talia Rosa Rodriguez.&lt;br /&gt;21- Does the name have any significant meaning? Rosa is Wuilman's mom's name&lt;br /&gt;22- Did the baby have any complications? No&lt;br /&gt;23- How old is the baby today? Almost 27 months&lt;br /&gt;24- What kind of temperament has the baby had so far? When she was a baby, I think she was pretty close to perfect, not a lot of crying and whining, but she has definately come into her terrible 2's the last couple of months.&lt;br /&gt;25- Would you change anything about it? I think it went as perfectly as one could expect. My mom actually told me during labor, this is happening too easily for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag Angie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147389461263797653-24974502845277105?l=wkrodriguez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wkrodriguez.blogspot.com/feeds/24974502845277105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8147389461263797653&amp;postID=24974502845277105' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147389461263797653/posts/default/24974502845277105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147389461263797653/posts/default/24974502845277105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wkrodriguez.blogspot.com/2009/02/baby-tag.html' title='Baby Tag'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08197600971924842822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SNghmnR2RRI/AAAAAAAAAA0/kSq4wY0YjRw/S220/TALIA+11+MESES+006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147389461263797653.post-7794456085097533829</id><published>2009-01-30T14:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T15:04:08.112-08:00</updated><title type='text'>.......And Found</title><content type='html'>So we found our puppy Cyndi! I called the lost pet hotline, made more flyers,  I even put a lost ad on Craigs list. I thought I had heard Cyndi barking this morning coming from a near by garage but I couldn't tell for sure. Wuilman and I went to a couple neighbor's houses to see if they had seen her. About an hour later someone called and said they had her in their garage. They live directly in back of us. We got really lucky. I don't know if anyone even read the other post, but I just wanted to say that we found her! When we got her, Cyndi ran up to Talia and knocked her over so hard it knocked her shoe off. I wanted to get a good picture of them playing together but they are both too excited to hold still!.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147389461263797653-7794456085097533829?l=wkrodriguez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wkrodriguez.blogspot.com/feeds/7794456085097533829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8147389461263797653&amp;postID=7794456085097533829' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147389461263797653/posts/default/7794456085097533829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147389461263797653/posts/default/7794456085097533829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wkrodriguez.blogspot.com/2009/01/and-found.html' title='.......And Found'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08197600971924842822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SNghmnR2RRI/AAAAAAAAAA0/kSq4wY0YjRw/S220/TALIA+11+MESES+006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147389461263797653.post-3112635041954587160</id><published>2009-01-30T07:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T07:46:33.333-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost Puppy!</title><content type='html'>Well I went to feed Cyndi (our puppy) last night and she wasn't in our yard. The last couple of days I have noticed there was a hole in in our fence where she could get into our neighbors yard.&lt;br /&gt;The neighbors have a little Daschund puppy that she likes to play with. I told Wuilman about it, but didn't really think too much about it since whenever I open the door to go outside she comes running back. Well I guess she went over to the neighbors for a playdate yesterday afternoon sometime and didn't come back! When I looked into the neighbors yard I couldn't see her and the neighbors weren't home. Anyway, there is a hole in the neighbors fence that goes to the street and that goes to the next yard. So we drove around, as hopeless as it was to last night when Wuilman got home at 10:30 to try and find her, and made some lost flyers and put them all over. Talia knows that Cyndi isn't here at our house, but I don't think she knows that she probably isn't ever coming back. It's so sad, Talia will go outside and call to her. She even slept with one of the lost flyers last night! I am just super bummed out. We miss our "puppy Nene!"&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SYMfiE5gKEI/AAAAAAAAAIE/17P7dHxdoIo/s1600-h/093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297112257008773186" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 248px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SYMfiE5gKEI/AAAAAAAAAIE/17P7dHxdoIo/s320/093.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147389461263797653-3112635041954587160?l=wkrodriguez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wkrodriguez.blogspot.com/feeds/3112635041954587160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8147389461263797653&amp;postID=3112635041954587160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147389461263797653/posts/default/3112635041954587160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147389461263797653/posts/default/3112635041954587160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wkrodriguez.blogspot.com/2009/01/lost-puppy.html' title='Lost Puppy!'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08197600971924842822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SNghmnR2RRI/AAAAAAAAAA0/kSq4wY0YjRw/S220/TALIA+11+MESES+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SYMfiE5gKEI/AAAAAAAAAIE/17P7dHxdoIo/s72-c/093.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147389461263797653.post-4903779401089826877</id><published>2009-01-22T11:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T11:22:56.425-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 30th!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SXjGKwYOOYI/AAAAAAAAAH8/SMYkkjU5nIo/s1600-h/085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294199250061506946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SXjGKwYOOYI/AAAAAAAAAH8/SMYkkjU5nIo/s320/085.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wuilman turned 30 this month! We had just gotten back from Idaho so we just hung out at the house and barbequed. I guess that is one benefit of living in Texas, that you can be outside in January without freezing! Since it was Wuilman's birthday I was going to cook one of his favorite meals from Venezuela that I've learned how to make, but when we got back he said he wanted to grill up a TON of meat. So I let him be in charge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SXjGHAc6zWI/AAAAAAAAAH0/wWnCmt_tkHU/s1600-h/087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294199185656696162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SXjGHAc6zWI/AAAAAAAAAH0/wWnCmt_tkHU/s320/087.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SXjGCI79PQI/AAAAAAAAAHs/fl9bncvguT4/s1600-h/088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294199102035016962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SXjGCI79PQI/AAAAAAAAAHs/fl9bncvguT4/s320/088.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Everything was a little burnt, but nothing went to waste! Not at our house! &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SXjF6O1jZKI/AAAAAAAAAHk/fAP02NJ-OaI/s1600-h/089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294198966179816610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SXjF6O1jZKI/AAAAAAAAAHk/fAP02NJ-OaI/s320/089.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wuilman is also not a big fan of cakes, but I talked him into letting me make one for him. It wasn't very creative, but it was pink! He likes strawberry :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SXjFzWteDxI/AAAAAAAAAHc/gf-7ZsHJlTI/s1600-h/091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294198848034311954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SXjFzWteDxI/AAAAAAAAAHc/gf-7ZsHJlTI/s320/091.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These are pictures of Talia outside playing with Cyndi while Wuilman was grilling. Cyndi must have missed Talia because since we've been home, she hasn't attacked Talia and knocked her over as much as she used to. She still licks her face all over (yuck) but she also lets Talia give her hugs! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SXjFwB4vaII/AAAAAAAAAHU/PwMKwf4SmDU/s1600-h/092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294198790904834178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SXjFwB4vaII/AAAAAAAAAHU/PwMKwf4SmDU/s320/092.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/8147389461263797653-4903779401089826877?l=wkrodriguez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wkrodriguez.blogspot.com/feeds/4903779401089826877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8147389461263797653&amp;postID=4903779401089826877' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147389461263797653/posts/default/4903779401089826877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147389461263797653/posts/default/4903779401089826877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wkrodriguez.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-30th.html' title='Happy 30th!'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08197600971924842822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SNghmnR2RRI/AAAAAAAAAA0/kSq4wY0YjRw/S220/TALIA+11+MESES+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SXjGKwYOOYI/AAAAAAAAAH8/SMYkkjU5nIo/s72-c/085.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147389461263797653.post-7067321644562502798</id><published>2008-12-07T16:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T16:47:02.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter Wonderland</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/STxuA47MQ0I/AAAAAAAAAGo/ImLR7Ur9_M0/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277213824931087170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/STxuA47MQ0I/AAAAAAAAAGo/ImLR7Ur9_M0/s320/010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So these are from last year at Thanksgiving in Idaho. I am just so excited to head home for Christmas I wanted to post these, even though I hear there isn't any snow at home yet...... Oh yeah, the sun was in my eyes in this picture, if you couldn't tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/STxt8w7PI6I/AAAAAAAAAGg/dVcfIKT-yog/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277213754064315298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/STxt8w7PI6I/AAAAAAAAAGg/dVcfIKT-yog/s320/008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/STxt3dwvD3I/AAAAAAAAAGY/E4_bT7xYhYg/s1600-h/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277213663020650354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/STxt3dwvD3I/AAAAAAAAAGY/E4_bT7xYhYg/s320/013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Talia could barely move we had her bundled up so tight. Plus she was just learning how to walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/STxtqgAPaPI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/fgG5s74mIAE/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277213440284256498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/STxtqgAPaPI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/fgG5s74mIAE/s320/005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Grandma and Grandpa pushing Talia in the sled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/STxtVwnqg4I/AAAAAAAAAGI/VrJAr_GvBJw/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277213083967325058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/STxtVwnqg4I/AAAAAAAAAGI/VrJAr_GvBJw/s320/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/8147389461263797653-7067321644562502798?l=wkrodriguez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wkrodriguez.blogspot.com/feeds/7067321644562502798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8147389461263797653&amp;postID=7067321644562502798' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147389461263797653/posts/default/7067321644562502798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147389461263797653/posts/default/7067321644562502798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wkrodriguez.blogspot.com/2008/12/winter-wonderland.html' title='Winter Wonderland'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08197600971924842822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SNghmnR2RRI/AAAAAAAAAA0/kSq4wY0YjRw/S220/TALIA+11+MESES+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/STxuA47MQ0I/AAAAAAAAAGo/ImLR7Ur9_M0/s72-c/010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147389461263797653.post-4057381380034281997</id><published>2008-11-24T16:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T17:00:52.305-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Been Tagged!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Little more about me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 Things I was doing 10 years ago:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;. Enjoying middle school to the max &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;2. Getting excited for highschool &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;3. Playing junior high sports&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;4. Having sleepovers/junior high parties at Amanda's house EVERY weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;5. Making home videos about anything and everything with Amanda &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 things on my to-do list:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;1. Take a shower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;2. Put the turkey in the fridge to start defrosting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;3. Go to the grocery store&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;4. Eat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;5. Clean the kitchen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 snacks I enjoy:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;1. Chocolate anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;2. Chips &amp;amp; Salsa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;3. Chips &amp;amp; dip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;4. Cheese &amp;amp; crackers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;5. Veggies &amp;amp; dip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 things I would do if I were a millionaire:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;1. Pay off student loans and finish school &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;2. Buy a new car- SUV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;3. Help out our families&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;4. Put money away for my kids' education&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;5. Travel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 places I've lived:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;1. Mesa, AZ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;2. Soda Springs, ID&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;3. Provo, UT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;4. Porterville, CA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;5. Corpus Christi, Tx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 jobs I've had:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;1. Bergy's restaurant, cashier &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;2. Express, sales associate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;3. Porteville College athletic department, teacher's aide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;4. Springville Inn Bar and Grill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;5. Homeport Federal Credit Union, Supervisor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 people I tag:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;1. Amanda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;2. Hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;3. Sarah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;4. Jesse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;5. Michelle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147389461263797653-4057381380034281997?l=wkrodriguez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wkrodriguez.blogspot.com/feeds/4057381380034281997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8147389461263797653&amp;postID=4057381380034281997' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147389461263797653/posts/default/4057381380034281997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147389461263797653/posts/default/4057381380034281997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wkrodriguez.blogspot.com/2008/11/ive-been-tagged.html' title='I&apos;ve Been Tagged!'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08197600971924842822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SNghmnR2RRI/AAAAAAAAAA0/kSq4wY0YjRw/S220/TALIA+11+MESES+006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147389461263797653.post-163665042072340201</id><published>2008-11-18T16:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T16:21:09.588-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Talia's 2nd Birthday</title><content type='html'>It was Talia's Birthday on Saturday. Wuilman and and I were so excited to give her her little kitchen we woke her up before Wuilman had to leave for work. She wasn't too excited at first, but when she saw all the gifts she forgot how tired she still was. We just had a small barbeque with some friends later that night. It was a lot of fun. I made her a "Finding Nemo" cake, don't look too closely, I didn't spend too much time cleaning up the edges. Sorry there are sooo many pictures, but I just had to throw them all in. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 320px" name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-b3.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=2594073385383595955&amp;amp;site=widget-b3.slide.com"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;div style="WIDTH: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2594073385383595955&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-b3.slide.com/p1/2594073385383595955/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2594073385383595955&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-b3.slide.com/p2/2594073385383595955/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2594073385383595955&amp;amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-b3.slide.com/p4/2594073385383595955/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/8147389461263797653-163665042072340201?l=wkrodriguez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wkrodriguez.blogspot.com/feeds/163665042072340201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8147389461263797653&amp;postID=163665042072340201' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147389461263797653/posts/default/163665042072340201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147389461263797653/posts/default/163665042072340201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wkrodriguez.blogspot.com/2008/11/talias-2nd-birthday.html' title='Talia&apos;s 2nd Birthday'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08197600971924842822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SNghmnR2RRI/AAAAAAAAAA0/kSq4wY0YjRw/S220/TALIA+11+MESES+006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147389461263797653.post-3677071843798084150</id><published>2008-11-07T16:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T17:21:52.928-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bay Fest</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SRToDQO90dI/AAAAAAAAAFo/10DRD2tQJoI/s1600-h/379.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266089006897942994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SRToDQO90dI/AAAAAAAAAFo/10DRD2tQJoI/s320/379.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is at the Bay Fest they throw every year down on the bayfront.  It is kind of like the fair. I think it was back in September, but am just getting around to downloading the pictures. They had Dora and Diego come this year, who Talia loves. Dora was her first word, not mama&lt;br /&gt;:(  Anyway, we waited in line for 45 minutes and then they let you take 1 picture and then push on your way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SRTn9dk8JsI/AAAAAAAAAFg/cV6OJzEBE9s/s1600-h/378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266088907400554178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SRTn9dk8JsI/AAAAAAAAAFg/cV6OJzEBE9s/s320/378.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I took two before they noticed and pushed us out of the way for the next fan. Talia loved them from far away. She even cried when they went on break just before it was our turn. It was so precious. She was crying and waving "Bye Dora, Bye Dora" But she did get a little scared when we got close, so Papa had to go with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SRTn2w5MeVI/AAAAAAAAAFY/TqlIxActpkY/s1600-h/378.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SRTnvCLwcqI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/9IAUhkx5-q4/s1600-h/381.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266088659529003682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SRTnvCLwcqI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/9IAUhkx5-q4/s320/381.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is playing in some bubbles in these ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SRTnlo1L_uI/AAAAAAAAAFI/PDqaVRG0aPc/s1600-h/382.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266088498104631010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SRTnlo1L_uI/AAAAAAAAAFI/PDqaVRG0aPc/s320/382.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These next few are at the pettin zoo. It took her a couple minutes before she got comfortable enough that she would get down and touch the animals by herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SRTndCZ56mI/AAAAAAAAAFA/5H9SeNXX70w/s1600-h/392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266088350350699106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SRTndCZ56mI/AAAAAAAAAFA/5H9SeNXX70w/s320/392.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SRTnVg3M_6I/AAAAAAAAAE4/IOrp2TyeIwk/s1600-h/387.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266088221087694754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SRTnVg3M_6I/AAAAAAAAAE4/IOrp2TyeIwk/s320/387.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SRTnP1hOYOI/AAAAAAAAAEw/i6g0TWMNaG8/s1600-h/388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266088123553439970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SRTnP1hOYOI/AAAAAAAAAEw/i6g0TWMNaG8/s320/388.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This last one is about the only game that she could do, so we let her pick out a ducky and win a prize. I think I even ended up picking out her duck for her because she couldn't pick one. She kept saying, "Kack, Kack! 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SQ6Faq929EI/AAAAAAAAADg/zlJyWkJ1DPU/s320/415.JPG" border="0" /&gt;                                             Talia was a little scared of the scary masks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SQ6FKdxo74I/AAAAAAAAADY/O-H8MoXo1aQ/s1600-h/406.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264291429280706434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SQ6FKdxo74I/AAAAAAAAADY/O-H8MoXo1aQ/s320/406.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                   Getting ready to go trick-or-treating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SQ6EDRZb87I/AAAAAAAAADQ/BMtHbt78-OM/s1600-h/404.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264290206187254706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SQ6EDRZb87I/AAAAAAAAADQ/BMtHbt78-OM/s320/404.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SQ6DzvEIVWI/AAAAAAAAADI/mkYTSu37WTM/s1600-h/397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264289939273045346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SQ6DzvEIVWI/AAAAAAAAADI/mkYTSu37WTM/s320/397.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SQ6DWUlREiI/AAAAAAAAADA/HRFjCSWHo0c/s1600-h/396.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264289433948066338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SQ6DWUlREiI/AAAAAAAAADA/HRFjCSWHo0c/s320/396.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/8147389461263797653-6742004296224445469?l=wkrodriguez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wkrodriguez.blogspot.com/feeds/6742004296224445469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8147389461263797653&amp;postID=6742004296224445469' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147389461263797653/posts/default/6742004296224445469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147389461263797653/posts/default/6742004296224445469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wkrodriguez.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween!'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08197600971924842822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SNghmnR2RRI/AAAAAAAAAA0/kSq4wY0YjRw/S220/TALIA+11+MESES+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SQ6Faq929EI/AAAAAAAAADg/zlJyWkJ1DPU/s72-c/415.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147389461263797653.post-982712074075100272</id><published>2008-10-28T06:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T07:10:33.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Festival</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SQcb8CZ43EI/AAAAAAAAABM/IiB12YPVcik/s1600-h/IMG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262205407857269826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 227px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SQcb8CZ43EI/AAAAAAAAABM/IiB12YPVcik/s320/IMG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They had a Halloween Festival at the elementary school where Wuilman works, so we decided to go and take Talia. (Another exscuse to wear her costume!) Anyway, they were taking these super cute pictures. She is a little sick with a cough and didn't feel super good, so had cried a little bit and smeared her makeup, but it's not too bad. Everything else was too old for her though. She had fun seeing all the kids in their costumes though. Whenever she saw the Halloween decorations she would say, "Mama, Mama, oooooohhh scary." I am excited to take her trick-or-treating for the first time this weekend with some friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147389461263797653-982712074075100272?l=wkrodriguez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wkrodriguez.blogspot.com/feeds/982712074075100272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8147389461263797653&amp;postID=982712074075100272' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147389461263797653/posts/default/982712074075100272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147389461263797653/posts/default/982712074075100272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wkrodriguez.blogspot.com/2008/10/halloween-festival.html' title='Halloween Festival'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08197600971924842822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SNghmnR2RRI/AAAAAAAAAA0/kSq4wY0YjRw/S220/TALIA+11+MESES+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SQcb8CZ43EI/AAAAAAAAABM/IiB12YPVcik/s72-c/IMG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147389461263797653.post-3897050967069272686</id><published>2008-09-21T18:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T18:29:48.884-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Talia &amp; the Mow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SNb01qfNm2I/AAAAAAAAAAs/BlbpXhQcJcU/s1600-h/mow%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SNb01qfNm2I/AAAAAAAAAAs/BlbpXhQcJcU/s320/mow%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248651618522340194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;    Our adorable daughter playing with the kitty at Grandma's house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147389461263797653-3897050967069272686?l=wkrodriguez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wkrodriguez.blogspot.com/feeds/3897050967069272686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8147389461263797653&amp;postID=3897050967069272686' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147389461263797653/posts/default/3897050967069272686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147389461263797653/posts/default/3897050967069272686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wkrodriguez.blogspot.com/2008/09/talia-mow.html' title='Talia &amp; the Mow'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08197600971924842822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SNghmnR2RRI/AAAAAAAAAA0/kSq4wY0YjRw/S220/TALIA+11+MESES+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NBjCnXhZ1Hs/SNb01qfNm2I/AAAAAAAAAAs/BlbpXhQcJcU/s72-c/mow%21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
