<?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-6644171234956436805</id><updated>2011-11-01T01:56:57.220-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wright Five</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SgxdbElqroI/AAAAAAAACAc/izametAZyuE/S220/4_Wright_Rob_and_Em_4_x6_-_IMG_5331.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>248</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644171234956436805.post-4604389466250492804</id><published>2011-04-18T20:02:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T20:50:52.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;T-ball practice started 3 weeks ago.   We had our first practice and the last 3 have been canceled due to rain.   Thankfully God held back the rain until minutes after practice  finished tonight.  I was more excited than they were I think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5Oxs9Ig536g/TazokiFMmgI/AAAAAAAAC7I/Ofgxsjt3z_w/s1600/IMG_4927.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5Oxs9Ig536g/TazokiFMmgI/AAAAAAAAC7I/Ofgxsjt3z_w/s400/IMG_4927.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597104151236221442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Kvd-muM2r-I/TazokUyF73I/AAAAAAAAC7A/Rak_P4NV0Tc/s1600/IMG_4926.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Kvd-muM2r-I/TazokUyF73I/AAAAAAAAC7A/Rak_P4NV0Tc/s400/IMG_4926.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597104147666431858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ep8Cjlsx-V8/TazokK0PO-I/AAAAAAAAC64/19ABWRJ46xc/s1600/IMG_4921.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ep8Cjlsx-V8/TazokK0PO-I/AAAAAAAAC64/19ABWRJ46xc/s400/IMG_4921.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597104144991075298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jenna decided in the van that she  didn't want to play today.  That was it.  Anyone who knows Jenna  personally knows that Jenna is VERY hard headed.  So, I tried to play it  cool.  I didn't push it.  I knew if I argued with her she would  definitely not do it.  We made it to the field and everyone ran out to  the coaches.  Jenna, however, had other plans.  She stood in one spot  with her head down in complete pout mode.  I left her there by the field  and went to sit down.  I was secretly wishing for her to pick up her  head and joyfully skip onto the field.  Knowing that she wasn't going to  do that, I would have settled for a grouchy trudge onto the field.   After about 10 minutes, she did just that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CP7it4ELGtA/TazojkkgnlI/AAAAAAAAC6w/ojLpQbfD6dI/s1600/IMG_4918.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CP7it4ELGtA/TazojkkgnlI/AAAAAAAAC6w/ojLpQbfD6dI/s400/IMG_4918.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597104134724558418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kBSz9VBsAOg/TazojCEUqQI/AAAAAAAAC6o/nJ89aceTCsA/s1600/IMG_4916.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kBSz9VBsAOg/TazojCEUqQI/AAAAAAAAC6o/nJ89aceTCsA/s400/IMG_4916.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597104125462751490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Syd hit the ball and ran to get it.  When Ethan picked the ball up she proceeded to pull her hat down and scream at the top of her lungs.  She was FURIOUS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9ONCCuRkpZc/TazndeH9fqI/AAAAAAAAC6g/hfngzALjsuU/s1600/IMG_4912.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9ONCCuRkpZc/TazndeH9fqI/AAAAAAAAC6g/hfngzALjsuU/s400/IMG_4912.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597102930403360418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Notice the ball is behind her!  That happened A LOT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j-jSLaFHhD4/Taznc4W25mI/AAAAAAAAC6Y/CV86DjV0cTg/s1600/IMG_4908.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j-jSLaFHhD4/Taznc4W25mI/AAAAAAAAC6Y/CV86DjV0cTg/s400/IMG_4908.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597102920265295458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She wanted nothing to do with  practice.  She didn't listen, she didn't follow directions, and  eventually she had Ethan wanting to quit.  I tried to sit back and let  the coaches guide, but it wasn't going great.  So, I walked to the  dugout and talked to them both.  Ethan willingly went back out to the  field and happily finished practice.  Jenna, on the other hand, still  wandered around the field and refused to participate.  I was so annoyed!   Jenna pushes it with any new authority figure.  She tries to push it  as far as she can.  The coaches don't want to tell her what to do.  So,  she didn't do anything she was supposed to.  Ugh!  I'm gonna just sit  back and try to enjoy it.  Even if she never pays a bit of attention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-63asCeITUgY/TazncpBhwxI/AAAAAAAAC6Q/ExMMMn2uJCs/s1600/IMG_4907.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-63asCeITUgY/TazncpBhwxI/AAAAAAAAC6Q/ExMMMn2uJCs/s400/IMG_4907.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597102916149297938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ethan wanted that ball.  He's getting ready to yell at Syd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Zv4O4JJgwN4/TazncB-7P_I/AAAAAAAAC6I/QoYgUmj8zok/s1600/IMG_4904.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Zv4O4JJgwN4/TazncB-7P_I/AAAAAAAAC6I/QoYgUmj8zok/s400/IMG_4904.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597102905669402610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_In7-JeCyHo/TaznbsMkVAI/AAAAAAAAC6A/RDpVszhoX9I/s1600/IMG_4902.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_In7-JeCyHo/TaznbsMkVAI/AAAAAAAAC6A/RDpVszhoX9I/s400/IMG_4902.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597102899821040642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644171234956436805-4604389466250492804?l=thewrightfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/feeds/4604389466250492804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644171234956436805&amp;postID=4604389466250492804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/4604389466250492804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/4604389466250492804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/2011/04/finally.html' title='Finally!!'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SgxdbElqroI/AAAAAAAACAc/izametAZyuE/S220/4_Wright_Rob_and_Em_4_x6_-_IMG_5331.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5Oxs9Ig536g/TazokiFMmgI/AAAAAAAAC7I/Ofgxsjt3z_w/s72-c/IMG_4927.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644171234956436805.post-3134106253139972237</id><published>2011-04-04T21:29:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T22:00:28.811-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Is It Broken???</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't you hate when you don't know how  serious an illness or injury is?  On Friday the 18th I received a phone  call at work.  It's never good when the school calls.  The kids were on  a field trip to the Evansville Children's Museum and had stopped at a  playground on the way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YVdENtxDcrE/TZqE0rgb3XI/AAAAAAAAC54/19DYXH_3ulw/s1600/IMG_4838.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YVdENtxDcrE/TZqE0rgb3XI/AAAAAAAAC54/19DYXH_3ulw/s400/IMG_4838.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591927927900724594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jenna, our tiniest munchkin of all,  fell from nearly the top of the slide.  The reason I can't give exact  details is because the 6+ teachers/aide's weren't watching.  They had to  ask the other kids to show them where she was.  She was holding and  favoring her left arm the entire way home and I needed to meet the bus  to check her out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rfOxgBaOFvQ/TZqE0ZqjGUI/AAAAAAAAC5w/JT0BJuT_64A/s1600/IMG_4837.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rfOxgBaOFvQ/TZqE0ZqjGUI/AAAAAAAAC5w/JT0BJuT_64A/s400/IMG_4837.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591927923111303490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wasn't going to do this, but why in  the world wouldn't someone have their eye on probably the most dangerous  piece of play equipment in the entire park?  The kids are ages 3 to 5!!   Okay, I got that out of my system.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QR9B7HNN1KE/TZqE0PQaV_I/AAAAAAAAC5o/7E0EwC6-aoY/s1600/IMG_4835.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QR9B7HNN1KE/TZqE0PQaV_I/AAAAAAAAC5o/7E0EwC6-aoY/s400/IMG_4835.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591927920317323250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anyway, I looked her over and besides a  few scratches on her head, nothing was bruised or swollen.  I decided  to let it go.  I couldn't help but wonder if I was making the right  decision.  Do fractures swell or bruise?  I had no idea.  So, I called  After Hours on Saturday to ask what they thought.  They assured me that  it could wait until Monday without doing anymore harm.  So, I wrapped  her arm and iced it.  I knew it hurt because she flinched and winced in  her sleep when I pushed on it.  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SXNnc3NDRq4/TZqEzgkzY7I/AAAAAAAAC5g/VXSNMCRxKFI/s1600/IMG_4834.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SXNnc3NDRq4/TZqEzgkzY7I/AAAAAAAAC5g/VXSNMCRxKFI/s400/IMG_4834.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591927907786384306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;By Monday she was pretty much back to  normal.  Tuesday we met our friends Ashley &amp;amp; Trisha at the  playground.  Jenna fell when she was getting off the slide and landed on  her arm again.  After that, I knew I needed to get it checked out.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-itOpCIMvnXo/TZqEzdM_L-I/AAAAAAAAC5Y/uWjX7KrbA-8/s1600/IMG_4833.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-itOpCIMvnXo/TZqEzdM_L-I/AAAAAAAAC5Y/uWjX7KrbA-8/s400/IMG_4833.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591927906881187810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wednesday we went down and had it X-rayed.  She has a greenline (greenstick) fracture.  The plan is to take it easy and pray she doesn't injure it more.  We didn't splint it because the Dr. said it should heal fine on its own.  Praise God it wasn't more serious.  &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Poor girl!!  She was such a trooper!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644171234956436805-3134106253139972237?l=thewrightfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/feeds/3134106253139972237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644171234956436805&amp;postID=3134106253139972237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/3134106253139972237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/3134106253139972237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/2011/04/is-it-broken.html' title='Is It Broken???'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SgxdbElqroI/AAAAAAAACAc/izametAZyuE/S220/4_Wright_Rob_and_Em_4_x6_-_IMG_5331.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YVdENtxDcrE/TZqE0rgb3XI/AAAAAAAAC54/19DYXH_3ulw/s72-c/IMG_4838.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644171234956436805.post-8335916531879263700</id><published>2011-03-31T20:57:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T21:16:08.825-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Riddle of the Day!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What do you get when you have three freshly bathed kids...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-style: italic;" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A1Z9d_4Qr70/TZUzeCq3HtI/AAAAAAAAC5Q/wv_yW47Gk94/s1600/IMG_4931.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A1Z9d_4Qr70/TZUzeCq3HtI/AAAAAAAAC5Q/wv_yW47Gk94/s400/IMG_4931.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590431103656074962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Landon not pictured)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-style: italic;" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hB6MyzyqlWc/TZUzdmlN7nI/AAAAAAAAC5I/HClKbaPuVnI/s1600/IMG_4932.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hB6MyzyqlWc/TZUzdmlN7nI/AAAAAAAAC5I/HClKbaPuVnI/s400/IMG_4932.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590431096116211314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-style: italic;" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PfryaCBGlOE/TZUzdLxXA6I/AAAAAAAAC5A/7qTbielaw_I/s1600/IMG_4933.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PfryaCBGlOE/TZUzdLxXA6I/AAAAAAAAC5A/7qTbielaw_I/s400/IMG_4933.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590431088919380898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Taco Tierra nacho cheese...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-style: italic;" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1DH514QhwbI/TZUy-NocJXI/AAAAAAAAC44/YJSUsBMfrK0/s1600/IMG_4934.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1DH514QhwbI/TZUy-NocJXI/AAAAAAAAC44/YJSUsBMfrK0/s400/IMG_4934.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590430556842894706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Toilet water with squishy bug...&lt;/span&gt;  AND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-style: italic;" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kq0-soeg5NA/TZUy9pCFEgI/AAAAAAAAC4w/3SLUknkXhNQ/s1600/IMG_4935.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kq0-soeg5NA/TZUy9pCFEgI/AAAAAAAAC4w/3SLUknkXhNQ/s400/IMG_4935.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590430547018322434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Exhausted mommy with throbbing teeth???  (Braces put on 7 hours ago)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-style: italic;" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LjlHWuSTsvI/TZUy9La7iAI/AAAAAAAAC4o/VZoCNP150jg/s1600/IMG_4937.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LjlHWuSTsvI/TZUy9La7iAI/AAAAAAAAC4o/VZoCNP150jg/s400/IMG_4937.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590430539069491202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;One big mess and...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-style: italic;" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yYGEpX6TFO0/TZUy8lXQBaI/AAAAAAAAC4g/jAXehTRtfDk/s1600/IMG_4940.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yYGEpX6TFO0/TZUy8lXQBaI/AAAAAAAAC4g/jAXehTRtfDk/s400/IMG_4940.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590430528853509538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-style: italic;" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Qsf9k5xFpx8/TZUy8O46OfI/AAAAAAAAC4Y/rqsdDLwFzss/s1600/IMG_4941.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Qsf9k5xFpx8/TZUy8O46OfI/AAAAAAAAC4Y/rqsdDLwFzss/s400/IMG_4941.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590430522820671986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Three little angels all snug in their beds!&lt;/span&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/6644171234956436805-8335916531879263700?l=thewrightfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/feeds/8335916531879263700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644171234956436805&amp;postID=8335916531879263700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/8335916531879263700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/8335916531879263700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/2011/03/riddle-of-day.html' title='Riddle of the Day!!!'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SgxdbElqroI/AAAAAAAACAc/izametAZyuE/S220/4_Wright_Rob_and_Em_4_x6_-_IMG_5331.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A1Z9d_4Qr70/TZUzeCq3HtI/AAAAAAAAC5Q/wv_yW47Gk94/s72-c/IMG_4931.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644171234956436805.post-1183750439579841379</id><published>2011-03-16T21:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T21:36:51.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Verdict Is In...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Well, we have been waiting for over a  month to get Ethan in to see the Allergy Doctor.  Since he was born, he  has coughed constantly.  He can't run, skip, jump, rough house, or do  anything high energy without coughing.  The poor guy, every time the  weather changes he starts in too.  He coughs so hard it hurts.  &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When we got to the doctors office he was a little nervous. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mHefytIaLWY/TZFE5m2uT4I/AAAAAAAAC4Q/PTdphIB1I3E/s1600/IMG_4832.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mHefytIaLWY/TZFE5m2uT4I/AAAAAAAAC4Q/PTdphIB1I3E/s400/IMG_4832.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589324369016803202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We waited for quite a while, so I gave  him my camera to play with.  I NEVER give them anything important to me  to play with.  My phone and camera are absolutely off limits.  Since it  was just Ethan I wanted to calm his fears so I gave him my sacred  camera.  He embraced his artistic side and began snapping away.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He  was such a trooper when they brought the white prongs out and pushed  them on his back.  It itched and hurt and he didn't shed a tear. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TwtUL3m-Ots/TZFE5dlNWjI/AAAAAAAAC4I/0W_ihDda6nY/s1600/IMG_4826.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TwtUL3m-Ots/TZFE5dlNWjI/AAAAAAAAC4I/0W_ihDda6nY/s400/IMG_4826.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589324366527420978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When Dr. White came in we found that  Ethan is not allergic to anything inside.  Praise God!!  The cats can  stay!  He passed with flying colors on everything but one thing.   Outdoor Mold!!  The bad news: Outdoor mold is in the air 10 months out  of the year.  The two months it isn't, January and February, everyone is  sick anyway.  The good news:  Its treatable!!  Pulmicort breathing  treatment everyday.  Bath everyday.  Every time he comes inside he has  to wash his hands and face.  Hopefully he will grow out of it in a year  or two.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KcbjZ-81wmE/TZFE5DaffMI/AAAAAAAAC4A/hiQ96RvENiw/s1600/IMG_4817.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KcbjZ-81wmE/TZFE5DaffMI/AAAAAAAAC4A/hiQ96RvENiw/s400/IMG_4817.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589324359503150274" 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/6644171234956436805-1183750439579841379?l=thewrightfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/feeds/1183750439579841379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644171234956436805&amp;postID=1183750439579841379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/1183750439579841379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/1183750439579841379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/2011/03/verdict-is-in.html' title='The Verdict Is In...'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SgxdbElqroI/AAAAAAAACAc/izametAZyuE/S220/4_Wright_Rob_and_Em_4_x6_-_IMG_5331.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mHefytIaLWY/TZFE5m2uT4I/AAAAAAAAC4Q/PTdphIB1I3E/s72-c/IMG_4832.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644171234956436805.post-6609039882872563337</id><published>2011-03-15T20:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T21:01:31.556-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dorothy, Lion, Monekys and Giraffe!!  Oh My!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We got home the other day and I was  busy making supper when the kids decided to pull out their old costumes  out.  It was so funny.  They had monkeys, a lion, and giraffe.  First  they practiced their biggest ROARS, followed by their best monkey  impersonations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eCJpHAdV5pw/TZE7x4kG4FI/AAAAAAAAC34/L0bhEYU5vS8/s1600/IMG_4775.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eCJpHAdV5pw/TZE7x4kG4FI/AAAAAAAAC34/L0bhEYU5vS8/s400/IMG_4775.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589314340726956114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-upgdQVNB3JY/TZE7xtr9vVI/AAAAAAAAC3w/-LgkpyPnPWI/s1600/IMG_4774.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-upgdQVNB3JY/TZE7xtr9vVI/AAAAAAAAC3w/-LgkpyPnPWI/s400/IMG_4774.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589314337807121746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Princess Dorothy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tnNMb-z-ODA/TZE7Vn97RaI/AAAAAAAAC3o/erSTsqG1Z_A/s1600/IMG_4773.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tnNMb-z-ODA/TZE7Vn97RaI/AAAAAAAAC3o/erSTsqG1Z_A/s400/IMG_4773.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589313855235507618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Then they proceeded to pull each  others tails.  That was what they did for the next hour.  I have to say,  it was nice to fix supper in peace for once.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fjzPp204H3k/TZE7VaDt0VI/AAAAAAAAC3g/xcAxutVaA8Q/s1600/IMG_4771.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fjzPp204H3k/TZE7VaDt0VI/AAAAAAAAC3g/xcAxutVaA8Q/s400/IMG_4771.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589313851501695314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See Mom! This is how monkeys do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FmKvHg6WeK4/TZE7VOxNwyI/AAAAAAAAC3Y/fZEx6usdA9w/s1600/IMG_4767.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FmKvHg6WeK4/TZE7VOxNwyI/AAAAAAAAC3Y/fZEx6usdA9w/s400/IMG_4767.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589313848471307042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7hwC6nx_UcQ/TZE7UxJBPYI/AAAAAAAAC3Q/ccqEMfT-ifM/s1600/IMG_4766.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7hwC6nx_UcQ/TZE7UxJBPYI/AAAAAAAAC3Q/ccqEMfT-ifM/s400/IMG_4766.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589313840518086018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;RRROOOOOOAAARRRRR!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f_fNnSFlVs8/TZE7UtrAIyI/AAAAAAAAC3I/q9h2oO84IcY/s1600/IMG_4765.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f_fNnSFlVs8/TZE7UtrAIyI/AAAAAAAAC3I/q9h2oO84IcY/s400/IMG_4765.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589313839586878242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Landon's best monkey impersonation.&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/6644171234956436805-6609039882872563337?l=thewrightfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/feeds/6609039882872563337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644171234956436805&amp;postID=6609039882872563337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/6609039882872563337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/6609039882872563337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/2011/03/dorothy-lion-monekys-and-giraffe-oh-my.html' title='Dorothy, Lion, Monekys and Giraffe!!  Oh My!!'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SgxdbElqroI/AAAAAAAACAc/izametAZyuE/S220/4_Wright_Rob_and_Em_4_x6_-_IMG_5331.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eCJpHAdV5pw/TZE7x4kG4FI/AAAAAAAAC34/L0bhEYU5vS8/s72-c/IMG_4775.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644171234956436805.post-2100961150843684204</id><published>2011-03-12T19:32:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T20:49:25.934-06:00</updated><title type='text'>How do we...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;discipline Ethan without breaking his spirit??  That is the long time question we have wrestled with.  He is our most difficult and disruptive of the bunch.  Rob and I look back to when they were just little babies.  He was our best baby.  Easily the most laid back and happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b04uS2BMCg4/TXwvrLCaFaI/AAAAAAAAC3A/bcFzQ7krBb4/s1600/IMG_4761.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b04uS2BMCg4/TXwvrLCaFaI/AAAAAAAAC3A/bcFzQ7krBb4/s400/IMG_4761.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583390056776340898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Its funny, I can see the character traits he's inherited from Rob and me.  From what I've been told, Rob was a very goofy little boy.  He did everything in his power to annoy his sister.  He did things like, throw a croquet ball in the air and miss it and knock himself out.  He was just GOOFY!  Always into something he wasn't supposed to.  Ethan is the same way.  He doesn't play with things like normal people.  He breaks stuff or hurts himself because he doesn't play like a normal kid.  He takes toys and causes turmoil and disruption.  Ethan is similar to me in his lack of imagination and enjoyment in playing.  I didn't like playing pretend or barbies or dolls as a kid.  I was more task and goal oriented.  Give me a task and I would work on it until I completed it.  He is just like that.  He doesn't know how to play pretend.  Ethan gets bored with toys and activities quickly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He may not have the knack of playing, but he has been given an ear for music.  That is definitely a trait not inherited from myself or Rob.  He can hear a song one time and practically have it memorized.  He even puts the vibrato in his voice when he sings.  I pray he has a good voice when he gets bigger.  Every second of his day he has a song going through his head.  You know how you hear a song and it drives you crazy because you can't get it out of your head?  Ethan can learn anything by music.  That is his niche.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h3w0Vt41vgI/TXwvqtS_EII/AAAAAAAAC24/4C2ZXWkrF5w/s1600/IMG_4760.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h3w0Vt41vgI/TXwvqtS_EII/AAAAAAAAC24/4C2ZXWkrF5w/s400/IMG_4760.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583390048792809602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So, how do we try to reign in his outbursts and disruption without breaking his spirit?  He is in trouble for screaming and yelling songs, teasing and disrupting the other kids.  He is ALWAYS in trouble.  Its been rough, I feel like he likes getting in trouble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This week has been particularly bad for Ethan.  He was very disruptive and blatantly disobedient.  He ran out in the drive-thru at McDonalds, turned around and smiled after being told seconds before to stay on the sidewalk.  Stuff like that all the time.  So, I made the tough decision to keep him home with Rob and me Friday night instead of letting him go with the others to Grandma and Papaw's house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We spent the next 24 hours working with him and trying to start a new strategy.  We went to Walmart and bought 5 rain gauges.  They are the perfect size for pennies.  So, now we are earning pennies for any good behavior.  We are going to reward pretty much anything good. Once they get pennies up to the 1 they get in a treasure box.  Once they fill their gauge up to the 5 they will go to Walmart to pick out a (cheap) toy.  Ethan picked up on it right away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hopefully this will give him something to work towards.  We will see!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644171234956436805-2100961150843684204?l=thewrightfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/feeds/2100961150843684204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644171234956436805&amp;postID=2100961150843684204' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/2100961150843684204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/2100961150843684204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/2011/03/how-do-we.html' title='How do we...'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SgxdbElqroI/AAAAAAAACAc/izametAZyuE/S220/4_Wright_Rob_and_Em_4_x6_-_IMG_5331.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b04uS2BMCg4/TXwvrLCaFaI/AAAAAAAAC3A/bcFzQ7krBb4/s72-c/IMG_4761.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644171234956436805.post-7372955022912119509</id><published>2011-03-08T20:57:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T21:06:12.263-06:00</updated><title type='text'>PIZZA!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We had a fun filled evening at Sandy's Pizza tonight.  Our long time friends Brian, Ashley, and soon to be big sister Trisha met us at our favorite pizza place.  We both have been really busy and have looked forward to getting together for a loud, rowdy, but fun time.  Any time you get my five little ones together with their best friend Trisha there is bound to be lots of shouting, running, laughing, playing, and loads of fun.  Sandy's has buffet on Tuesday nights and kids under 6 eat free.  That is right up our alley!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It has been a really cold, dreary, rainy day.  The rain has set in and is going to be here until morning I think.  I'm hopeful for warmer weather soon!  The kids are itching to get out and play.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can't wait for the time change this weekend.  I'm trying to train for a half marathon on April 30th.  It gets dark so early we haven't been able to do much running outside.  With the time change we will have another hour of daylight to get in some miles.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sorry I haven't posted in a while.  I haven't taken any pictures lately.  I hate to post without pictures.  That's partly the reason I haven't posted lately.  I kept telling myself to take the camera with me so I can snap some here or there.  So, I decided to go ahead and post anyway.  I promise I will try to get some new ones up soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nothing new really going on.  Hopefully we can fit something fun in this weekend that I can report back with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Have a good week!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644171234956436805-7372955022912119509?l=thewrightfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/feeds/7372955022912119509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644171234956436805&amp;postID=7372955022912119509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/7372955022912119509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/7372955022912119509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/2011/03/pizza.html' title='PIZZA!!!'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SgxdbElqroI/AAAAAAAACAc/izametAZyuE/S220/4_Wright_Rob_and_Em_4_x6_-_IMG_5331.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644171234956436805.post-8835164862499766762</id><published>2011-02-19T22:02:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T22:28:50.175-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Slumber Party!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f0xN5vjjwXc/TWCYHWzRvCI/AAAAAAAAC2w/PkrCjwgJwNI/s1600/IMG_4750.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f0xN5vjjwXc/TWCYHWzRvCI/AAAAAAAAC2w/PkrCjwgJwNI/s400/IMG_4750.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575623590831832098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So, Thursday night the kids asked to sleep in the living room.  I was quick on my feet and told them we would do it on Saturday night.  That stopped any objections and got them into bed peacefully. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I momentarily forgot my "little boys and girls" aren't 3 anymore and remember things now.  It wasn't long after they returned from grandma &amp;amp; papaw's house Peyton asked if we were going to sleep in the living room.  In two seconds the blankets were drug in along with their pillow pets. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We went into the basement and did some wrestling, throwing, jumping, and lots of laughing.  After a premier of The Little Mermaid, a childhood favorite of mine, we came upstairs for jammies.  Rob &amp;amp; I hauled the trusty mattress up and the kids piled on.  That was it.  They haven't moved.  Landon is the first and only one asleep so far.  It's been a great night!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644171234956436805-8835164862499766762?l=thewrightfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/feeds/8835164862499766762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644171234956436805&amp;postID=8835164862499766762' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/8835164862499766762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/8835164862499766762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/2011/02/slumber-party.html' title='Slumber Party!!'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SgxdbElqroI/AAAAAAAACAc/izametAZyuE/S220/4_Wright_Rob_and_Em_4_x6_-_IMG_5331.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f0xN5vjjwXc/TWCYHWzRvCI/AAAAAAAAC2w/PkrCjwgJwNI/s72-c/IMG_4750.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644171234956436805.post-6646729164295604063</id><published>2011-02-15T20:41:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T21:29:18.978-06:00</updated><title type='text'>If I could have one more moment...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I would give you one more kiss!!  I would tell you how much I love you!!   I would grab you up in my arms and squeeze you until you begged for  air!!  Isn't that what we all say about the passing time? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Today I  didn't feel the way I thought I would feel.  Sunday was the day of  total celebration.  The day we all came together to have a huge party  and show the kids just how much we love them.  I had planned on today  being somewhat similar.  I wanted to make it as special as I could. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When  I woke up I found myself lacking in enthusiasm and excitement.  Of  course I masked all of my feelings and put on the biggest smile and woke  all of them up with a big Happy Birthday!!  They popped up and were  happy to have another day dedicated to them.  As I got them settled in  with cups of cereal and Mickey Mouse Club House I went to finish getting  ready.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All morning my mind drifted to the moments just before  their birth up through their first few months.  I ended up meandering  downstairs and looking through their scrapbooks.  I was looking for  something.  Something that reminds me in the most intense way of just  how blessed we are.  I wanted to find their diapers.  These diapers  aren't just any diapers.  They are the diapers they wore right after  they were born.  I pulled one out and just held it.  I remember the day  they were born like it just happened.  I could retell the evening just  as though it were moments ago.  It is forever etched in my mind and  heart.  The day our lives were changed forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-alPuzimTyWY/TVtEMR6GPvI/AAAAAAAAC2o/I1l6wiryvuc/s1600/IMG_4749.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-alPuzimTyWY/TVtEMR6GPvI/AAAAAAAAC2o/I1l6wiryvuc/s400/IMG_4749.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574123941557321458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(This is my MP3 player.  Pictures just don't do it justice)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I carried the diaper with me all day.  I took it to work with me and throughout the day I picked it up and just held it.  I don't know...it is weird.  I wanted to go back in time.  Just for those couple of hours when they were born.  So I could have those moments back and know what I know now.  That way I could hold them without fear of losing them.  I would tell them all the plans I had for them and all the adventures they would have together.  I would take every second I had to will them to fight.  Instead, I look back and see a frightened mommy who was trying to be strong.  I wasn't pushing them to fight, I was preparing myself for loss.  Instead of being their rock, I was protecting myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Today did not feel the way I had hoped it would feel.  No, it was full of memories and moments I will never get back.  I put on a happy face and made the evening fun for the kids, but inside I wanted to go back in time and relive every moment I could.  I wish I could rattle off all the funny things they have done over the past 4 years.  There are so many moments I wish I could relive.  I don't want to do it all over again.  The good Lord knows I definitely don't want anymore kids:), but I have this panic of forgetting.  You know how over time the emotion fades and the memories we once treasured are gone?  That is what I fear. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This day was bitter sweet.  I can't tell you how excited I am to go places and watch the kids take in the world as they see it.  At the same time, I realize time is passing so quickly.  It is like watching the sunset and seeing the very last ray fall below the horizon.  The days of diapers and cribs and bibs are gone.  The last few glimpses of my little babies are quickly fading.  I am scared to blink for fear that they will be gone and I will have missed it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Today was a good day.  It was a day of celebration and reminiscing.  I embraced it fully and am so glad I have this blog to remind me of just how blessed I am. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644171234956436805-6646729164295604063?l=thewrightfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/feeds/6646729164295604063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644171234956436805&amp;postID=6646729164295604063' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/6646729164295604063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/6646729164295604063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/2011/02/if-i-could-have-one-more-moment.html' title='If I could have one more moment...'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SgxdbElqroI/AAAAAAAACAc/izametAZyuE/S220/4_Wright_Rob_and_Em_4_x6_-_IMG_5331.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-alPuzimTyWY/TVtEMR6GPvI/AAAAAAAAC2o/I1l6wiryvuc/s72-c/IMG_4749.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644171234956436805.post-8518721792683814403</id><published>2011-02-13T21:27:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T21:56:01.969-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweets, treats, &amp; candy galore A tasty celebration as  Ethan, Peyton, Landon, Jenna, &amp; Sydney turn 4!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Today was party day!!  The countdown was over, anticipation was at its  max, they have been waiting for this day for at least a month.  We went  to church this morning and rushed home to start decorating.  Thankfully  my sister and brother-in-law came by early to help decorate.  Nikki was a  lifesaver too.  She locked herself in a room and wrapped presents while  I finished setting up the cake stuff.  Seriously, we would have been in  trouble if we hadn't had help.  Thank you!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5C2IpyY2PKw/TVil45Ze-TI/AAAAAAAAC2g/SIx4gDRzIps/s1600/IMG_4698.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5C2IpyY2PKw/TVil45Ze-TI/AAAAAAAAC2g/SIx4gDRzIps/s400/IMG_4698.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573386935769954610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t2hB7V0oi3E/TVil4V1JIDI/AAAAAAAAC2Y/8Q_0YQsqWNM/s1600/IMG_4709.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t2hB7V0oi3E/TVil4V1JIDI/AAAAAAAAC2Y/8Q_0YQsqWNM/s400/IMG_4709.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573386926222286898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My Aunt Jody and I made the cake balls.  They were lions, tigers, frogs,  butterflies, and flowers.  They were a HUGE hit!!  Thanks Jody for all  the hard work you put in to help with those!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ppEH7Nbuo-c/TVil4PpXMxI/AAAAAAAAC2Q/GFgsvYermqU/s1600/IMG_4708.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ppEH7Nbuo-c/TVil4PpXMxI/AAAAAAAAC2Q/GFgsvYermqU/s400/IMG_4708.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573386924562264850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FjwbkA_JmV4/TVil38hRs6I/AAAAAAAAC2I/po999wnduEE/s1600/IMG_4707.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FjwbkA_JmV4/TVil38hRs6I/AAAAAAAAC2I/po999wnduEE/s400/IMG_4707.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573386919428076450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i0IMwlsP06c/TVildt0KFHI/AAAAAAAAC2A/KDb3S8vF8Xo/s1600/IMG_4701.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i0IMwlsP06c/TVildt0KFHI/AAAAAAAAC2A/KDb3S8vF8Xo/s400/IMG_4701.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573386468804138098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Once people started to arrive things got busy!!  We sang happy birthday  and after cake and ice cream the kids scattered outside.  The Lord  decided to give us a birthday present too!  Warmer Sunny Weather!!  You  can't ask for anything better when you have as many people as we had in  our house.  The doors were open and everyone could meander about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NZcEFHJUOQ4/TVilcy7uOzI/AAAAAAAAC14/NS0tCHFGbYg/s1600/IMG_4712.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NZcEFHJUOQ4/TVilcy7uOzI/AAAAAAAAC14/NS0tCHFGbYg/s400/IMG_4712.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573386452998175538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8z2uGwM3GIw/TVilcjxsZSI/AAAAAAAAC1w/3kqLMQrnHk8/s1600/IMG_4711.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8z2uGwM3GIw/TVilcjxsZSI/AAAAAAAAC1w/3kqLMQrnHk8/s400/IMG_4711.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573386448929580322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We quickly transitioned to the presents.  I felt bad rushing through  them, but people weren't supposed to bring gifts.  We had so many we had  to keep it moving to get through them all.  We love all of our friends  and family.  They spoil the kids rotten!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7RDs0aQLcTE/TVik_G4UFFI/AAAAAAAAC04/BCFBZiruXYI/s1600/IMG_4716.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7RDs0aQLcTE/TVik_G4UFFI/AAAAAAAAC04/BCFBZiruXYI/s400/IMG_4716.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573385942956512338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sydney was so excited for the princess dress up stuff she got.  The girl  so so animated!!  Landon is more subdued.  He wanted to open the cards  and look at everything.  Peyton was thrilled to get a cape, pirate hat  and sword from Grandma Shannon and Papaw Tony.  He has wanted one since  before Christmas.  He didn't take it off the entire night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ca0UJk72vJI/TVilcc85gJI/AAAAAAAAC1o/ged5ID60VOc/s1600/IMG_4748.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ca0UJk72vJI/TVilcc85gJI/AAAAAAAAC1o/ged5ID60VOc/s400/IMG_4748.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573386447097528466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x5BEwWyNCNo/TVilcG61vII/AAAAAAAAC1g/M6h5HoWpeTU/s1600/IMG_4737.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x5BEwWyNCNo/TVilcG61vII/AAAAAAAAC1g/M6h5HoWpeTU/s400/IMG_4737.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573386441183313026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jenna had to put everything on that she opened.  She had her cape, hat, and ball glove on!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LABlbKpi6M4/TVik_0sTerI/AAAAAAAAC1Y/GfYuRT6pltY/s1600/IMG_4740.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LABlbKpi6M4/TVik_0sTerI/AAAAAAAAC1Y/GfYuRT6pltY/s400/IMG_4740.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573385955254172338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My fingers  are raw from ripping boxes and twisting wires to get things out.  It was  an awesome day!  Oh yeah, they also got a trampoline from Grandma  Esther, Papaw Bob, Aunt Mel &amp;amp; Uncle Shawn.  See what I mean about  being spoiled!!!  We got the girls each a barbie, and  the boys a remote  control car.  We also got them each a ball mitt, T, bat, and balls.   They can't wait to get outside and start practicing!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SRSxhH0NXqA/TVik_vc7VDI/AAAAAAAAC1Q/fXJhj_SJ-WI/s1600/IMG_4739.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SRSxhH0NXqA/TVik_vc7VDI/AAAAAAAAC1Q/fXJhj_SJ-WI/s400/IMG_4739.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573385953847497778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fB5wP48SMkY/TVik_WVDVYI/AAAAAAAAC1I/-B5ZHQOkpnM/s1600/IMG_4735.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fB5wP48SMkY/TVik_WVDVYI/AAAAAAAAC1I/-B5ZHQOkpnM/s400/IMG_4735.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573385947103581570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What a great Day!!  The only thing that could have made it better was if  Papaw Bob could have been here to Celebrate with us!!  He is a huge  part of the kids lives and they missed him.  Next year we will make sure  to plan the party on a Saturday.  To everyone who came and celebrated  this great day with us, Thank You!!!  We love you all!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Tol4i_9MTlw/TVik_ZQgkzI/AAAAAAAAC1A/_7iHbqs-NMM/s1600/IMG_4734.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Tol4i_9MTlw/TVik_ZQgkzI/AAAAAAAAC1A/_7iHbqs-NMM/s400/IMG_4734.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573385947889832754" 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/6644171234956436805-8518721792683814403?l=thewrightfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/feeds/8518721792683814403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644171234956436805&amp;postID=8518721792683814403' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/8518721792683814403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/8518721792683814403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/2011/02/sweets-treats-candy-galore-tasty.html' title='Sweets, treats, &amp; candy galore A tasty celebration as  Ethan, Peyton, Landon, Jenna, &amp; Sydney turn 4!'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SgxdbElqroI/AAAAAAAACAc/izametAZyuE/S220/4_Wright_Rob_and_Em_4_x6_-_IMG_5331.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5C2IpyY2PKw/TVil45Ze-TI/AAAAAAAAC2g/SIx4gDRzIps/s72-c/IMG_4698.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644171234956436805.post-2956196680352512438</id><published>2011-02-03T20:31:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T21:26:23.815-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Smiles All Around  :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Well, we are less than 2 weeks away from the kids 4th birthday!  I can't  believe what I did tonight after work.  I went to the Middle School and  signed the kids up for T-ball.  That's right! T-BALL!!  Seriously??  I  never could picture what life would be like at this age.  I had hopes  and aspirations...but never could see it coming to pass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/TUtxK7Pa7LI/AAAAAAAAC0w/ReHpEP4SQBU/s1600/IMG_4666.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/TUtxK7Pa7LI/AAAAAAAAC0w/ReHpEP4SQBU/s400/IMG_4666.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569669796688751794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/TUtxKo4VHCI/AAAAAAAAC0o/Ddh44rFwBQs/s1600/IMG_4664.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/TUtxKo4VHCI/AAAAAAAAC0o/Ddh44rFwBQs/s400/IMG_4664.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569669791760063522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can see little changes here and there that give me hope all the things  we want to do this year.  I took the kids to my best friend Chandra's a  few weeks ago.  The kids took the 3 hour ride perfect.  I went out on  Black Friday last year and bought a dual portable DVD player.  That  thing is a God send!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/TUtwoqAKXwI/AAAAAAAAC0g/gbQojT2anOA/s1600/IMG_4696.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/TUtwoqAKXwI/AAAAAAAAC0g/gbQojT2anOA/s400/IMG_4696.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569669207945797378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/TUtwoejvCzI/AAAAAAAAC0Y/0wdJmyD5L6o/s1600/IMG_4689.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/TUtwoejvCzI/AAAAAAAAC0Y/0wdJmyD5L6o/s400/IMG_4689.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569669204873775922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;About half way I went thru McDonald's drive-thru for burgers.  I made  the kids go potty before we left since I was by myself.  Syd needed to  go about 20 minutes into the drive.  I told her she was gonna have to  hold it.  After we got our food I pulled into the back of the parking  lot and climbed in back.  Syd, Ethan, and Landon squatted and filled a  cup.  I changed the movie out and we were on our way again.  It was  completely quiet for the next hour and a half.  The kids were so good  the entire weekend!! I couldn't believe it!  It gives me hope for all  the great trips I want to take.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/TUtwoIOa1BI/AAAAAAAAC0Q/tM3SVa-fbsQ/s1600/IMG_4687.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/TUtwoIOa1BI/AAAAAAAAC0Q/tM3SVa-fbsQ/s400/IMG_4687.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569669198878790674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/TUtwCLKY7dI/AAAAAAAAC0I/Kb4XePyVPxo/s1600/IMG_4683.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/TUtwCLKY7dI/AAAAAAAAC0I/Kb4XePyVPxo/s400/IMG_4683.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569668546832166354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;After we got home tonight I took the girls braids out.  Its so funny,  when I took Syd's hair out of her braids she said, "It's like Happy!"   Happy is Chandra's cockapoo.  Her hair really does feel like his fur!   It is all crimped and curly like his.  So I pulled out the trusty camera  and we went a little crazy.  Lots of smiles and laughter to go around!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/TUtwB43k5kI/AAAAAAAAC0A/MEd0SvKOnMA/s1600/IMG_4682.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/TUtwB43k5kI/AAAAAAAAC0A/MEd0SvKOnMA/s400/IMG_4682.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569668541921420866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/TUtwBlJK9mI/AAAAAAAACz4/TIg2zWrBlME/s1600/IMG_4681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/TUtwBlJK9mI/AAAAAAAACz4/TIg2zWrBlME/s400/IMG_4681.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569668536626509410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/TUtwBSg7e5I/AAAAAAAACzw/5A9IJElYwc4/s1600/IMG_4678.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/TUtwBSg7e5I/AAAAAAAACzw/5A9IJElYwc4/s400/IMG_4678.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569668531625884562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/TUtwBD8r-VI/AAAAAAAACzo/NsOKydo94B0/s1600/IMG_4676.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/TUtwBD8r-VI/AAAAAAAACzo/NsOKydo94B0/s400/IMG_4676.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569668527715776850" 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/6644171234956436805-2956196680352512438?l=thewrightfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/feeds/2956196680352512438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644171234956436805&amp;postID=2956196680352512438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/2956196680352512438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/2956196680352512438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/2011/02/smiles-all-around.html' title='Smiles All Around  :)'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SgxdbElqroI/AAAAAAAACAc/izametAZyuE/S220/4_Wright_Rob_and_Em_4_x6_-_IMG_5331.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/TUtxK7Pa7LI/AAAAAAAAC0w/ReHpEP4SQBU/s72-c/IMG_4666.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644171234956436805.post-2925039028097527237</id><published>2011-01-30T20:04:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T20:19:33.080-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Landon &amp; Peyton's Special Weekend!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/TUYburoHz3I/AAAAAAAACyU/0r-EfIfDg_8/s1600/IMG_4062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/TUYburoHz3I/AAAAAAAACyU/0r-EfIfDg_8/s400/IMG_4062.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568168478089138034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grandma and Grandpa Wright took Jenna, Sydney, &amp;amp; Ethan this weekend.  Rob and I decided to make the most of our time with only two kids.  We started the weekend by taking them to the Princeton Boonville basketball game.  They always love getting out and seeing all the people and cheering for our Tigers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/TUYbuTeAWRI/AAAAAAAACyM/-u3ZbRd6Vbg/s1600/IMG_4063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/TUYbuTeAWRI/AAAAAAAACyM/-u3ZbRd6Vbg/s400/IMG_4063.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568168471604254994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That evening the boys brushed up on their wrestling moves.  They didn't know what to do with only the two of them.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/TUYbuCxZDqI/AAAAAAAACyE/UDQkoUb-qko/s1600/IMG_4066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/TUYbuCxZDqI/AAAAAAAACyE/UDQkoUb-qko/s400/IMG_4066.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568168467122163362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Saturday morning we bundled the boys up and took them down for a trip to the Zoo.  They loved it.  We always get to the giraffe's at the perfect time.  They are very friendly and the boys were soo excited to pet them.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/TUYbt4L9yDI/AAAAAAAACx8/UeNE4vXSiuw/s1600/IMG_4068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/TUYbt4L9yDI/AAAAAAAACx8/UeNE4vXSiuw/s400/IMG_4068.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568168464280832050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am so glad we get the opportunity to have special one on one with the kids.  They love the time and soak it up.  Mommy and Daddy love it too!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/TUYbtd28cjI/AAAAAAAACx0/8xeLrGkTfiM/s1600/IMG_4075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/TUYbtd28cjI/AAAAAAAACx0/8xeLrGkTfiM/s400/IMG_4075.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568168457213342258" 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/6644171234956436805-2925039028097527237?l=thewrightfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/feeds/2925039028097527237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644171234956436805&amp;postID=2925039028097527237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/2925039028097527237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/2925039028097527237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/2011/01/landon-peytons-special-weekend.html' title='Landon &amp; Peyton&apos;s Special Weekend!!'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SgxdbElqroI/AAAAAAAACAc/izametAZyuE/S220/4_Wright_Rob_and_Em_4_x6_-_IMG_5331.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/TUYburoHz3I/AAAAAAAACyU/0r-EfIfDg_8/s72-c/IMG_4062.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644171234956436805.post-6957436317308337525</id><published>2010-08-07T21:20:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T23:07:28.869-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun In The Sun!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Today was one of those days like you see in the movies. You know when they pull out the old home videos and reminisce about when the kids were little and life seemed so much simpler? I can't wait to pull out the videos of the past few weeks and remember what it was like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Life has changed in every way the past few weeks. Life is still tough and we have lots of stressful crazy moments, but we also have many more great moments. The kind of moments you never want to forget about. Hence, the new motivation to blog again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So, what are all the changes over the past few weeks? Well, God had his perfect plan just waiting to unfold at the absolutely perfect time. But, that is a story for another day.  And trust me, you won't want to miss that one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This post is going to celebrate what I have taken for granted for far too long.  Family!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/TF4shrDgF6I/AAAAAAAACwo/8kcZUkbB9Gk/s1600/IMG_4427.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/TF4shrDgF6I/AAAAAAAACwo/8kcZUkbB9Gk/s400/IMG_4427.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502884751698040738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rob had his work picnic today at Burdette Park. We didn't know how it was going to work out because we weren't sure of who was going to help us out. Last Sunday I asked a couple teen girls from church to come and help us wrangle the kids. Burdette has lots of awesome swimming pools with cool slides and floats and it is REALLY amazing. But, it wouldn't be much fun if we didn't have help. So, one of the girls backed out and we weren't sure how things would work out. Rob mentioned it to his mom and dad and Mel &amp;amp; Shawn. Well, to spare you all the pointless details, we ended up with 17 of us. Yeah, the entire Wright, Donnell families went. And our best girl Alina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/TF4shIQsHbI/AAAAAAAACwg/JzM9zOsqt5o/s1600/IMG_4430.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/TF4shIQsHbI/AAAAAAAACwg/JzM9zOsqt5o/s400/IMG_4430.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502884742358113714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We got there to a catered meal, and went right up to swim. It was awesome!!! Rob, Shawn, and Noah left to ride the big water slides, and when they came back Mel, Alina, Ali, and I went. The kids had an absolute ball. The kiddie pool was the best pool I have ever seen!! It was HUGE!! The kids were perfect, with one exception. They have no concept of waiting in line and were cutting in front of everyone. They had no idea what that was!! That tells you how sheltered they have been from big outings like this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/TF4sgtu1xwI/AAAAAAAACwY/qvxAcQsjapc/s1600/IMG_4431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/TF4sgtu1xwI/AAAAAAAACwY/qvxAcQsjapc/s400/IMG_4431.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502884735236818690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/TF4sgZkHDnI/AAAAAAAACwQ/KALvoCo0Jm8/s1600/IMG_4433.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/TF4sgZkHDnI/AAAAAAAACwQ/KALvoCo0Jm8/s400/IMG_4433.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502884729823104626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/TF4sfpGeqNI/AAAAAAAACwI/BKx-KkcUr_w/s1600/IMG_4434.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/TF4sfpGeqNI/AAAAAAAACwI/BKx-KkcUr_w/s400/IMG_4434.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502884716813920466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/TF4sAcgUWjI/AAAAAAAACwA/syn_mXZiJZs/s1600/IMG_4436.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/TF4sAcgUWjI/AAAAAAAACwA/syn_mXZiJZs/s400/IMG_4436.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502884180856691250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/TF4sAPrnQ4I/AAAAAAAACv4/6otxjNGqUGw/s1600/IMG_4438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/TF4sAPrnQ4I/AAAAAAAACv4/6otxjNGqUGw/s400/IMG_4438.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502884177414407042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/TF4r_ttqgzI/AAAAAAAACvw/GNC6encblWM/s1600/IMG_4440.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/TF4r_ttqgzI/AAAAAAAACvw/GNC6encblWM/s400/IMG_4440.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502884168296203058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;After we swam for a few hours we showered the kids in the bathrooms and loaded up. Cici's Pizza was our next stop. kids 3 &amp;amp; under eat free (we go there at least once a week). Everyone got full bellies and we headed home. The kids in the back fell asleep immediately, but Peytie spent the ride home falling hard for the tall, beautiful, brunette beside him. Alina is moving away to college this month and we will miss her sooo much:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/TF4r_WHYViI/AAAAAAAACvo/6-AwZsq3sPo/s1600/IMG_4441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/TF4r_WHYViI/AAAAAAAACvo/6-AwZsq3sPo/s400/IMG_4441.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502884161961612834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When we got home Alina played a couple games of Candy Land with the kids and then we decided to go for a walk. We made it around our 2 block neighborhood and the kids were hooting and hollering most of the way. Once we got back to our yard they decided to play on their little jungle gym slide thing. They played on that until bed time. I'm telling you, it was one of those days that you never want to end or forget. We were surrounded by the people we love most and had a great time. The pictures say it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/TF4r--U5L9I/AAAAAAAACvg/AoNTmM1XWMM/s1600/IMG_4443.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/TF4r--U5L9I/AAAAAAAACvg/AoNTmM1XWMM/s400/IMG_4443.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502884155575840722" 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/6644171234956436805-6957436317308337525?l=thewrightfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/feeds/6957436317308337525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644171234956436805&amp;postID=6957436317308337525' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/6957436317308337525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/6957436317308337525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/2010/08/fun-in-sun.html' title='Fun In The Sun!!'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SgxdbElqroI/AAAAAAAACAc/izametAZyuE/S220/4_Wright_Rob_and_Em_4_x6_-_IMG_5331.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/TF4shrDgF6I/AAAAAAAACwo/8kcZUkbB9Gk/s72-c/IMG_4427.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644171234956436805.post-2862362987743375932</id><published>2010-08-04T21:41:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T21:42:52.795-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm coming back!!</title><content type='html'>After a much needed break, I have lots to tell!!  Things have never been better and I can't wait to fill everyone in on what's been going on.  For now, I am going to try to do a little backdating.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644171234956436805-2862362987743375932?l=thewrightfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/feeds/2862362987743375932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644171234956436805&amp;postID=2862362987743375932' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/2862362987743375932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/2862362987743375932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/2010/08/im-coming-back.html' title='I&apos;m coming back!!'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SgxdbElqroI/AAAAAAAACAc/izametAZyuE/S220/4_Wright_Rob_and_Em_4_x6_-_IMG_5331.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644171234956436805.post-827715553277637196</id><published>2010-03-15T20:36:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T20:59:22.989-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Worms &amp; Big Kid Beds!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/TUjH1B9Lj_I/AAAAAAAACzc/qq8l8dUTCr8/s1600/IMG_4088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/TUjH1B9Lj_I/AAAAAAAACzc/qq8l8dUTCr8/s400/IMG_4088.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568920653115658226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/TUjH0NUBkoI/AAAAAAAACzU/GAzUESFxUMg/s1600/IMG_4087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/TUjH0NUBkoI/AAAAAAAACzU/GAzUESFxUMg/s400/IMG_4087.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568920638984393346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The kids were playing outside while I  pulled weeds in our flowers today.   I found a worm and thought I would  see what the kids thought of it.   Peyton, Jenna, &amp;amp; Sydney were all  about it.  They thought is was so  cool.  I couldn't keep Syd from  ripping them apart.  Notice hers were  little pieces in her hand.   Landon and Ethan were freaked out!  It was  hilarious!  They wanted to  hold it, they really did.  They would hold  their hands out and hesitate  then put it back.  The worm would be in  their hand for half a second  then they would scream and drop it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/TUjHz54-LgI/AAAAAAAACzM/6ZAUU5Zqu4I/s1600/IMG_4085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/TUjHz54-LgI/AAAAAAAACzM/6ZAUU5Zqu4I/s400/IMG_4085.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568920633770651138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/TUjHzQsNOJI/AAAAAAAACzE/M7kb4_QYK3I/s1600/IMG_4084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/TUjHzQsNOJI/AAAAAAAACzE/M7kb4_QYK3I/s400/IMG_4084.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568920622711257234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/TUjGuRy7U3I/AAAAAAAACy8/h3ILe_d5By8/s1600/IMG_4095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/TUjGuRy7U3I/AAAAAAAACy8/h3ILe_d5By8/s400/IMG_4095.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568919437596906354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/TUjGt0uL_rI/AAAAAAAACy0/uy9cUTCQIw4/s1600/IMG_4094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/TUjGt0uL_rI/AAAAAAAACy0/uy9cUTCQIw4/s400/IMG_4094.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568919429792399026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Another thing we did was put their big kid beds up.  I was curious to  see if it would make them sleep better or worse.  The boys have 3 blue  race car beds and the girls have storybook cottage beds.  It was a  little rough getting them to stay in their beds.  The boys were leaping  from bed to bed.  They pulled their toys out and it was a little  stressful.  Hopefully over time the newness will wear off and they will  go to sleep better.  Only time will tell!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/TUjGtvccVmI/AAAAAAAACys/N5LyQYFpOGY/s1600/IMG_4093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/TUjGtvccVmI/AAAAAAAACys/N5LyQYFpOGY/s400/IMG_4093.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568919428375795298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/TUjGtG5nZcI/AAAAAAAACyk/y-zMXxHMUTc/s1600/IMG_4092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/TUjGtG5nZcI/AAAAAAAACyk/y-zMXxHMUTc/s400/IMG_4092.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568919417492301250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/TUjGsgTWhZI/AAAAAAAACyc/_-j3iBDSHlE/s1600/IMG_4091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/TUjGsgTWhZI/AAAAAAAACyc/_-j3iBDSHlE/s400/IMG_4091.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568919407131264402" 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/6644171234956436805-827715553277637196?l=thewrightfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/feeds/827715553277637196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644171234956436805&amp;postID=827715553277637196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/827715553277637196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/827715553277637196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/2010/03/worms-big-kid-beds.html' title='Worms &amp; Big Kid Beds!!'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SgxdbElqroI/AAAAAAAACAc/izametAZyuE/S220/4_Wright_Rob_and_Em_4_x6_-_IMG_5331.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/TUjH1B9Lj_I/AAAAAAAACzc/qq8l8dUTCr8/s72-c/IMG_4088.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644171234956436805.post-2937483643187434287</id><published>2010-03-01T18:49:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T20:03:15.545-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Steps To Big Kids!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Today was the kids first day of child care/preschool.  My awesome  sister-in-law works at our local High School Child Care.  They are  willing to allow the kids to come for a couple of hours three days a  week.  This is great because it will give the kids the chance to  interact with other kids and get some structure in their days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/TUYOzShM4OI/AAAAAAAACxs/aMbo8jsQBrM/s1600/IMG_4054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/TUYOzShM4OI/AAAAAAAACxs/aMbo8jsQBrM/s400/IMG_4054.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568154263597408482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Of course the day can't start without a little bit of excitement.   Someone (Syd) decided to spend some time in the bathroom this morning.   Nothing my new best friend Mr. Plunger can't fix.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/TUYOzIPwPmI/AAAAAAAACxk/gL1sHHjx52E/s1600/IMG_4044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/TUYOzIPwPmI/AAAAAAAACxk/gL1sHHjx52E/s400/IMG_4044.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568154260839874146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/TUYN0rx2WPI/AAAAAAAACxc/nLzXZuFKAlA/s1600/IMG_4043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/TUYN0rx2WPI/AAAAAAAACxc/nLzXZuFKAlA/s400/IMG_4043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568153188046362866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They had a blast.  As soon as they called all the kids over to start  preschool Syd started crying.  I think it was the organization and  intimidation of someone standing up and leading them.  She will get used  to it.  Their favorite part is the playhouse with slide.  I think this  will be a great thing!  Plus I get a couple of hours to get some stuff  done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/TUYN0LHr7SI/AAAAAAAACxM/ZfxrHUtW1fg/s1600/IMG_4040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/TUYN0LHr7SI/AAAAAAAACxM/ZfxrHUtW1fg/s400/IMG_4040.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568153179279584546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/TUYN0UJ__MI/AAAAAAAACxU/q0nUOkCrGvc/s1600/IMG_4041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/TUYN0UJ__MI/AAAAAAAACxU/q0nUOkCrGvc/s400/IMG_4041.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568153181705206978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/TUYNzx_qHfI/AAAAAAAACxE/-PyueCkpOWA/s1600/IMG_4039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 245px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/TUYNzx_qHfI/AAAAAAAACxE/-PyueCkpOWA/s400/IMG_4039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568153172535025138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Once again, God has provided exactly what we need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644171234956436805-2937483643187434287?l=thewrightfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/feeds/2937483643187434287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644171234956436805&amp;postID=2937483643187434287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/2937483643187434287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/2937483643187434287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/2010/03/baby-steps-to-big-kids.html' title='Baby Steps To Big Kids!'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SgxdbElqroI/AAAAAAAACAc/izametAZyuE/S220/4_Wright_Rob_and_Em_4_x6_-_IMG_5331.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/TUYOzShM4OI/AAAAAAAACxs/aMbo8jsQBrM/s72-c/IMG_4054.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644171234956436805.post-3989451232918080164</id><published>2010-02-28T21:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T22:06:49.445-05:00</updated><title type='text'>February...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/TFoqo_jdYPI/AAAAAAAACvY/X0XI_DWy5m0/s1600/IMG_4005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/TFoqo_jdYPI/AAAAAAAACvY/X0XI_DWy5m0/s400/IMG_4005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501756778529775858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We finished out our birthday month with a never ending bout of Pink Eye. I really though we were never getting rid of it. I think it was going on 2 months before we were completly rid of it. Poor Jenna, she went to bed fine one evening and woke up the next morning deformed. She was so cute. It was difficult because it is SOOO contageous. I think the kids just kept passing it around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/TFopwaL0-qI/AAAAAAAACvQ/xp76xnGqE1Q/s1600/IMG_4034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/TFopwaL0-qI/AAAAAAAACvQ/xp76xnGqE1Q/s400/IMG_4034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501755806425873058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The kids best friend Trisha got us tickets to Mickey Mouse Clubhouse for our birthday. They were so excited!! I have to admit, I was too. Mickey Mouse Clubhouse, Little Einsteins, Handy Manny, and Winny The Pooh were all there. It was packed and a little stressful. Everything went great. We had a great time and no one was lost in the crowd. We talked about that for a long time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/TFopwFTC2ZI/AAAAAAAACvI/J7StfpaANFA/s1600/IMG_4019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/TFopwFTC2ZI/AAAAAAAACvI/J7StfpaANFA/s400/IMG_4019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501755800818997650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/TFopvlZRmXI/AAAAAAAACvA/-LJlcTPcs1Y/s1600/IMG_4018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/TFopvlZRmXI/AAAAAAAACvA/-LJlcTPcs1Y/s400/IMG_4018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501755792255195506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644171234956436805-3989451232918080164?l=thewrightfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/feeds/3989451232918080164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644171234956436805&amp;postID=3989451232918080164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/3989451232918080164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/3989451232918080164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/2010/02/february.html' title='February...'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SgxdbElqroI/AAAAAAAACAc/izametAZyuE/S220/4_Wright_Rob_and_Em_4_x6_-_IMG_5331.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/TFoqo_jdYPI/AAAAAAAACvY/X0XI_DWy5m0/s72-c/IMG_4005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644171234956436805.post-6275687827670657795</id><published>2010-02-20T09:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T09:49:34.264-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The REAL Party!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/S-GEB_tvtcI/AAAAAAAACuw/CfApen12gJw/s1600/IMG_4003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467796592422532546" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/S-GEB_tvtcI/AAAAAAAACuw/CfApen12gJw/s400/IMG_4003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now for the good stuff! We planned their party with all their little friends at Pump It Up. It is a place that you can rent that has a room full of inflatables. You get an hour and a half to play then they have a party room that they set up and you can have cake and presents and all that fun stuff. The best part, they clean everything up. All I did was take the extra cake home. I loved it! The kids had a blast and we got to leave without having to worry about anything&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/S-GDsEcIvdI/AAAAAAAACuo/8RSqe4nU1RQ/s1600/IMG_3998.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467796215733730770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/S-GDsEcIvdI/AAAAAAAACuo/8RSqe4nU1RQ/s400/IMG_3998.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jenna: &lt;em&gt;"You are &lt;strong&gt;Crazy&lt;/strong&gt; if you thing I'm going in there!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/S-GDrlOudrI/AAAAAAAACug/vpqXAr3orII/s1600/IMG_3990.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 399px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467796207355983538" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/S-GDrlOudrI/AAAAAAAACug/vpqXAr3orII/s400/IMG_3990.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; Our best friend Trisha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/S-GDrQI7cyI/AAAAAAAACuY/MIl5aDmBJcQ/s1600/IMG_3987.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467796201694524194" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/S-GDrQI7cyI/AAAAAAAACuY/MIl5aDmBJcQ/s400/IMG_3987.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; Our friend Aiden and his mommy Stacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/S-GDqxap20I/AAAAAAAACuQ/eYVjdKuPdeQ/s1600/IMG_3989.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467796193447369538" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/S-GDqxap20I/AAAAAAAACuQ/eYVjdKuPdeQ/s400/IMG_3989.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/S-GDqaLXxVI/AAAAAAAACuI/gqv6Zyn7odc/s1600/IMG_3983.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467796187209254226" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/S-GDqaLXxVI/AAAAAAAACuI/gqv6Zyn7odc/s400/IMG_3983.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;I'm convinced Syd is part monkey. She has no fear and loves to climb everywhere. They had a HUGE slide that you sit and slide down. She would get to the top and leap into the air and land on her butt about 10 feet down the slide. That girl is something else. Jenna wanted nothing to do with the stuff. I went with her a couple times and she started to warm up. She didn't really get going until about 30 minutes before we had to leave. Ethan, Peytie, and Landon also had a fun time. They were exhausted and ready for the long ride home to take a little nap.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/S-GByyEWNsI/AAAAAAAACtw/ZV9RI0IsFS0/s1600/IMG_3977.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467794132037940930" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/S-GByyEWNsI/AAAAAAAACtw/ZV9RI0IsFS0/s400/IMG_3977.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Baby Kenna!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/S-GByUr_3AI/AAAAAAAACto/2RFc6bXOuXc/s1600/IMG_3954.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467794124151184386" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/S-GByUr_3AI/AAAAAAAACto/2RFc6bXOuXc/s400/IMG_3954.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jenna is right where she wants to be here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/S-GByJGxYjI/AAAAAAAACtg/WrDJeH7MT5U/s1600/IMG_3953.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467794121042256434" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/S-GByJGxYjI/AAAAAAAACtg/WrDJeH7MT5U/s400/IMG_3953.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/S-GBxgT70bI/AAAAAAAACtY/0a-BP6HJesY/s1600/IMG_3948.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467794110091612594" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/S-GBxgT70bI/AAAAAAAACtY/0a-BP6HJesY/s400/IMG_3948.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Syd: &lt;em&gt;"C'mon Ethan, it's easy!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/S-GBxI1tTuI/AAAAAAAACtQ/SpKJLBaGaLI/s1600/IMG_3947.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467794103790816994" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/S-GBxI1tTuI/AAAAAAAACtQ/SpKJLBaGaLI/s400/IMG_3947.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy Birthday my big kids. It seems like only a little while ago you couldn't hold your heads up. Now you are leaping off tall objects and running around like a family of monkeys. You are so precious to me. Yes, I want to pull my hair out most everyday, but you are so special! I hope you know that. God has blessed so many people with your lives already, I can't wait to see what he has in store for each of you. I love you! ~Mommy~&lt;/em&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/6644171234956436805-6275687827670657795?l=thewrightfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/feeds/6275687827670657795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644171234956436805&amp;postID=6275687827670657795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/6275687827670657795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/6275687827670657795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/2010/05/real-party.html' title='The REAL Party!'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SgxdbElqroI/AAAAAAAACAc/izametAZyuE/S220/4_Wright_Rob_and_Em_4_x6_-_IMG_5331.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/S-GEB_tvtcI/AAAAAAAACuw/CfApen12gJw/s72-c/IMG_4003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644171234956436805.post-2543186323115590577</id><published>2010-02-15T08:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T09:18:58.735-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 3rd Birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Boy!  What a crazy week!  We started off on the 13th with a thrown together party.  I couldn't decide if we should have a party with all our friends and family or not this year.  We had a party today and so I just wasn't sure what I wanted to do.  The excitement of their birthday got the better of me and I couldn't help myself.  So, at 10:00 that morning I started making calls to people.  We didn't want any gifts, just cake and ice cream and some fun.  I got the decorations up and bought the cake.  By the way, cakes are outrageous!  $24 for a medium sized cake.  I couldn't believe it.  Rob thought it wasn't enough cake and I was certain it would be plenty.  After all, the party was such short notice I didn't expect too many to show.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Boy did I underestimate that!  The house was PACKED!  Everyone came and brought gifts.  I couldn't believe it.  The kids ate it up, they loved getting to blow out candles and opening all their gifts.  The decorations were great and the party was a hit.  Except for the fact that I needed about double the cake that I had gotten.  Sorry to anyone who didn't get any!  Thanks to everyone who came and celebrated with us.  It was great!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;On their actual birthday I didn't have anything special planned.  But when they got up I went in their rooms and told them Happy Birthday.  Ethan leaped out of bed and ran into the living room like he was expecting a huge gift waiting for him in the living room.  I think he remembered Christmas and thought for sure this was going to be even better than that!  Poor guy, there wasn't anything waiting for him.  But, the day was packed full of special little things.  They had a great day and were looking forward to the big party on Saturday.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644171234956436805-2543186323115590577?l=thewrightfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/feeds/2543186323115590577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644171234956436805&amp;postID=2543186323115590577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/2543186323115590577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/2543186323115590577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-3rd-birthday.html' title='Happy 3rd Birthday!'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SgxdbElqroI/AAAAAAAACAc/izametAZyuE/S220/4_Wright_Rob_and_Em_4_x6_-_IMG_5331.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644171234956436805.post-3001249456954125882</id><published>2010-02-13T08:49:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T08:58:04.842-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Let The Festivities Begin!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/S-F5BadmrGI/AAAAAAAACtI/o4EkfwQylrw/s1600/IMG_3923.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467784487794814050" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/S-F5BadmrGI/AAAAAAAACtI/o4EkfwQylrw/s400/IMG_3923.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, it's so close to their birthday we decided to start by a trip to the bowling alley. We only had Jenna and Peytie, so we invited Mel and the kids and my mom and all that bunch. I have never seen a thing that the kids can push the ball down to get it to the pins like this thing before. It is awesome. They got a kick out of pushing the ball down the hill and knocking the pins down. Peytie would throw his fist into the air and try to jump with joy when the balls hit the pins. I can't wait to see how they'll do for thier birthday. I hope they are as excited about it as I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/S-F5Ay7ogEI/AAAAAAAACtA/stHAhWBgHpA/s1600/IMG_3921.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467784477183344706" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/S-F5Ay7ogEI/AAAAAAAACtA/stHAhWBgHpA/s400/IMG_3921.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/S-F5AnQHP5I/AAAAAAAACs4/eWiumYu01cs/s1600/IMG_3920.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467784474048020370" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/S-F5AnQHP5I/AAAAAAAACs4/eWiumYu01cs/s400/IMG_3920.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/S-F5AHFSKBI/AAAAAAAACsw/YRZL5XpS678/s1600/IMG_3919.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467784465412663314" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/S-F5AHFSKBI/AAAAAAAACsw/YRZL5XpS678/s400/IMG_3919.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They loved the bright shoes they got to wear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/S-F4_6Mvw4I/AAAAAAAACso/PpnLUAaqZ3k/s1600/IMG_3918.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467784461954302850" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/S-F4_6Mvw4I/AAAAAAAACso/PpnLUAaqZ3k/s400/IMG_3918.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/6644171234956436805-3001249456954125882?l=thewrightfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/feeds/3001249456954125882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644171234956436805&amp;postID=3001249456954125882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/3001249456954125882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/3001249456954125882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/2010/02/let-festivities-begin.html' title='Let The Festivities Begin!'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SgxdbElqroI/AAAAAAAACAc/izametAZyuE/S220/4_Wright_Rob_and_Em_4_x6_-_IMG_5331.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/S-F5BadmrGI/AAAAAAAACtI/o4EkfwQylrw/s72-c/IMG_3923.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644171234956436805.post-1920675211721215654</id><published>2010-02-09T10:53:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T11:00:01.552-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Is In The Air...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/S31x0BC1XFI/AAAAAAAACsY/DJeMPjtN2k4/s1600-h/IMG_3908.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439629063380884562" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/S31x0BC1XFI/AAAAAAAACsY/DJeMPjtN2k4/s400/IMG_3908.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or at least all over the table. I decided to let the kids do Valentine cards for family today. It was a snow day so I asked a couple of high school girls to come over to help me. The kids hadn't ever used markers before. Now I know why I hadn't let them! They had a blast! It was a HUGE mess. They had marker everywhere! It was chaotic, messy, and fun. I hope everyone likes their Valentines!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/S31xzna3goI/AAAAAAAACsQ/0cgbBZkz1VQ/s1600-h/IMG_3907.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439629056502366850" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/S31xzna3goI/AAAAAAAACsQ/0cgbBZkz1VQ/s400/IMG_3907.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/S31xzTmZEsI/AAAAAAAACsI/v8DnY7QYN28/s1600-h/IMG_3906.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439629051181994690" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/S31xzTmZEsI/AAAAAAAACsI/v8DnY7QYN28/s400/IMG_3906.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/S31xy_XplMI/AAAAAAAACsA/fO6O1oRy3Mc/s1600-h/IMG_3905.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439629045751452866" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/S31xy_XplMI/AAAAAAAACsA/fO6O1oRy3Mc/s400/IMG_3905.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/S31xySq-OwI/AAAAAAAACr4/ZT12tiXbMw8/s1600-h/IMG_3904.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439629033752902402" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/S31xySq-OwI/AAAAAAAACr4/ZT12tiXbMw8/s400/IMG_3904.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/6644171234956436805-1920675211721215654?l=thewrightfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/feeds/1920675211721215654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644171234956436805&amp;postID=1920675211721215654' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/1920675211721215654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/1920675211721215654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/2010/02/love-is-in-air.html' title='Love Is In The Air...'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SgxdbElqroI/AAAAAAAACAc/izametAZyuE/S220/4_Wright_Rob_and_Em_4_x6_-_IMG_5331.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/S31x0BC1XFI/AAAAAAAACsY/DJeMPjtN2k4/s72-c/IMG_3908.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644171234956436805.post-9029037080441088819</id><published>2010-02-08T10:43:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T10:53:20.515-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun Time Before Bed Time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;This was one rare evening of peace. The kids were all getting along and having a good time. So, I decided to get the camera out an snap a few pictures. They are getting so big! &lt;/em&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/S31vhqAKSNI/AAAAAAAACrQ/VC5hAJzhIPk/s1600-h/IMG_3899.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439626548934756562" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/S31vhqAKSNI/AAAAAAAACrQ/VC5hAJzhIPk/s400/IMG_3899.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439626971409883314" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/S31v6P2FILI/AAAAAAAACrw/6dyijf97Evc/s400/IMG_3895.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439626961762876066" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/S31v5r6DeqI/AAAAAAAACro/9jEEXztrx_g/s400/IMG_3894.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439626953264278402" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/S31v5MP1K4I/AAAAAAAACrg/Ca2LXXXU4Bo/s400/IMG_3892.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439626943574012098" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/S31v4oJfcMI/AAAAAAAACrY/8Dq1GjmTdEc/s400/IMG_3890.JPG" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/S31vgjY8syI/AAAAAAAACrA/UWPHknYgEKc/s1600-h/IMG_3886.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439626529979806498" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/S31vgjY8syI/AAAAAAAACrA/UWPHknYgEKc/s400/IMG_3886.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439626534479201010" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/S31vg0JsAvI/AAAAAAAACrI/RQB4C19AnGI/s400/IMG_3888.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/S31vgHuC-uI/AAAAAAAACq4/74awNQZS2P0/s1600-h/IMG_3884.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439626522552105698" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/S31vgHuC-uI/AAAAAAAACq4/74awNQZS2P0/s400/IMG_3884.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/S31vfqLKrnI/AAAAAAAACqw/4j1Nlth8Tx8/s1600-h/IMG_3900.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 386px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439626514621181554" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/S31vfqLKrnI/AAAAAAAACqw/4j1Nlth8Tx8/s400/IMG_3900.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644171234956436805-9029037080441088819?l=thewrightfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/feeds/9029037080441088819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644171234956436805&amp;postID=9029037080441088819' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/9029037080441088819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/9029037080441088819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/2010/02/fun-time-before-bed-time.html' title='Fun Time Before Bed Time!'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SgxdbElqroI/AAAAAAAACAc/izametAZyuE/S220/4_Wright_Rob_and_Em_4_x6_-_IMG_5331.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/S31vhqAKSNI/AAAAAAAACrQ/VC5hAJzhIPk/s72-c/IMG_3899.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644171234956436805.post-5689690152487162182</id><published>2010-02-03T10:33:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T10:43:47.037-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Syd's Artistic Side</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't know what I am going to do with her. That girl would find the only writing utensil in a one mile radius. We have hid the crayons and she finds chalk. Somehow they found an ink pen downstairs, or maybe they found it upstairs and took it down, and wrote all over themselves. I find stacks of junk piled up next to the counters or cabinet where they have climbed to look for things. They are getting into all kinds of stuff. It's crazy!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439624764941492098" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/S31t50HBX4I/AAAAAAAACqo/9QWbn8vo3xQ/s400/IMG_3883.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;We have to make sure all medicine, knives, keys, phones, money, etc. is hidden where they can't get it. They love chap stick. I can't keep one for me. My goodness! I feel like they have jumped at least one step ahead of me and I am struggling to keep up. I need to do another round of kid proofing. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439624763006633410" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/S31t5s5txcI/AAAAAAAACqg/mbmJY5oL-WA/s400/IMG_3882.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;All is well in the Wright household. We have braved the flu season so far and haven't been hit too hard. I can't believe they will be 3 in two weeks! Wow! I look back and can't believe how far we have come! I don't want to get all mushy now, I'll leave that to a post coming up. What a cliffhanger!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439624747470680834" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/S31t4zBp8wI/AAAAAAAACqY/pjOShRxzEYw/s400/IMG_3881.JPG" /&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/6644171234956436805-5689690152487162182?l=thewrightfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/feeds/5689690152487162182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644171234956436805&amp;postID=5689690152487162182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/5689690152487162182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/5689690152487162182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/2010/02/syds-artistic-side.html' title='Syd&apos;s Artistic Side'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SgxdbElqroI/AAAAAAAACAc/izametAZyuE/S220/4_Wright_Rob_and_Em_4_x6_-_IMG_5331.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/S31t50HBX4I/AAAAAAAACqo/9QWbn8vo3xQ/s72-c/IMG_3883.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644171234956436805.post-1153520672109995683</id><published>2010-01-19T15:20:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T15:28:20.059-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's That Time Of Year Again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I guess we should just plan on January being our month of sickness and stress.  The kids are sickly.  Not uncontrollably sickly, but run down, puny, whiny, sickly.  Hopefully this is as bad as it gets.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-do-you-do.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Last January Syd collapsed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;, and the &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/2008/01/house-of-sickness.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;January before that the kids were sick&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/S3sN36fDZUI/AAAAAAAACqQ/NkrAE8x2Yco/s1600-h/IMG_3877.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438956229223474498" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/S3sN36fDZUI/AAAAAAAACqQ/NkrAE8x2Yco/s400/IMG_3877.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/S3sN3VYA5AI/AAAAAAAACqI/zS2zOzYmkUQ/s1600-h/IMG_3876.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438956219261838338" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/S3sN3VYA5AI/AAAAAAAACqI/zS2zOzYmkUQ/s400/IMG_3876.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644171234956436805-1153520672109995683?l=thewrightfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/feeds/1153520672109995683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644171234956436805&amp;postID=1153520672109995683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/1153520672109995683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/1153520672109995683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-that-time-of-year-again.html' title='It&apos;s That Time Of Year Again!'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SgxdbElqroI/AAAAAAAACAc/izametAZyuE/S220/4_Wright_Rob_and_Em_4_x6_-_IMG_5331.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/S3sN36fDZUI/AAAAAAAACqQ/NkrAE8x2Yco/s72-c/IMG_3877.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644171234956436805.post-2504934625620881676</id><published>2010-01-13T15:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T15:20:15.511-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Our New Friend Trisha</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;The kids and I went over to a friend I graduated with. She has a little girl who is a couple months younger than mine. She was born when my kids were due. Anyway, we had a play date and it was so much fun. The kids did great. They heard the list of Don'ts before we got there and were ready to play. They went off and did their thing. It was so nice to have somewhere to go that is as kid proofed as my house. They had a blast and Trisha did too. Isn't she cute!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/S3sL4mtp5HI/AAAAAAAACqA/-bL66mcY_9c/s1600-h/IMG_3873.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438954042072622194" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/S3sL4mtp5HI/AAAAAAAACqA/-bL66mcY_9c/s400/IMG_3873.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/S3sL4XpTQqI/AAAAAAAACp4/a7ftoU5G5KA/s1600-h/IMG_3872.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438954038027829922" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/S3sL4XpTQqI/AAAAAAAACp4/a7ftoU5G5KA/s400/IMG_3872.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/S3sL38k13YI/AAAAAAAACpw/_Wj3G5GVHc0/s1600-h/IMG_3871.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438954030761368962" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/S3sL38k13YI/AAAAAAAACpw/_Wj3G5GVHc0/s400/IMG_3871.JPG" /&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/6644171234956436805-2504934625620881676?l=thewrightfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/feeds/2504934625620881676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644171234956436805&amp;postID=2504934625620881676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/2504934625620881676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/2504934625620881676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/2010/01/our-new-friend-trisha.html' title='Our New Friend Trisha'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SgxdbElqroI/AAAAAAAACAc/izametAZyuE/S220/4_Wright_Rob_and_Em_4_x6_-_IMG_5331.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/S3sL4mtp5HI/AAAAAAAACqA/-bL66mcY_9c/s72-c/IMG_3873.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644171234956436805.post-1440471511739926251</id><published>2009-12-27T15:03:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T15:14:35.567-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Have You Ever Had A Feeling...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Like something bad is going to happen? I have had that feeling the past few days. Christmas was better than I dreamed it would be. The kids are growing and I can see good things for our future. I am supposed to go to my best friend Chandra's today. The kids are coming with me and I have this horrible feeling in the pit of my stomach. Like something horrible is going to happen. I can't help but let my mind wander to the worst possible things like wrecking the van and no one seeing us go into a ditch. The thoughts get worse from there. It's awful. I think that all the good times we have had this past week are making me think about how blessed we are. It is also making me fear losing it all too. I'm going to hide this fear deep inside and go on the trip anyway. However, I'm making sure I am prepared for any of the situations I have ran though my head the past few days. This means I am packing like double what I would normally pack. Here is a picture of some of it.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438952452733959730" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/S3sKcF9yfjI/AAAAAAAACpo/85OGdj1SVyQ/s400/IMG_3870.JPG" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Clothes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Coats&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Socks&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shoes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blankies&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cups&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Snacks&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pillows&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Extra Blankets&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Diapers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wipes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Toys&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Flash Lights&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Batteries&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;First Aid Kit&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;2 Pair of Gloves Each&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;2 Hats Each&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;2 Portable DVD Players&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Inflatable Sleeping Bags&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Camera (never leave home without it)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Etc. (I'm sure I forgot some things)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644171234956436805-1440471511739926251?l=thewrightfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/feeds/1440471511739926251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644171234956436805&amp;postID=1440471511739926251' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/1440471511739926251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/1440471511739926251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/2009/12/have-you-ever-had-feeling.html' title='Have You Ever Had A Feeling...'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SgxdbElqroI/AAAAAAAACAc/izametAZyuE/S220/4_Wright_Rob_and_Em_4_x6_-_IMG_5331.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/S3sKcF9yfjI/AAAAAAAACpo/85OGdj1SVyQ/s72-c/IMG_3870.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644171234956436805.post-6876184889673377622</id><published>2009-12-26T14:53:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T14:58:17.679-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Aftermath!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Our house looks like it was hit by a tornado. Plastic pieces everywhere. Trash galore. Time to get back into the routine of everyday life. First, I have to get this stuff organized! Ugh!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/S3sGp4y9VfI/AAAAAAAACpg/AfoyggXe0ek/s1600-h/IMG_3866.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438948291670529522" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/S3sGp4y9VfI/AAAAAAAACpg/AfoyggXe0ek/s400/IMG_3866.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/S3sGpQeQn6I/AAAAAAAACpY/7aMYwEW4X04/s1600-h/IMG_3867.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438948280846294946" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/S3sGpQeQn6I/AAAAAAAACpY/7aMYwEW4X04/s400/IMG_3867.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/S3sGpOZo4lI/AAAAAAAACpQ/qIQ2vfRwKbI/s1600-h/IMG_3868.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438948280290042450" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/S3sGpOZo4lI/AAAAAAAACpQ/qIQ2vfRwKbI/s400/IMG_3868.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/S3sGoreyjZI/AAAAAAAACpI/YE53aq36y9k/s1600-h/IMG_3869.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438948270916406674" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/S3sGoreyjZI/AAAAAAAACpI/YE53aq36y9k/s400/IMG_3869.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/6644171234956436805-6876184889673377622?l=thewrightfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/feeds/6876184889673377622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644171234956436805&amp;postID=6876184889673377622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/6876184889673377622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/6876184889673377622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/2009/12/aftermath.html' title='The Aftermath!'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SgxdbElqroI/AAAAAAAACAc/izametAZyuE/S220/4_Wright_Rob_and_Em_4_x6_-_IMG_5331.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/S3sGp4y9VfI/AAAAAAAACpg/AfoyggXe0ek/s72-c/IMG_3866.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644171234956436805.post-5400186423233690223</id><published>2009-12-25T14:39:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T14:53:19.673-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is it! The day I have been looking forward to since last &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/2008/12/bah-humbug.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Christmas's disaster&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;. After everyone left last night we got all the presents out and placed perfectly. Each kid had 4 presents and about 4 (universal) presents. Their stockings were placed and the nativity was the center of the setting. We tried to make sure the kids knew we were celebrating Jesus Birthday. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438947077722463122" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/S3sFjOfL25I/AAAAAAAACo4/SvdhsSjOr7I/s400/IMG_3858.JPG" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wanted to make Monkey Bread as a tradition for our family. That didn't work out quite as planned so we didn't even bother with breakfast. They didn't miss it. When they started to stir we got the video camera set up and everything in place. They came out and weren't quite sure what to do. They immediately ran to the train table. We lured everyone but Peytie away to look in their stockings. Peytie wasn't having any of it. He had the train table and that is all he needed. Once it was time to open presents Peytie said he didn't want to. We ended up putting a sheet over the table so he couldn't play with it. They opened their gifts and were so excited. I have to say, the kids got more stuff from us and all the family. I can't believe all the new toys we have. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438947085515734978" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/S3sFjrhPv8I/AAAAAAAACpA/GIjbhAeA8q4/s400/IMG_3863.JPG" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy Birthday Jesus!&lt;/em&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/6644171234956436805-5400186423233690223?l=thewrightfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/feeds/5400186423233690223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644171234956436805&amp;postID=5400186423233690223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/5400186423233690223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/5400186423233690223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SgxdbElqroI/AAAAAAAACAc/izametAZyuE/S220/4_Wright_Rob_and_Em_4_x6_-_IMG_5331.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/S3sFjOfL25I/AAAAAAAACo4/SvdhsSjOr7I/s72-c/IMG_3858.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644171234956436805.post-66278823566800912</id><published>2009-12-24T14:13:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T14:39:01.534-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Eve!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/S3r_mN3XFeI/AAAAAAAACoY/5yFd85mwd60/s1600-h/IMG_3856.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438940532025267682" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/S3r_mN3XFeI/AAAAAAAACoY/5yFd85mwd60/s400/IMG_3856.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tonight we had Grandpa &amp;amp; Grandma Wright, Uncle Shawn &amp;amp; Aunt Mel, Patrick, Casey, Ali, Noah, Tameka, &amp;amp; Monica over. Another tradition that means to much to us. We make chili every year and lots of sweets. After we eat we get right to the presents. The kids wasted no time. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438940511179537218" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/S3r_lANWe0I/AAAAAAAACoI/jQmYBngG4AA/s400/IMG_3851.JPG" /&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Another tradition we have is a picture of all the grandkids. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438942011453220818" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/S3sA8VKeJ9I/AAAAAAAACog/WhKQtJ3oCSM/s400/2007" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;2007&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 261px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438942014370790882" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/S3sA8gCEveI/AAAAAAAACoo/Vw8Tbl04Sbk/s400/2008" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;2008&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 254px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438943122402231634" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/S3sB8_xWxVI/AAAAAAAACow/Mm0OdbKQ214/s400/IMG_3852.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;2009&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644171234956436805-66278823566800912?l=thewrightfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/feeds/66278823566800912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644171234956436805&amp;postID=66278823566800912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/66278823566800912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/66278823566800912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-eve.html' title='Christmas Eve!'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SgxdbElqroI/AAAAAAAACAc/izametAZyuE/S220/4_Wright_Rob_and_Em_4_x6_-_IMG_5331.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/S3r_mN3XFeI/AAAAAAAACoY/5yFd85mwd60/s72-c/IMG_3856.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644171234956436805.post-6976618712222878731</id><published>2009-12-23T14:02:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T14:13:52.413-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Next Stop...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Grandma Shannon and Papaw Tony's! We got up first thing on Wednesday morning to go to our next place for Christmas. We have such a big family that we decided to spread it out. I hate it when you have to open and run. It feels so selfish. That is why we are doing it this way. We went to gram and pap's house and the kids were ready for it. They hadn't remembered what they had done just a few days before. The tradition at my mom and dad's house is we go first thing in the morning and have bacon/sausage egg and cheese croissanwiches. They are great. After that we start with presents. The rest is the same as before. Lots of smiles, screeching with excitement, awe and amazement, love, laughter, and fun. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/S3r8JE0WkAI/AAAAAAAACoA/Hy9KKH2hXh0/s1600-h/IMG_3845.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438936732845641730" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/S3r8JE0WkAI/AAAAAAAACoA/Hy9KKH2hXh0/s400/IMG_3845.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/S3r8ISG1UFI/AAAAAAAACn4/UeuQKTJ6Wj8/s1600-h/IMG_3844.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438936719232946258" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/S3r8ISG1UFI/AAAAAAAACn4/UeuQKTJ6Wj8/s400/IMG_3844.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/S3r8HhCp7aI/AAAAAAAACnw/a4ijzF06j44/s1600-h/IMG_3837.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438936706062085538" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/S3r8HhCp7aI/AAAAAAAACnw/a4ijzF06j44/s400/IMG_3837.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/S3r8GzVseqI/AAAAAAAACno/Iffh8TMHFLo/s1600-h/IMG_3836.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438936693793913506" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/S3r8GzVseqI/AAAAAAAACno/Iffh8TMHFLo/s400/IMG_3836.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Two places down, two more to go!&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/6644171234956436805-6976618712222878731?l=thewrightfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/feeds/6976618712222878731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644171234956436805&amp;postID=6976618712222878731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/6976618712222878731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/6976618712222878731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/2009/12/next-stop.html' title='Next Stop...'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SgxdbElqroI/AAAAAAAACAc/izametAZyuE/S220/4_Wright_Rob_and_Em_4_x6_-_IMG_5331.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/S3r8JE0WkAI/AAAAAAAACoA/Hy9KKH2hXh0/s72-c/IMG_3845.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644171234956436805.post-4439985536815708267</id><published>2009-12-22T20:48:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T20:57:09.405-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy Time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;The kids love getting roudy with daddy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-50a337b67775039e" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D50a337b67775039e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329890481%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2F82F611A4F7CADCFEEB0FA3F53917E5B5950573.BBADF3D67E5C6D01D2519548E1557B175C8DA84%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D50a337b67775039e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DQ-ohC68bpxcEFiC0pno1ydwz8FQ&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D50a337b67775039e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329890481%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2F82F611A4F7CADCFEEB0FA3F53917E5B5950573.BBADF3D67E5C6D01D2519548E1557B175C8DA84%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D50a337b67775039e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DQ-ohC68bpxcEFiC0pno1ydwz8FQ&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438932933692254642" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/S3r4r73mabI/AAAAAAAACng/93ZG0jHDOrc/s400/IMG_3822.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/S3r4rdLQYKI/AAAAAAAACnY/yHiT8zv9Ogk/s1600-h/IMG_3820.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 261px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438932925453197474" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/S3r4rdLQYKI/AAAAAAAACnY/yHiT8zv9Ogk/s400/IMG_3820.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today was the first taste of Christmas the kids have gotten. We've talked about it and tried to explain what it is, but they didn't really get it until today. We went to my Grandma Joy and Papaw Tony's house after church for Christmas. We ate lunch and went in to open presents. That's when they realized just how fun Christmas was going to be.  They were really into it.  Every gift was the most amazing best thing in the world to them.  It was everything I hoped it would be. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/S3r4D6_FoiI/AAAAAAAACnQ/fDzBJYuoC84/s1600-h/IMG_3831.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438932246260458018" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/S3r4D6_FoiI/AAAAAAAACnQ/fDzBJYuoC84/s400/IMG_3831.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/S3r4C6cqp5I/AAAAAAAACnI/OMoSvnsCB3M/s1600-h/IMG_3830.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438932228936214418" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/S3r4C6cqp5I/AAAAAAAACnI/OMoSvnsCB3M/s400/IMG_3830.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/S3r4Cj_Aq4I/AAAAAAAACnA/izclk-1ttds/s1600-h/IMG_3829.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438932222906248066" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/S3r4Cj_Aq4I/AAAAAAAACnA/izclk-1ttds/s400/IMG_3829.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can hardly wait for Christmas morning.  I never understood how Christmas could be better when you aren't getting anything, but now I do.  The wonder and excitement on my kids faces and love we all have for each other is all I need.  It is the best gift I could ever receive.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/S3r3s9mghvI/AAAAAAAACm4/xnKdQjBS8dk/s1600-h/IMG_3828.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438931851825678066" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/S3r3s9mghvI/AAAAAAAACm4/xnKdQjBS8dk/s400/IMG_3828.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/S3r3r5_n8AI/AAAAAAAACmo/FhJ-o6kTVE0/s1600-h/IMG_3824.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438931833677410306" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/S3r3r5_n8AI/AAAAAAAACmo/FhJ-o6kTVE0/s400/IMG_3824.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644171234956436805-1278143298215327094?l=thewrightfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/feeds/1278143298215327094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644171234956436805&amp;postID=1278143298215327094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/1278143298215327094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/1278143298215327094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-beginning-to-feel-lot-like.html' title='It&apos;s Beginning To Feel A Lot Like Christmas!'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SgxdbElqroI/AAAAAAAACAc/izametAZyuE/S220/4_Wright_Rob_and_Em_4_x6_-_IMG_5331.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/S3r4r73mabI/AAAAAAAACng/93ZG0jHDOrc/s72-c/IMG_3822.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644171234956436805.post-4153473149921053923</id><published>2009-12-19T13:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T13:19:30.884-06:00</updated><title type='text'>They got one by me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I like to believe I see or hear about everything that goes on in the house. I am learning fast that they are way ahead of me. For example, the kids were at my moms for the day and I was making dinner. I turned the oven on to preheat and noticed a funny smell. When I turned around the oven was on fire. I yelled to Rob, my hero, who came to the rescue. Once the smoke had cleared and we opened the oven door, this is what we saw.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437066919378797122" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/S3RXjm2ZwkI/AAAAAAAACmI/pBmAY_Fkx68/s400/IMG_3758.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When did someone come into the kitchen, open the oven, and throw that ball in there? How did I miss that? I guess this is just the beginning of the things they will get by with. I'm doomed!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437066929303962322" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/S3RXkL0vwtI/AAAAAAAACmQ/AjSD3TyIdLk/s400/IMG_3759.JPG" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644171234956436805-4153473149921053923?l=thewrightfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/feeds/4153473149921053923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644171234956436805&amp;postID=4153473149921053923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/4153473149921053923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/4153473149921053923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/2010/02/they-got-one-by-me.html' title='They got one by me...'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SgxdbElqroI/AAAAAAAACAc/izametAZyuE/S220/4_Wright_Rob_and_Em_4_x6_-_IMG_5331.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/S3RXjm2ZwkI/AAAAAAAACmI/pBmAY_Fkx68/s72-c/IMG_3758.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644171234956436805.post-4410827717915900607</id><published>2009-12-17T23:10:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T23:36:18.828-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Things Are Never Boring At Grandma Joy &amp; Papaw Tony's!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SysUOuzpnnI/AAAAAAAACkA/lHIBwtBZMgw/s1600-h/IMG_0130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416445220158545522" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SysUOuzpnnI/AAAAAAAACkA/lHIBwtBZMgw/s400/IMG_0130.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SysUOIYSl5I/AAAAAAAACj4/48ufM1TgQ7Y/s1600-h/IMG_0129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 389px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416445209843242898" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SysUOIYSl5I/AAAAAAAACj4/48ufM1TgQ7Y/s400/IMG_0129.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SysUNn3XKzI/AAAAAAAACjw/IzLjYLBrtPo/s1600-h/IMG_0128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416445201115196210" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SysUNn3XKzI/AAAAAAAACjw/IzLjYLBrtPo/s400/IMG_0128.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SysT5cpqcGI/AAAAAAAACjo/bBNfKlJ7wr8/s1600-h/IMG_0127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416444854507565154" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SysT5cpqcGI/AAAAAAAACjo/bBNfKlJ7wr8/s400/IMG_0127.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; Yes, that is a donkey. I can't remember its name, but the kids could tell me. I've had these pictures for a long time and kept forgetting to put it on here.  It is so funny. We pull into their driveway and the van bursts into cheers. They LOVE coming to visit Great Grandma Joy and Great Papaw Tony. Yes, I said GREAT. What's even more amazing is they are willing to take all five at once. They are always willing to take the kids when I need to run to the store or take someone to the doctor. I hope the kids grow up spending lots of time at their house. I am so thankful that they want to be involved in the kids lives. It clearly means the world to my kids. We Love You Gram &amp;amp; Pap!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SysT4wTdkII/AAAAAAAACjg/v82-34i4LmA/s1600-h/IMG_0126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416444842603286658" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SysT4wTdkII/AAAAAAAACjg/v82-34i4LmA/s400/IMG_0126.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SysT4nl2CiI/AAAAAAAACjY/NUI5vcx1Me0/s1600-h/IMG_0125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416444840264469026" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SysT4nl2CiI/AAAAAAAACjY/NUI5vcx1Me0/s400/IMG_0125.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SysT4KlYAjI/AAAAAAAACjQ/a16iXLMR3XQ/s1600-h/IMG_0124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416444832477872690" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SysT4KlYAjI/AAAAAAAACjQ/a16iXLMR3XQ/s400/IMG_0124.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SysT3t-DktI/AAAAAAAACjI/Pk3hXDwgDWc/s1600-h/IMG_0123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416444824796762834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SysT3t-DktI/AAAAAAAACjI/Pk3hXDwgDWc/s400/IMG_0123.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644171234956436805-4410827717915900607?l=thewrightfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/feeds/4410827717915900607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644171234956436805&amp;postID=4410827717915900607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/4410827717915900607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/4410827717915900607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/2009/12/things-are-never-boring-at-grandma-joy.html' title='Things Are Never Boring At Grandma Joy &amp; Papaw Tony&apos;s!'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SgxdbElqroI/AAAAAAAACAc/izametAZyuE/S220/4_Wright_Rob_and_Em_4_x6_-_IMG_5331.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SysUOuzpnnI/AAAAAAAACkA/lHIBwtBZMgw/s72-c/IMG_0130.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644171234956436805.post-5097446209174143878</id><published>2009-12-16T23:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T23:35:29.948-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Journey Part #9</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I was 27 weeks along when I found out the worst news possible.  Dr. Turnquest was flying out to California for an entire week!  Holy Cow!  I thought the world stopped when I became pregnant and the doctor lived and breathed for my successful pregnancy.  That was how it all played out in my head anyway.  I couldn’t believe it, the most important week of all and she is leaving me!  I mean, my goal was 28 weeks and I had done fine so far.  No problems what so ever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By that time I was coming in every 2-3 days for an ultrasound and check-up.  I was so thankful for that.  So many babies in one little area and you wouldn’t know if one was in distress or not.  So, I accepted the fact that Dr. Turnquest was gone and I would just have to stick it out with this new doctor.  At least that is what I was telling myself until I met the doctor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He and I did not hit it off well.  In fact, I couldn’t even tell you his name.  It was clear he wanted nothing to do with me or my pregnancy.  He was completely hands off and basically did nothing.  During my ultrasound with Courtney, we checked the umbilical blood flow for each baby.  That was so we knew everyone was getting the adequate stuff they needed to survive.  Baby E came back squirrelly and then C’s did too.  I forgot to mention that I was already feeling AWFUL.  Dr. Turnquest had put me on iron the previous week and it was killing my stomach.  When this no name doctor didn’t care about anything going on, Courtney offered to call Dr. Turnquest for me.  This is how amazing everyone at this practice is.  After filling her in on the situation she wanted to talk to me.  Thank The Lord!  She told me that if I didn’t feel right about things I should go to labor and delivery and have them monitor me and see where things are. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Whatshisface found out we had talked to Dr. Turnquest and told me that everything looked fine and that he didn’t think I needed to go to labor and delivery.  Well, I didn’t care.  I went all the way home, and packed my bags.  I was coming and I was staying.  I was way too nervous to stay at home with things going like they were.  I am so grateful that Dr. Turnquest gave me the comfort that it was okay to be checked out.  I wouldn’t have wanted to do something she didn’t want me to.  So, I probably would have just gone home and I don’t know what would have happened. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met the fill-in guy on my way into the hospital.  He again reiterated that he didn’t think I needed to come in.  Once I got to the Labor &amp;amp; Delivery they were waiting for me.  My same room as before and nurses ready to do whatever needed to be done.  The first thing they did was strap a contraction belt on me.  After 30 minutes of that they were all rushing around because I was having contractions every 2 minutes consistently.  I couldn’t feel all of them, but I knew something wasn’t right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After about 2 hours of magnesium I was completely loopy.  That is the worst stuff I have ever been on.  First off, you can’t eat when you are on it.  They had me on it for 24 hours I think.  That is what it took to get the contractions to stop.  Dr. No Name came in twice to basically do nothing.  Dr. Turnquest called to talk to me a couple times.  She was so great.  We did daily ultrasounds and contraction monitoring.  They would come in every 4 hours and have to get heartbeats on all the kids.  It took 3 nurses and me holding the monitors.  That was nearly impossible.  The goal was to find 5 different heartbeats at the same time for a 30 minute consecutive period of time.  That NEVER happened.  Every time one of the babies moved we would lose the heartbeat.  We did the best we could.  The nurses were great company.  It stinks being in the hospital 45 minutes away from everyone who means something to you.  I had lots of visitors though.  I don’t know how those moms who are on bed rest for months at a time.  One week was all I could take. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Dr. Turnquest came back into town on Tuesday.  She came to see me and we tentatively scheduled the birth for Thursday the 15th.  Things weren’t going great and I was starting to swell up and have blood pressure problems.  Other than that, I was doing okay physically.  Mentally was another story.  I was just lonely and scared. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday rolled around and I was ready for the big day.  Around noon Dr. Turnquest came in and told me that everything was calming down and she wanted me to hang on a few more days.  I know this sounds bad, but I was devastated.  I was READY to have these babies.  I was READY to not be pregnant anymore.  I forgot about the precious cargo I was carrying and got selfish.  I cried.  I was just emotionally stressed out and tired of the unknown.  If they were born I would know how they were doing.  That was how I felt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nurses wanted to cheer me up so they brought in all the nail polishes and stuff they had.  They gave me a foot massage and painted my toes.  They were going to come back and do my fingernails next but we didn’t make it that long.  Dr. Turnquest sent Rob home to go to work and I was settling in for another long sleepless night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About an hour later I called the nurse to tell her I felt funny.  I couldn’t explain it.  I didn’t feel bad, but I felt like I was drugged.  She took my blood pressure and it was 111/163.  Dr. Turnquest had already told me that she didn’t want my numbers to go over 110 or 150.  So, she checked it again and called the doctor.  Things flew by after that.  She ran down and told me we were delivering and I needed to call Rob immediately.  Of course I didn’t have good reception and he couldn’t hear me.  Dr. Turnquest took the phone from my hands and found a place with reception and told Rob to get down here now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone started flooding in and prepping me.  There was this guy in a big blue jumpsuit that came in to start 3 IV’s on me.  They were big too.  It was so scary to be poked and prodded in an emergency.  You have no idea what is going on and feel like everything is out of control.  They assured me that they would not take me until Rob got there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The race had begun for everyone else.  I called my mom and that started the chain of calls.  Everyone knew within 10 minutes I think.  Everyone had to try to get down here before the big moment.  I’ll never forget the trip to the operating room.  Over 40 people packed into 2 rooms and I was lying on the table exposed to everyone like it was no big deal.  It was awful.  They gave me an epidural and laid me back.  There was about a 30 second time period where no one was doing anything and I was laying there for the whole world to see. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once my epidural kicked it was off to the races.  The kids were born in 2 ½ minutes.  Ethan, Peyton, Landon, Jenna, and Sydney.  Every one of them cried when they came out.  It was a miracle.  I didn’t know this, but the nurse’s station turned on the speaker to the OR and everyone who made it got to hear the kid’s first cries.  They also got to see them wheeled to the NICU.  I am so glad they all got to be a part of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s where it all began.  The next day was a complete blur.  We had countless visitors and a press conference.   Rob did that.  I was so doped up on morphine and magnesium that I couldn’t see straight.  I remember trying so hard to be able to see straight.  The nurses wheeled my bed into the NICU sometime that day to see the kids for the first time.  I don’t remember any of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people kept coming and I couldn’t talk or anything.  After 24 hours from delivery they took me off the medicine and I finally got to eat.  Around midnight I made my first to see the kids.  It was so weird.  All this time I had prepared myself for the worst.  Here they were in front of me and I couldn’t wrap my mind around it.  I didn’t feel emotionally like I had just given birth.  I was looking at someone’s precious babies but didn’t have any connection with them at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could go back and go anything over again I would change that.  I would have bonded with them while I was pregnant.  Instead, I built a wall up around my heart and mind and couldn’t break it down no matter how much I tried to convince myself.  The next couple days were busy with visitors.  I didn’t know what to do or how to act with the kids because they were so small.  Ethan was 2lbs 9oz, Peyton 1lb 12oz, Landon 1lb 12oz, Jenna 1lb 10oz, and Syd 1lb. 13oz.  They were covered with this plastic lid thing to hold the heat in.  Their hands were barely big enough to wrap around my finger. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started pumping and that was a complete disaster.  That sent my emotions into crazy mode.  I didn’t handle the transition home very well.  I was a wreck to say the least.  The problem was, I was no longer pregnant, didn’t feel like I had just given birth, and didn’t have anything to show for it.  I am home now and somehow I have to start this entirely new life.  I was expected to visit these babies I didn’t know or feel like were mine.  Everyone was stopping by to visit and talk about it.  I was pumping around the clock and it wasn’t working.  I didn’t know how I was supposed to act.  I wasn’t comfortable in the NICU because the kids were so small.  I felt like I needed to act different than I felt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone expected me to be this glowing new mother who was head over heals in love with her new family.  Instead I was lonely, scared, and confused.  Rob went back to work because he had to save his vacation for when the kids came home.  So, I was alone as soon as I left the hospital.  I can’t help but wonder if I hadn’t built up a wall during my pregnancy maybe it wouldn’t have been so hard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, I stopped pumping and I was a new person.  Rob and I made daily trips down to see them.  Rob was on 2nd shift at the time and would get off work about 11:30pm.  We would leave as soon as he got home and drive down to see them.  We would stop at IHOP or a Waffle House to eat breakfast around 2:00am.  We slowly got to know them individually.  As they grew and their personalities began to show, I couldn’t help but fall in love.  I have to admit, the real bond didn’t happen until they all came home.  This is where our journey as a family truly began.  God has been with us every step of the way and I can’t wait to see what the future holds.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644171234956436805-5097446209174143878?l=thewrightfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/feeds/5097446209174143878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644171234956436805&amp;postID=5097446209174143878' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/5097446209174143878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/5097446209174143878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/2009/12/our-journey-part-9.html' title='Our Journey Part #9'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SgxdbElqroI/AAAAAAAACAc/izametAZyuE/S220/4_Wright_Rob_and_Em_4_x6_-_IMG_5331.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644171234956436805.post-1476737022587260871</id><published>2009-12-16T23:29:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T23:31:02.482-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Landon,</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;My loving Landon.  I wanted to write you a letter so you will be able to look back and know just how amazingly special you are to me.  I remember visiting you in the NICU and not knowing anything about you.  In the beginning you didn’t stand out in the crowd because you were so well behaved.  You soon grew out of that and learned that if you cried loud enough someone would come to your rescue.  Your cry was very distinct and your daddy and I made fun of you for it.  You always did three coughs before letting out the biggest scream you could muster up.  By the time you came home to be with us you had earned the nickname Waaandon.  You lived up to every bit of it too.  You were doing great in the NICU except for your breathing.  You had to stay longer because you were lazy and didn’t like to breathe without some help.  Before we brought you home you had surgery on your bellybutton.  That is why you have an outtie to this day.  You had the biggest hernia I have ever seen.  It was so big that the doctor who had operated had never done one that bad before.  I have pictures so you should ask to see them one day.  It will amaze you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You came home and struggled.  You couldn’t deal with the overwhelming world and all the noises it offered.  In fact the first year of your life was pretty rough.  Unfortunately, you just weren’t ready to come out of my belly when you did.  That set you back.  You and I quickly became a team and developed a bond that I can’t explain.  While your bubbies and sissies were trudging along, you couldn’t do it alone.  We had Dawn come in who was your physical therapist.  She was amazing.  I give her all the credit for how far you have come.  When you couldn’t handle the world, which was 99% of the time, I would take over and get you through it.  You needed me to survive.  Your brain and regulatory system wasn’t mature enough to self sooth or regulate what was happening around you.  So, I took you and together we made it through, minute by minute.  Just about the time you were really taking off, your hemangioma on your butt started to break down.  That was all she wrote.  We took every step we had taken forward and leaped back to the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say, that time was the hardest time I have had with you guys.  You were in extreme pain and I couldn’t do anything to make it better.  Poor guy, you couldn’t even sit up.  Finally, I had enough lollygagging around and requested surgery.  You were the first one to travel with us.  Daddy and I took you to St. Louis where you were fixed.  From there on, things have been getting better and better.  You still have your moments, but you have changed so much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t have favorites, but that first year I developed an amazing bond with you.  I imagine it is a lot like a singleton mommy would feel with her one child.  You are so special to me.  When you were doing so much better I was hanging on to the times when you still wanted me to hold you and snuggle up with you.  I can’t believe you are almost 3 now and not my little baby anymore.  However, I can see you going to college with your beloved blankies.  Yes, great grandma Joy made 6 blankies for everyone.  You have claimed all of them and they have holes and need washed everyday.  It is disgusting because you chew on them at night and nap time.  They smell like spit all the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have made it through so much pain and stress in your short 3 years.  It amazes me at how strong you are.  I can’t imagine this world without your heart melting smile and silky smooth skin.  You bring a smile to my face everyday.  I love the way you love on your bubbies and sissies.  They love you so much.  They know you need your blankies and bring them to you when you are upset.  They also tease you with them too.  I’m sure that won’t stop anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My prayer for you Landon is that you grow up knowing the love daddy and I have for you.  I want you to dream big and reach for the stars.  It melts my heart when you beg me let you touch the moon.  You would give anything to be able to reach up and grab it.  I don’t want you to ever change.  Shoot for the impossible and never give up.  You have a very loving way about you and melt everyone who is around.  God has amazing plans for you.  Live for Him and you will reach the moon one day.  I love you so very much!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644171234956436805-1476737022587260871?l=thewrightfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/feeds/1476737022587260871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644171234956436805&amp;postID=1476737022587260871' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/1476737022587260871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/1476737022587260871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/2009/12/landon.html' title='Landon,'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SgxdbElqroI/AAAAAAAACAc/izametAZyuE/S220/4_Wright_Rob_and_Em_4_x6_-_IMG_5331.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644171234956436805.post-1914453907930059302</id><published>2009-12-15T13:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T13:11:08.446-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't know how they do it...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Somehow they always seem to get themselves into a bind. Here are a couple of the latest tight situations we've had to resolve.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/S3RWJlA23II/AAAAAAAACmA/HhEg-GRBxiE/s1600-h/IMG_3834.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437065372697549954" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/S3RWJlA23II/AAAAAAAACmA/HhEg-GRBxiE/s400/IMG_3834.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/S3RWJB0bfjI/AAAAAAAACl4/GUCZvx-89ts/s1600-h/IMG_3833.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437065363250183730" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/S3RWJB0bfjI/AAAAAAAACl4/GUCZvx-89ts/s400/IMG_3833.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/S3RWIzYssjI/AAAAAAAAClw/vXMAP6EX8Gc/s1600-h/IMG_3757.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437065359375774258" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/S3RWIzYssjI/AAAAAAAAClw/vXMAP6EX8Gc/s400/IMG_3757.JPG" /&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/6644171234956436805-1914453907930059302?l=thewrightfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/feeds/1914453907930059302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644171234956436805&amp;postID=1914453907930059302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/1914453907930059302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/1914453907930059302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-dont-know-how-they-do-it.html' title='I don&apos;t know how they do it...'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SgxdbElqroI/AAAAAAAACAc/izametAZyuE/S220/4_Wright_Rob_and_Em_4_x6_-_IMG_5331.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/S3RWJlA23II/AAAAAAAACmA/HhEg-GRBxiE/s72-c/IMG_3834.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644171234956436805.post-4220947015880511539</id><published>2009-12-13T12:55:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T13:07:22.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Partied A Little Too Hard...Ya Think?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Our Sunday School class had their annual Christmas Party. We decided to go and take the kids with us. The people who host it have the perfect setup for a party. The kids had a blast. They ran laps and played with the other little kids there. I noticed later in the evening that the kids kept wandering over to the dessert table. The table was low enough that they could see everything laid out. It was too much for Syd to handle. She just couldn't control that nagging sweet tooth. After many failed attempts to keep them out of the sweets I started putting lids on things. It was too late though. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437063418217477794" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/S3RUX0AftqI/AAAAAAAAClg/8wAR3Sf97gY/s400/IMG_3755.JPG" /&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;We left late that night and got the kids snuggled into their beds. I checked on them before I hit the sack. Everyone was fine. They slept like logs and didn't wake up until about 8:00. Syd was the first one up and had to go potty. I put her on the potty and was messing around in the bathroom. When I got her down and looked at her I was shocked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437063425594521986" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/S3RUYPfUeYI/AAAAAAAAClo/0toN0n2FCoU/s400/IMG_3756.JPG" /&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;It was dried and chunky.  I can handle a lot when it comes to the kids, but I was gagging out loud during her soak/bath.  She reminded me of those caveman commercials.  Curse those irresistible brownies!  &lt;/em&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/6644171234956436805-4220947015880511539?l=thewrightfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/feeds/4220947015880511539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644171234956436805&amp;postID=4220947015880511539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/4220947015880511539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/4220947015880511539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/2009/12/partied-little-too-hardya-think.html' title='Partied A Little Too Hard...Ya Think?'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SgxdbElqroI/AAAAAAAACAc/izametAZyuE/S220/4_Wright_Rob_and_Em_4_x6_-_IMG_5331.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/S3RUX0AftqI/AAAAAAAAClg/8wAR3Sf97gY/s72-c/IMG_3755.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644171234956436805.post-2094428557541075303</id><published>2009-11-29T11:54:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T12:54:27.711-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting the Tree Up Parts 1, 2, and 3!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/S3RR22q0FpI/AAAAAAAAClY/PMTTFNuWKyg/s1600-h/IMG_3732.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437060652972906130" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/S3RR22q0FpI/AAAAAAAAClY/PMTTFNuWKyg/s400/IMG_3732.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;So, the trip to the tree farm went without a hitch. The job of getting the tree into the house and standing was another story entirely. I have clipped as much of the boring stuff out as I could. I will say this. After three attempts, the tree is beautiful. And, Rob was his usual goofy self, which kept the stress level to a minimum. Enjoy!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-43a59e12fcaf8d28" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D43a59e12fcaf8d28%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329890481%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D190CA4DC6F95C564D8D17ED9351E91F7B8590461.7D2685B5BF90EFC06DDB7C17CC06D739EDBB32DA%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D43a59e12fcaf8d28%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DG5CTJ5d8nP3nMcdl-NjD-NPcfvM&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D43a59e12fcaf8d28%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329890481%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D190CA4DC6F95C564D8D17ED9351E91F7B8590461.7D2685B5BF90EFC06DDB7C17CC06D739EDBB32DA%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D43a59e12fcaf8d28%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DG5CTJ5d8nP3nMcdl-NjD-NPcfvM&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Since our entire morning was taken up just trying to get the tree to stand up, we had to wait to decorate it. We wanted to make sure the kids would be in a good mood and we had plenty of time to let them put their stamp on it. Boy did they! &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437057770523907842" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/S3RPPEta1wI/AAAAAAAACkQ/23UQlXiaqNo/s400/IMG_3724.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437058713783121122" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/S3RQF-n8NOI/AAAAAAAAClA/bWaWCHWKSSU/s400/IMG_3726.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am happy to say, it was everything I hoped it would be. They did great. The light in their eyes was magical. There is something special about watching a child experience and see something so big and amazing they can't comprehend it all. They brought out the true meaning of Christmas. Jesus Birthday! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644171234956436805-2094428557541075303?l=thewrightfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=43a59e12fcaf8d28&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/feeds/2094428557541075303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644171234956436805&amp;postID=2094428557541075303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/2094428557541075303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/2094428557541075303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/2009/11/getting-tree-up-parts-1-2-and-3.html' title='Getting the Tree Up Parts 1, 2, and 3!'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SgxdbElqroI/AAAAAAAACAc/izametAZyuE/S220/4_Wright_Rob_and_Em_4_x6_-_IMG_5331.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/S3RR22q0FpI/AAAAAAAAClY/PMTTFNuWKyg/s72-c/IMG_3732.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644171234956436805.post-3189498046730798535</id><published>2009-11-26T20:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T15:01:29.091-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Tree Farm!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SzGHz1eDnlI/AAAAAAAACkI/RKgeVe7bWuA/s1600-h/IMG_3718.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418261151299640914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SzGHz1eDnlI/AAAAAAAACkI/RKgeVe7bWuA/s400/IMG_3718.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, we made the same trip to the tree farm as last year. This year the kids walked the entire thing and had a blast. When we went to pick it out they really liked touching them and then saying, "Ouch!" Hopefully that will keep them at a little further distance from the tree this year. I am hopeful that we won't have another disaster like &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/2008/12/bah-humbug.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;last year&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;. Aren't they so much bigger than they were at the &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/2008/11/tree-farm.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;tree farm last year&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;? Wow how things change. Here is some pictures and video.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-e055d1663ea0a2e7" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De055d1663ea0a2e7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329890481%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7034CEF4D3C759077CA584F49F7C874974B438BC.2D7173FC2B56BB95A85D3E5BCF18FC1B90E3E0B7%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De055d1663ea0a2e7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DLqw75avZ5kHYgcd8hMnfbnAkeW0&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De055d1663ea0a2e7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329890481%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7034CEF4D3C759077CA584F49F7C874974B438BC.2D7173FC2B56BB95A85D3E5BCF18FC1B90E3E0B7%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De055d1663ea0a2e7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DLqw75avZ5kHYgcd8hMnfbnAkeW0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644171234956436805-3189498046730798535?l=thewrightfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=e055d1663ea0a2e7&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/feeds/3189498046730798535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644171234956436805&amp;postID=3189498046730798535' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/3189498046730798535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/3189498046730798535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-tree-farm.html' title='Christmas Tree Farm!'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SgxdbElqroI/AAAAAAAACAc/izametAZyuE/S220/4_Wright_Rob_and_Em_4_x6_-_IMG_5331.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SzGHz1eDnlI/AAAAAAAACkI/RKgeVe7bWuA/s72-c/IMG_3718.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644171234956436805.post-4717750278558910914</id><published>2009-11-20T22:43:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T23:09:10.386-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy's Little Worker Boys!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SysN_T6XfsI/AAAAAAAACjA/zESnGue_-JI/s1600-h/IMG_3716.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416438358171156162" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SysN_T6XfsI/AAAAAAAACjA/zESnGue_-JI/s400/IMG_3716.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SysN-wxJT5I/AAAAAAAACi4/PUkwIeJ2qA8/s1600-h/IMG_3715.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416438348737236882" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SysN-wxJT5I/AAAAAAAACi4/PUkwIeJ2qA8/s400/IMG_3715.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rob took the week of Thanksgiving off from work. He borrowed his brother-in-law's chainsaw to trim our bushes. Peytie and Ethan were the only two kids home and they couldn't wait to get out to help daddy work. It was so cute! They were trying to drag the limbs to a pile across the yard. Those boys believe daddy hung the moon. They feel so special to be worthy enough to help daddy. I couldn't stop looking out the window at how proud and happy they were to be helping daddy. We should cherish this now because they won't want to drag limbs across the yard when they are older.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416438343041256786" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SysN-bjHjVI/AAAAAAAACiw/X-9lJyrIQUw/s400/IMG_3714.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hurry up mom!  I need to get outside!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644171234956436805-4717750278558910914?l=thewrightfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/feeds/4717750278558910914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644171234956436805&amp;postID=4717750278558910914' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/4717750278558910914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/4717750278558910914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/2009/11/daddys-little-worker-boys.html' title='Daddy&apos;s Little Worker Boys!'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SgxdbElqroI/AAAAAAAACAc/izametAZyuE/S220/4_Wright_Rob_and_Em_4_x6_-_IMG_5331.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SysN_T6XfsI/AAAAAAAACjA/zESnGue_-JI/s72-c/IMG_3716.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644171234956436805.post-8885495362516484192</id><published>2009-11-16T22:26:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T22:43:38.590-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dress Up At Grandma's!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SysHPNBReqI/AAAAAAAACiQ/Cozcdx6HiF0/s1600-h/IMG_3709.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416430934617586338" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SysHPNBReqI/AAAAAAAACiQ/Cozcdx6HiF0/s400/IMG_3709.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;The kids and I went to visit Grandma, Papaw, Uncle Lee, and Jacie. It was so funny, we got the dress up trunk out and the boys had a heyday. Unfortunately for daddy, all we had was princess stuff. The boys loved it and fought over the earrings. I have to admit, they looked really cute. In fact, I liked the dress up stuff so much that I got some for their Christmas. I did find some boy costumes, but I can't promise that this will be the last time one of my boys wears a dress.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416431824981969010" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SysIDB4ryHI/AAAAAAAACio/OIqngknsucg/s400/IMG_3712.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416430943251757362" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SysHPtL0eTI/AAAAAAAACiY/vF2VFddgr2s/s400/IMG_3710.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/em&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/6644171234956436805-8885495362516484192?l=thewrightfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/feeds/8885495362516484192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644171234956436805&amp;postID=8885495362516484192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/8885495362516484192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/8885495362516484192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/2009/11/dress-up-at-grandmas.html' title='Dress Up At Grandma&apos;s!'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SgxdbElqroI/AAAAAAAACAc/izametAZyuE/S220/4_Wright_Rob_and_Em_4_x6_-_IMG_5331.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SysHPNBReqI/AAAAAAAACiQ/Cozcdx6HiF0/s72-c/IMG_3709.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644171234956436805.post-8307026403399462792</id><published>2009-11-13T22:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T22:25:58.845-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lions &amp; Tigers &amp; Bears, BITE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SysDiRsCmmI/AAAAAAAACiI/zFbAnCwWLoo/s1600-h/IMG_3708.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416426864241711714" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SysDiRsCmmI/AAAAAAAACiI/zFbAnCwWLoo/s400/IMG_3708.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;That is what Landon is certain of. I was hoping for a fun trio to the zoo. Everyone had fun except for Landon. He gets really excited about seeing the animals and loves talking about them. He and Jenna got to have a mommy's day out with their new friend Trisha. Everything was going pretty smooth until we got to the Tiger. He FREAKED out. It was really funny in a sad sort of way. The poor guy, he tries to climb onto my head. Luckily the Tigers and Lions are right next to each other so we got through that and moved on. We had a great time and I can't wait for the weather to change so we can go a lot more.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416426856537732082" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SysDh0_RM_I/AAAAAAAACiA/87yjmuX1-wg/s400/IMG_3707.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;On a personal note, I LOVE the giraffes! They are so neat! We get to touch them every time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644171234956436805-8307026403399462792?l=thewrightfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/feeds/8307026403399462792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644171234956436805&amp;postID=8307026403399462792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/8307026403399462792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/8307026403399462792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/2009/12/lions-tigers-bears-bite.html' title='Lions &amp; Tigers &amp; Bears, BITE!'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SgxdbElqroI/AAAAAAAACAc/izametAZyuE/S220/4_Wright_Rob_and_Em_4_x6_-_IMG_5331.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SysDiRsCmmI/AAAAAAAACiI/zFbAnCwWLoo/s72-c/IMG_3708.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644171234956436805.post-7157738770959877888</id><published>2009-11-12T21:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T22:07:50.159-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"Look Mommy, I Made A Car!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Imagination! This is something I have looked forward to since I started dreaming of having kids. It was so funny. I gave the kids their poptarts and was working on getting them their milk when I heard Ethan say, "Look mommy, I made a car!" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416422199990981922" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/Syr_SyAAlSI/AAAAAAAACh4/wb3oLUqkirA/s400/IMG_3706.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He was so proud of his creation. Now all of them eat their poptarts into the shape of something. I love the way they are starting to think and create things in their minds. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644171234956436805-7157738770959877888?l=thewrightfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/feeds/7157738770959877888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644171234956436805&amp;postID=7157738770959877888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/7157738770959877888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/7157738770959877888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/2009/12/look-mommy-i-made-car.html' title='&quot;Look Mommy, I Made A Car!&quot;'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SgxdbElqroI/AAAAAAAACAc/izametAZyuE/S220/4_Wright_Rob_and_Em_4_x6_-_IMG_5331.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/Syr_SyAAlSI/AAAAAAAACh4/wb3oLUqkirA/s72-c/IMG_3706.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644171234956436805.post-7813889208265979290</id><published>2009-11-11T22:56:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T23:13:45.246-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Our New Friend!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416068295071530946" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/Sym9azb-f8I/AAAAAAAAChw/yCqw6kl1TJE/s400/IMG_3703.JPG" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ashley, a friend from high school, and her daughter Trisha met us at the park today. We spent the entire day playing and having a great time. I packed a picnic lunch and everyone ran around like crazy. Everything went smooth until Syd and Trisha needed to go potty. The restrooms are across the street and pretty far away from where we were. So, Ashley had Trisha, Sydney, and Landon. They were ahead of me and Peytie, Jenna and Ethan. I was trying to get across the road when Ethan decided to let go of Peytie's hand and Jenna fell down. Here we are at a stand still in the middle of the road and a car stopped each way waiting for us to get across. This is one of those things that stress me out. As hard as I try, things don't always go the way we plan. We finally got across the street and made it to the bathrooms.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416068288960609762" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/Sym9acrBPeI/AAAAAAAACho/P1ADvpcnp1A/s400/IMG_3702.JPG" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416068280794091170" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/Sym9Z-P-DqI/AAAAAAAAChg/wrzYYyR7VHY/s400/IMG_3701.JPG" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;The bathroom break took every bit of 20 minutes. After the bathroom we went to a different part of the park. The kids did great. They started winding down and getting a little cranky. We wrapped up the day and went home. Everyone slept great that night!&lt;/em&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/6644171234956436805-7813889208265979290?l=thewrightfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/feeds/7813889208265979290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644171234956436805&amp;postID=7813889208265979290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/7813889208265979290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/7813889208265979290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/2009/11/our-new-friend.html' title='Our New Friend!'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SgxdbElqroI/AAAAAAAACAc/izametAZyuE/S220/4_Wright_Rob_and_Em_4_x6_-_IMG_5331.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/Sym9azb-f8I/AAAAAAAAChw/yCqw6kl1TJE/s72-c/IMG_3703.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644171234956436805.post-4390862499069240412</id><published>2009-11-09T22:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T22:56:13.912-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"Am I Beautiful Mommy?"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/Sym4HGAx_8I/AAAAAAAAChY/E4-wj6J1ftA/s1600-h/IMG_3700.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416062458902216642" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/Sym4HGAx_8I/AAAAAAAAChY/E4-wj6J1ftA/s400/IMG_3700.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;So, the girls are really into pretty &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;girly&lt;/span&gt; things. It is so fun to see their faces light up when I tell them how beautiful they are. All the kids hate getting out of the bathtub. Unfortunately, I don't have time to let them all stay in for 20 or 30 minutes. So, I have found a great diversion/transition from the bath tub to getting dressed. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I pick out &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;jammies&lt;/span&gt; that have something wonderful and beautiful on them. So, I picked out pink butterfly &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;jammies&lt;/span&gt; and silky princess &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;jammies&lt;/span&gt;. Everything was going smoothly until Syd saw the silky &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;jammies&lt;/span&gt;. She had to have the silky bottoms. So, I let her do it. She thought she was the cat's meow. You can see by the smile on her face that she was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;workin&lt;/span&gt; it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I try to keep the drama to a minimum here, but I really go all out when it comes to the girls and their confidence. It is so cute to see how proud they are at how beautiful and special they are. I work my bathtub transition in with the boys too. Anything cool on their pajamas will make them forget about how mad they are about having to get out of the bathtub. Whatever works!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.S. Notice her hand...this is her new thing since being potty trained. Hopefully it will faze out once she gets more confident that she isn't going to have an accident.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644171234956436805-4390862499069240412?l=thewrightfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/feeds/4390862499069240412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644171234956436805&amp;postID=4390862499069240412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/4390862499069240412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/4390862499069240412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/2009/12/am-i-beautiful-mommy.html' title='&quot;Am I Beautiful Mommy?&quot;'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SgxdbElqroI/AAAAAAAACAc/izametAZyuE/S220/4_Wright_Rob_and_Em_4_x6_-_IMG_5331.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/Sym4HGAx_8I/AAAAAAAAChY/E4-wj6J1ftA/s72-c/IMG_3700.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644171234956436805.post-1321320125413385328</id><published>2009-11-08T22:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T22:33:13.365-06:00</updated><title type='text'>To Grandmother's House We Go!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;We've had some snotty noses and coughs lately. Just to be safe, we stayed home from church. It was a beautiful day and we decided to go to grandma and papaw's house early. They weren't home from church yet, so we stayed outside and played. The kids love playing out there. Pepper and LuLu were out there to play too. Ethan spent the night on Friday with grandma and papaw and he fell off the porch steps. When they called to tell us I wasn't expecting it to look as bad as it did. Boy, he had a shiner!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SymzVptNm2I/AAAAAAAAChQ/XQ5AoF-RPDM/s1600-h/IMG_3697.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416057211443845986" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SymzVptNm2I/AAAAAAAAChQ/XQ5AoF-RPDM/s400/IMG_3697.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SymzVTuAkPI/AAAAAAAAChI/qpWgP6CkJ40/s1600-h/IMG_3696.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416057205541605618" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SymzVTuAkPI/AAAAAAAAChI/qpWgP6CkJ40/s400/IMG_3696.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SymzU_yVR8I/AAAAAAAAChA/jRFnNCU0wIc/s1600-h/IMG_3695.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416057200191031234" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SymzU_yVR8I/AAAAAAAAChA/jRFnNCU0wIc/s400/IMG_3695.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SymyszDKFbI/AAAAAAAACg4/tDYn-eU0jVc/s1600-h/IMG_3694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416056509577172402" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SymyszDKFbI/AAAAAAAACg4/tDYn-eU0jVc/s400/IMG_3694.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SymysUYMjmI/AAAAAAAACgw/yni1q56xSxI/s1600-h/IMG_3693.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416056501343915618" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SymysUYMjmI/AAAAAAAACgw/yni1q56xSxI/s400/IMG_3693.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SymysMLgTcI/AAAAAAAACgo/CrEcvqkj2oU/s1600-h/IMG_3692.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416056499143200194" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SymysMLgTcI/AAAAAAAACgo/CrEcvqkj2oU/s400/IMG_3692.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SymyrXle_VI/AAAAAAAACgg/GwKsfQJtMd8/s1600-h/IMG_3690.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416056485025086802" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SymyrXle_VI/AAAAAAAACgg/GwKsfQJtMd8/s400/IMG_3690.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "Take the picture already!  My face is starting to hurt!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SymyrI_1myI/AAAAAAAACgY/cv0hne_7Ijo/s1600-h/IMG_3689.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416056481109089058" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SymyrI_1myI/AAAAAAAACgY/cv0hne_7Ijo/s400/IMG_3689.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cheese!&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/6644171234956436805-1321320125413385328?l=thewrightfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/feeds/1321320125413385328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644171234956436805&amp;postID=1321320125413385328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/1321320125413385328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/1321320125413385328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/2009/11/to-grandmothers-house-we-go.html' title='To Grandmother&apos;s House We Go!'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SgxdbElqroI/AAAAAAAACAc/izametAZyuE/S220/4_Wright_Rob_and_Em_4_x6_-_IMG_5331.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SymzVptNm2I/AAAAAAAAChQ/XQ5AoF-RPDM/s72-c/IMG_3697.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644171234956436805.post-1048899857457458119</id><published>2009-11-07T15:05:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T15:21:27.520-06:00</updated><title type='text'>We've Had A Breakthrough</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SvXkkTuzDiI/AAAAAAAACgA/cjiFeagJI-4/s1600-h/IMG_3683.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401474640523759138" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SvXkkTuzDiI/AAAAAAAACgA/cjiFeagJI-4/s400/IMG_3683.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tuesday morning I tried putting big girl panties on Syd. She was so proud. I had to go to the dentist and my mom was here with the kids. Well, I guess she peed as soon as I left. So, that was a bust. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;For some reason, yesterday at about 9:30am I put them on her again. I can't remember why I did it. I don't know if she asked or what. But she did great. Before lunchtime she had already gone on the potty 3 times. I let her stay in her panties for nap time just to see how she did. Amazingly, she stayed dry. About 20 minutes after she got up she had an accident. So, we cleaned her up and put new ones on. She did great all evening. Since grandma and papaw had taken Ethan, Landon, and Jenna, it was only me and Peytie and Syd. We decided to visit Pastor and Becky. I let Syd keep her big girl panties on and Peytie insisted he wear them too. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;They wouldn't go potty in a new environment. I couldn't get Syd to pee. Peytie didn't even want to sit on the potty. He went in and peed all over their couch. Normally I would feel bad about that, but I warned them before we came over. They knew what they were getting into. It was funny, Peytie was so proud of it. When Pastor and Hannah got back from picking up food he proudly announced, "I peed on couch!" They thought it was funny.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;After the accident with Peytie I didn't want to risk anything with Syd so I put her diaper back on. Sometime that night she came to me and wanted me to change her. She had pooped a little and didn't want to do it in her diaper. So, I put her on the potty and she did her business!! BREAKTHROUGH!!! She gets it!! Or so I thought... It is so nice to have a wonderful parsonage family. Thanks for letting us come over and hang out!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I let them sleep in underwear. That didn't go nearly so well. They both peed everywhere. So, first thing this morning I gave them baths. They were both back in their underwear rearing to go. I decided to go to the gym and daddy had to take over. He didn't do so hot. He didn't realize you have to ask them every minute or so if they need to go and remind them NOT to pee in their panties. So, an hour later I walk in the door with a wet Peytie and a wet and poopie Syd. Yeah, daddy needs a little more training. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644171234956436805-1048899857457458119?l=thewrightfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/feeds/1048899857457458119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644171234956436805&amp;postID=1048899857457458119' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/1048899857457458119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/1048899857457458119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/2009/11/weve-had-breakthrough.html' title='We&apos;ve Had A Breakthrough'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SgxdbElqroI/AAAAAAAACAc/izametAZyuE/S220/4_Wright_Rob_and_Em_4_x6_-_IMG_5331.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SvXkkTuzDiI/AAAAAAAACgA/cjiFeagJI-4/s72-c/IMG_3683.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644171234956436805.post-4073317246635859516</id><published>2009-10-31T14:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T15:05:35.090-06:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Little Monkey's Jumpin On The Bed...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SvXeVrpqXzI/AAAAAAAACfA/A2bO3oCJvtI/s1600-h/IMG_0470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401467792176865074" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SvXeVrpqXzI/AAAAAAAACfA/A2bO3oCJvtI/s400/IMG_0470.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;One fell off and bumped his head! I have been waiting to use &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401467800863560834" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SvXeWMAu1II/AAAAAAAACfQ/mJmJfFR2hto/s400/IMG_0474.JPG" /&gt;these costumes since last Halloween. They were perfect for us this year. I mean, I feel like a real zookeeper all the time, and they are like wild monkeys. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401468276229309698" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SvXex24whQI/AAAAAAAACfw/UBcTatFWuQI/s400/IMG_0481.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401467809985304370" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SvXeWt_hlzI/AAAAAAAACfg/tRV_yh9NY5U/s400/IMG_0477.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;On Saturday we got dressed up and packed into the van. We made our scheduled stops and the kids did pretty good. I am looking forward to the day when we aren't in car seats anymore. That was a chore to load and unload them about 10 times. They enjoyed it this year. They figured out that people were giving them candy at each stop. So, when we had to collect it from them before we got back into the van, we had five screaming, kicking, flailing monkeys. It was great fun, let tell ya. They wanted to eat all the candy as soon as it was handed to them. Lots of candy had to be thrown away because they chewed it up while it was still in the wrapper. It was a little stressful this year, but worth it. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401467802281046434" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SvXeWRSr8aI/AAAAAAAACfY/DLOKNSvCkEE/s400/IMG_0476.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401468272324181266" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SvXexoVs_RI/AAAAAAAACfo/_NqaPz7ScVI/s400/IMG_0479.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401467795207276850" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SvXeV28KyTI/AAAAAAAACfI/jcweIWHlTvQ/s400/IMG_0472.JPG" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;I am already thinking about our costumes for next year. If you have any good ideas leave me a comment!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 334px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401468282938490242" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SvXeyP4WfYI/AAAAAAAACf4/jhvqTGwQIUg/s400/IMG_0482.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/em&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/6644171234956436805-4073317246635859516?l=thewrightfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/feeds/4073317246635859516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644171234956436805&amp;postID=4073317246635859516' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/4073317246635859516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/4073317246635859516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/2009/11/5-little-monkeys-jumpin-on-bed.html' title='5 Little Monkey&apos;s Jumpin On The Bed...'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SgxdbElqroI/AAAAAAAACAc/izametAZyuE/S220/4_Wright_Rob_and_Em_4_x6_-_IMG_5331.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SvXeVrpqXzI/AAAAAAAACfA/A2bO3oCJvtI/s72-c/IMG_0470.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644171234956436805.post-6373783940714503086</id><published>2009-10-27T14:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T14:39:15.722-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Elmo's Potty Time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SvXazzC3TDI/AAAAAAAACe4/p5g2S6vn99s/s1600-h/Elmos-Potty-Time.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 244px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 348px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401463911511182386" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SvXazzC3TDI/AAAAAAAACe4/p5g2S6vn99s/s400/Elmos-Potty-Time.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, we haven't gotten past Veggie Tales yet. I have to say, Veggie Tales is burned into my brain. What is even worse, Rob knows them frontwards and backwards too. That tells you how bad it is for me because he is only here about 20% of the time. So, I see it 5x more than he does. In any random conversation he will insert a phrase from one of the shows. I told him I feel sorry for him because he has all these random weird sayings in his head and busts them out at any given time. It's pretty funny when he does the impressions. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401463625021137330" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SvXajHyUIbI/AAAAAAAACew/jxjgQlSf7aE/s400/IMG_3674.JPG" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I went on Veggie Tales strike the other day. I told them we weren't going to watch it today and they begged and begged. So, I put in Elmo's Potty Time. They liked it. Hopefully that will plant a seed and maybe we will be able to start potty training soon. Right now they don't get it. Syd is the closest and she still doesn't really get it. That is one battle I will NOT fight. I am not going to stress myself out if they aren't ready. So, I guess we will be in diapers for a while longer. &lt;/em&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/6644171234956436805-6373783940714503086?l=thewrightfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/feeds/6373783940714503086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644171234956436805&amp;postID=6373783940714503086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/6373783940714503086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/6373783940714503086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/2009/11/elmos-potty-time.html' title='Elmo&apos;s Potty Time!'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SgxdbElqroI/AAAAAAAACAc/izametAZyuE/S220/4_Wright_Rob_and_Em_4_x6_-_IMG_5331.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SvXazzC3TDI/AAAAAAAACe4/p5g2S6vn99s/s72-c/Elmos-Potty-Time.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644171234956436805.post-470686646866048770</id><published>2009-10-25T14:10:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T14:21:41.359-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best Gadget I've Found!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Well, I can't say that I'm big into gadgets. I admire them and wish I had an endless supply of money so I could try them all out. When push comes to shove, I can't justify myself spending money on something that I don't technically need. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have been on a mission for a few weeks now. Ethan has this obsession with light switches. It drives me CRAZY!! He also has an obsession with opening and closing doors, but that is another post I will have to do. Anyway, I was desperate to find something to keep him from messing with the lights. I finally found it! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401457526511478418" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SvXVAJETppI/AAAAAAAACeY/kC1ZivTHVTc/s400/IMG_3668.JPG" /&gt;I ordered 5 of them in case they didn't work. The down side, they cost $6.50. They work great and I have won the Battle!! Now if I could only keep him away from the doors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401457528996396194" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SvXVASUwfKI/AAAAAAAACeg/RQsd_rRkVas/s400/IMG_3673.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;You push that little button on the side when you push the switch up or down. It automatically locks. Easy for adults to use, impossible for toddlers!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644171234956436805-470686646866048770?l=thewrightfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/feeds/470686646866048770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644171234956436805&amp;postID=470686646866048770' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/470686646866048770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/470686646866048770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/2009/11/best-gadget-ive-found.html' title='The Best Gadget I&apos;ve Found!'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SgxdbElqroI/AAAAAAAACAc/izametAZyuE/S220/4_Wright_Rob_and_Em_4_x6_-_IMG_5331.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SvXVAJETppI/AAAAAAAACeY/kC1ZivTHVTc/s72-c/IMG_3668.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644171234956436805.post-8050200207748297903</id><published>2009-10-21T13:45:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T14:10:23.949-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Savor It!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SvXSaBzYwaI/AAAAAAAACeQ/6Bey6C_KBNQ/s1600-h/IMG_3664.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401454672703177122" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SvXSaBzYwaI/AAAAAAAACeQ/6Bey6C_KBNQ/s400/IMG_3664.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I think about it my heart starts to beat faster, my palms start to sweat, I breath quicker breaths and my throat tightens. I think it is a mini panic attack. I can't help it! As positive as I try to be I just don't see anything good with what is coming. Just the thought of winter makes me want to curl into a ball and dream it all away. Can you blame me? I mean, do you want to spend the next 5 months cooped up in the house with five 2 1/2 year old kids? I sure don't! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401454669992296498" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SvXSZ3tEADI/AAAAAAAACeI/cW0Lp0UyM90/s400/IMG_3663.JPG" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;So, I am doing my very best to see something positive. Right now we are going to savor every moment of nice weather. We will admire God's awesomeness in the trees. We will jump and play in the leaves, dig in the dirt, and ride our toys in the driveway. I love it when the leaves show their true colors. So, I am savoring everything I can. Storing it away in my mind and heart and praying it will be enough to get me through this winter. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401454664572651218" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SvXSZjg6xtI/AAAAAAAACeA/P8oMWtpOLOs/s400/IMG_3660.JPG" /&gt;In an attempt to enjoy the last days of feeling the sun's warmth shining down on us, we went to the park. I am trying to remember everything they are doing so I can be blown away by how much they change over this winter. They next time we go to this park they will be 3 years old and into a new phase of life. As much as I look forward to their growing, I want to bottle this up and never forget how special they all are. &lt;/em&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/6644171234956436805-8050200207748297903?l=thewrightfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/feeds/8050200207748297903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644171234956436805&amp;postID=8050200207748297903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/8050200207748297903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/8050200207748297903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/2009/10/savor-it.html' title='Savor It!'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SgxdbElqroI/AAAAAAAACAc/izametAZyuE/S220/4_Wright_Rob_and_Em_4_x6_-_IMG_5331.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SvXSaBzYwaI/AAAAAAAACeQ/6Bey6C_KBNQ/s72-c/IMG_3664.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644171234956436805.post-7193153915153903569</id><published>2009-10-16T19:18:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T20:15:30.863-05:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Kids + No Nap =</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/StkWHrNisAI/AAAAAAAACdI/cPRVhg01yRU/s1600-h/IMG_3651.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393366349867298818" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/StkWHrNisAI/AAAAAAAACdI/cPRVhg01yRU/s400/IMG_3651.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Exhausted!! That would be the perfect way to describe poor Landon. I was in the kitchen preparing for dinner and when I walked into the living room this is what I saw. Poor guy! He was out like a light. I felt bad for him so I gently leaned him over. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you God, it's Friday!!! Not that it matters much, but daddy will be home tomorrow!!! It has been a rough week. Lots has happened so I'll start with Monday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We took our first trip to the zoo. I have to say, anyone in the Evansville, area should get a season pass. It is $8.50/person each trip to the zoo. But!! If you get a family pass you can go for free for a year plus get great discounts all around the U.S. It only costs $59 for your entire family! We will be spending a lot of time at the zoo for the next year. Jenna had a crash and burn while we were there. She fell right on her forehead. Now she has this big scab on her head.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393367825737303618" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/StkXdlQXxkI/AAAAAAAACdg/FxqKWsPxtIE/s400/IMG_3642.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393366340870939922" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/StkWHJspJRI/AAAAAAAACdA/HAdvblJYISc/s400/IMG_3644.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After we had seen everything we ate lunch.  We went and sat at the entrance and unpacked our lunches.  I have never seen so many bees in my life.  They were everywhere.  They were landing on all of us.  Luckily they weren't stinging anyone.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393366355188293394" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/StkWH_CKnxI/AAAAAAAACdQ/F_I9_jdsYl4/s400/IMG_3648.JPG" /&gt; Tuesday morning I was up bright and early to take Jenna to her 9:15am appointment at the feeding clinic in Evansville. When we got home Peyton and Sydney went to grandma's house to spend the night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wednesday we stayed home for the day. It has been so yucky and cold outside that I didn't want to get out. I did get a few closets cleaned and organized. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thursday morning we started out kinda rough. Jenna's head was scabbing over from Monday and she decided to try on a plethora of hats. I was in the kitchen when she walked in with blood all over her forehead. The quarter sized scab was pulled off and sticking in her hair. So, she has this big huge band aid on her head. While I was doing that the other kids were downstairs. When I got down there Peyton and Sydney were completely naked and had peed all over the couch. I was so Mad!!! So, I spanked them, put them in bed for a couple minutes, then put them in time-out. They were pretty upset with the consequences. Right before we were about to leave to go to my moms house Ethan came to me and showed me where Landon bit him. Yes, I said bit!! So, he got his mouth smacked and put in time-out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was pretty rough too. Syd and Peytie stripped down again. They both got the same punishment again. Without a nap today we needed to go to bed early. So, 7:00 rolled around and they were out in about 5 minutes. Thank the Lord!!! &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/6644171234956436805-7193153915153903569?l=thewrightfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/feeds/7193153915153903569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644171234956436805&amp;postID=7193153915153903569' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/7193153915153903569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/7193153915153903569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/2009/10/5-kids-no-nap.html' title='5 Kids + No Nap ='/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SgxdbElqroI/AAAAAAAACAc/izametAZyuE/S220/4_Wright_Rob_and_Em_4_x6_-_IMG_5331.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/StkWHrNisAI/AAAAAAAACdI/cPRVhg01yRU/s72-c/IMG_3651.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644171234956436805.post-8567773708700530486</id><published>2009-10-15T09:05:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T09:22:57.533-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Night Moon!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/StcsaD7_tNI/AAAAAAAACcw/f3Gtxt0cj98/s1600-h/moon2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392827905044624594" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/StcsaD7_tNI/AAAAAAAACcw/f3Gtxt0cj98/s400/moon2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We have a little cardboard book called, "Good Night Moon."  This book is loved by everyone in this house.  It is the book we read a hundred times a day.  They talk about it and apply it to our everyday lives.  A few weeks ago they started noticing the moon.  They get so excited when they see it.  They even spot it in the morning when it's still in the sky. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love how their minds are starting to work.  Occasionally we are out late and when we get home everyone jumps out of the van.  They go running into the driveway and search for the moon.  As soon as they see it everyone is yelling and shouting, " da Moon!"  They are celebrating this silly round thing in the sky.  But really, they see the moon for what it was meant to be seen as.  It is an amazing part of God's creation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peyton, our most wild and adventuresome kiddo is probably the most awe struck by the moon.  He loves everything about those few minutes outside celebrating God's awesomeness.  After a few seconds he looks at me with excited eyes and says, "I wanna touch it!"  He begs and begs to just get one little touch.  How sweet and innocent they are.  These are the little things I hold onto and never want to forget.  I have looked forward to this age for quite some time.  The age when they can communicate what is going on in those little heads of theirs.  I can't wait for all the funny conversations they have with each other.  Times when I can melt into the background and listen.  Times like these make the rough times worth it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644171234956436805-8567773708700530486?l=thewrightfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/feeds/8567773708700530486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644171234956436805&amp;postID=8567773708700530486' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/8567773708700530486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/8567773708700530486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post_15.html' title='Good Night Moon!'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SgxdbElqroI/AAAAAAAACAc/izametAZyuE/S220/4_Wright_Rob_and_Em_4_x6_-_IMG_5331.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/StcsaD7_tNI/AAAAAAAACcw/f3Gtxt0cj98/s72-c/moon2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644171234956436805.post-5923946464728597583</id><published>2009-10-14T21:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T21:52:58.968-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess Who Did This!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/StaJpevyYLI/AAAAAAAACcg/hoyPR7qarVI/s1600-h/IMG_3629.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392648949543887026" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/StaJpevyYLI/AAAAAAAACcg/hoyPR7qarVI/s400/IMG_3629.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was in the kitchen when I heard a real cry from Ethan.  I say that because Ethan is always whining and throwing tantrums.  I know immediately he was in pain.  So, I went into the living room and found Ethan laying on his back on the floor with Peyton sitting beside him.  He wouldn't tell me what Peyton did so I stood him up to examine him.  I found my cell phone beside him and knew that was the source of the fight.  I turned him around and saw a wet teeth ring on the back of his shirt.  I lifted up his shirt and was horrified.  This is by far the worst bite we have had.  So, I reacted pretty strongly.  I smacked my sweet Peytie in the mouth, put him in bed for 2 min, then put him in time-out for 2 min.  I also gave him a HUGE guilt trip.  We talked about how he hurt his bubby and made him cry.  We also talked about how we do NOT bite in this house.  We also talked about it throughout the evening.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was so furious when I realized what he had done.  I showed daddy and grandma.  Each time I showed them I made sure Peytie was right there.  When they saw it and asked what happened he would say that he bit Ethan then ,"No biting!"  I know he got the picture.  I'm glad he got it.  Thankfully, we haven't had biting problems.  Hopefully it will stay that way.&lt;/em&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/6644171234956436805-5923946464728597583?l=thewrightfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/feeds/5923946464728597583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644171234956436805&amp;postID=5923946464728597583' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/5923946464728597583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/5923946464728597583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/2009/10/guess-who-did-this.html' title='Guess Who Did This!!'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SgxdbElqroI/AAAAAAAACAc/izametAZyuE/S220/4_Wright_Rob_and_Em_4_x6_-_IMG_5331.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/StaJpevyYLI/AAAAAAAACcg/hoyPR7qarVI/s72-c/IMG_3629.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644171234956436805.post-8341043861894218652</id><published>2009-09-23T15:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T15:28:30.794-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Balloon Melt Down!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SrqE4SvJO8I/AAAAAAAACcY/1EZarZJcRqM/s1600-h/IMG_3619.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384762407111965634" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SrqE4SvJO8I/AAAAAAAACcY/1EZarZJcRqM/s400/IMG_3619.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;This is the picture we had for about an hour and a half the other night. We went up to Heritage Days on the square this past weekend. The kids got balloons. I never thought that balloons would be that emotionally frustrating for the kids. We tied them to their wrists or clothes. They didn't understand that they wouldn't float away if they were attached to them. So, they cried continually in fear of losing their balloons. Seriously, this is all they did until bed time. They were convinced that the balloons would float away if they let them go. Even when we showed them that they wouldn't go away if they let go, they still freaked out. So, Peyton and Ethan had to have their balloons tied to the outside of their beds so they could see them until they fell asleep. Thank the Lord, the next morning the helium was gone and they were all on the ground. Funny, the things we understand that we just assume they understand. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have been taking Jenna to a feeding clinic in Evansville for a few weeks now. A Psychologist and feeding specialist sits with us and they feed her. They do mouth exercises and are teaching her to eat. I am amazed at the progress we have made. I really haven't done much with her in between visits. Her eating hasn't gotten any better, until today. We went to our appointment yesterday. Today for lunch we had salisbury steak, garden corn, cheesy hash brown casserole, carrots, applesauce, and rolls. The meal started a little rough. She is really bad about spitting out what she doesn't want. But, after a few minutes of being taken away from the table, she decided she would eat. That little girl ate every bite off her plate. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This may seem silly and small to most people, but this is something Jenna hasn't ever done. She ate an entire plate of food that she didn't really want. By that I mean, it wasn't sweets, candy or junk food. I was so proud of her! She was excited too. It takes her about 40 minutes of constant attention and me feeding her, but she did it! The feeding clinic is doing something that is making a difference. It is a lot of work, and I hope I have the stamina and patience to keep doing it. For now, keep praying for our little Jenna.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644171234956436805-8341043861894218652?l=thewrightfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/feeds/8341043861894218652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644171234956436805&amp;postID=8341043861894218652' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/8341043861894218652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/8341043861894218652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/2009/09/balloon-melt-down.html' title='Balloon Melt Down!'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SgxdbElqroI/AAAAAAAACAc/izametAZyuE/S220/4_Wright_Rob_and_Em_4_x6_-_IMG_5331.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SrqE4SvJO8I/AAAAAAAACcY/1EZarZJcRqM/s72-c/IMG_3619.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644171234956436805.post-4536336810573736140</id><published>2009-09-18T13:49:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T13:59:43.269-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hero of the Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;This morning I let Gray (our gray kitten) in the house. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;KeeKee&lt;/span&gt; (our little tort) wasn't around. That was a little odd, but I didn't think much of it until about 9:30 when she still hadn't shown up. I was sticking my head out of the house and calling for her when I thought I heard her crying. Here is where I found her.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382883099220508050" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SrPXqLR9_ZI/AAAAAAAACcA/g0rAkjZmKTQ/s400/IMG_3613.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382883104698389554" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SrPXqfr_1DI/AAAAAAAACcI/gf7ckwTB4Yw/s400/IMG_3614.JPG" /&gt;I called the Fire Dept. and they came to take a look. Unfortunately, since she was up in a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;power line&lt;/span&gt; they couldn't help. But they did turn on their lights and talk to the kids a little. The kids love firetrucks. So, thanks to the firemen who came to try to help.  So, I put some food at the bottom of the pole in hopes that she could successfully climb down.  I could have left her up there longer, but I saw no reason if Duke Energy was willing to come and get her down.  So, I called them up and within an hour our hero for the day showed up to get her down.  Thank you so much for saving &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;KeeKee&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382883109368151938" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SrPXqxFWv4I/AAAAAAAACcQ/XGY-1ehwO_I/s400/IMG_3618.JPG" /&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/6644171234956436805-4536336810573736140?l=thewrightfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/feeds/4536336810573736140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644171234956436805&amp;postID=4536336810573736140' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/4536336810573736140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/4536336810573736140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/2009/09/hero-of-day.html' title='Hero of the Day!'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SgxdbElqroI/AAAAAAAACAc/izametAZyuE/S220/4_Wright_Rob_and_Em_4_x6_-_IMG_5331.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SrPXqLR9_ZI/AAAAAAAACcA/g0rAkjZmKTQ/s72-c/IMG_3613.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644171234956436805.post-6675065791128468215</id><published>2009-09-17T19:11:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T20:29:29.415-05:00</updated><title type='text'>When Mommy's Kiss Just Isn't Enough...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382594112401861922" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SrLQ07fSbSI/AAAAAAAACao/qvlkatRbcAg/s400/Elmo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Elmo bandages do the trick. We are constantly scraping our knees and stubbing our toes. Landon practically cut the tip of his off the other day. It is so funny. They come up to me and say,&lt;em&gt; "Boo Boo, Mommy fix it (whimper, whimper) band aid (sniff, sniff)."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382608292933628498" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SrLduWFhclI/AAAAAAAACaw/Xk4LLxbBW10/s400/IMG_3611.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;                                                                     All better mommy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They always amaze me. Today I got out a banana, which they rarely eat when offered (except for Peytie). Instead of cutting it up I just peeled it and offered them to bite it. The boys took the biggest bites. It was like they were trying to see who could get the biggest bite. I can't believe how big they are getting. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382609547089360450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SrLe3WLjNkI/AAAAAAAACbI/EY_v4I1HnII/s400/IMG_3610.JPG" /&gt;                                                Yes, that is a bugar on Landon's nose (Yuck)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382609540162411106" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SrLe28YCWmI/AAAAAAAACbA/zsSdRSDYvYI/s400/IMG_3608.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382609531314019138" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SrLe2baam0I/AAAAAAAACa4/KLxrMp0wa-k/s400/IMG_3605.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you do when you are trying to get five kids teeth brushed and teach them how to drink from an open cup and spit all in one educational moment? &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382612202875807138" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SrLhR7wYZaI/AAAAAAAACbg/2SNF9XZXsQw/s400/IMG_3612.JPG" /&gt;You improvise!  We use the bathtub to spit in and then we dump our cups out on the floor!  Actually, we are working on that last part.  At least the bathroom is a water friendly place.  The sink is just too small a target with five spitters.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382609558874183010" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SrLe4CFRVWI/AAAAAAAACbQ/LFZJyQUdq9A/s400/IMG_3601.JPG" /&gt;                                                       "Look momma, I have a tongue!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382609563755437298" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SrLe4URDXPI/AAAAAAAACbY/hL8XUuCf8-Y/s400/IMG_3599.JPG" /&gt;                                                 "Do these glasses make my face look big?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644171234956436805-6675065791128468215?l=thewrightfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/feeds/6675065791128468215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644171234956436805&amp;postID=6675065791128468215' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/6675065791128468215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/6675065791128468215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/2009/09/when-mommys-kiss-just-isnt-enough.html' title='When Mommy&apos;s Kiss Just Isn&apos;t Enough...'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SgxdbElqroI/AAAAAAAACAc/izametAZyuE/S220/4_Wright_Rob_and_Em_4_x6_-_IMG_5331.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SrLQ07fSbSI/AAAAAAAACao/qvlkatRbcAg/s72-c/Elmo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644171234956436805.post-2820017840860042306</id><published>2009-09-16T23:26:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T23:28:04.113-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ethan Lane,</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;To my big loving teddy bear.  Just thinking about you makes me laugh.  You are our first born.  I was so proud of you throughout the entire pregnancy.  You were the one who gave me hope every week.  You always grew, always moved, and led the pack in every way.  Just as we suspected, you were almost an entire pound bigger than everyone else.  I should have known that was a sign of things to come.  You didn’t share the nourishment before you were born and you don’t share anything now.  At 2lbs 9oz, you were almost twice the size of the others.  Daddy and I felt most comfortable with you because you weren’t as fragile as the others.  You were the first one we got to hold.  I remember it was around midnight and we came down from our room to see you.  The night shift nurse offered to let us secretly hold you.  You were four days old and we finally held your tiny body. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You grew like crazy and hit all your goals in the NICU.  When it came to eating your bottle you went crazy for it.  You LOVED to eat!  You still do too.  The problem was, you got too excited and forgot to breathe while you were drinking your bottle.  That would cause your stats to drop and you would turn gray and go limp.  We would have to rub you and wiggle you around to bring you back.  You were on target to come home first.  Everyone knew you would lead the way.  Except, you just couldn’t figure out how to eat and breath at the same time.  Silly boy, Peytie passed you up and beat you by a week coming home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once you were home you were a complete joy.  You were the best behaved and easiest to feed.  You were a much needed break for the stressful feedings.  You have been the first to walk, and talk and pretty much mastered everything physical.  Now you are about 7 lbs bigger than everyone else and live for your next meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when you were little and pretty good at crawling.  You would crawl up to us and we would put our head down to you.  You would laugh and then crawl backwards as fast as you could go.  You would back up until you ran into something.  It was so cute to see you do it.  You also noticed how daddy laid on the floor.  We have pictures of you lying on your side with your arm down in the exact position as daddy.  How sweet was that! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love to be held and snuggled and have latched onto a yellow fleece blanket.  Thankfully we have two of them so you don’t notice when one is getting washed.  You are the only one who sucks his thumb too.  Yeah, you picked that habit up pretty early.  You only do it when you have your blanket with you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have been considered the “easy” baby of the bunch.  You haven’t struggled with anything so far.  I pray that you keep your sweet demeanor about you.  There isn’t a mean bone in your body; maybe an instigating part, but not a mean one.  I love you more than life and hope you never feel unsafe.  I know you don’t like crowds or strangers, but we will never let anything happen to you.  I can’t wait to see what your dreams will be.  You are so funny and easy going.  You are definitely a follower and I pray you always love your siblings.  Stick up for them and always come to us for anything.  Peyton, Landon, Jenna, and Syd look up to you.  They feel safe with you and know you will be there for them.  I love the way you make me feel loved everyday.  You say, “Okay mommy.” when I ask you to do something (usually).  I can’t put into words how very special you are.  There will never be another Ethan.  I love you so much!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644171234956436805-2820017840860042306?l=thewrightfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/feeds/2820017840860042306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644171234956436805&amp;postID=2820017840860042306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/2820017840860042306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/2820017840860042306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/2009/09/ethan-lane.html' title='Ethan Lane,'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SgxdbElqroI/AAAAAAAACAc/izametAZyuE/S220/4_Wright_Rob_and_Em_4_x6_-_IMG_5331.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644171234956436805.post-8582566717537764975</id><published>2009-09-13T20:39:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T20:57:32.758-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Night Football!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/Sq2g7_ISfGI/AAAAAAAACag/l4oBsGz79A0/s1600-h/IMG_3597.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381134082196536418" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/Sq2g7_ISfGI/AAAAAAAACag/l4oBsGz79A0/s400/IMG_3597.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I took Peyton, Syd, and Jenna to the Princeton Tigers football game on Friday. I wasn't sure how they would do, but they had a blast! It was hilarious. They would yell as loud as they could, "Go Tigers!" They met lots of new people and had so much fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381134063048834610" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/Sq2g63zHvjI/AAAAAAAACaQ/htNAA8rjrrk/s400/IMG_3591.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Momma. what do you think about that last play?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381134055231947858" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/Sq2g6arbhFI/AAAAAAAACaI/9zyOkDhD3Vc/s400/IMG_3587.JPG" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Peytie and Pastor Gary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381134047316856370" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/Sq2g59MUzjI/AAAAAAAACaA/asCnv0wVfEs/s400/IMG_3586.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We found something Jenna excels at.  She will chew a piece of gum all night.  I shouldn't be surprised.  The girl never eats.  She is the queen of chewing and not swallowing.  So, this was right up her alley.  She was so proud that she got to have gum.  Peyton and Syd swallowed theirs pretty quickly.  They just didn't get it.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381134075236362066" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/Sq2g7lM2p1I/AAAAAAAACaY/V-9pQPF1Jmc/s400/IMG_3595.JPG" /&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/6644171234956436805-8582566717537764975?l=thewrightfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/feeds/8582566717537764975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644171234956436805&amp;postID=8582566717537764975' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/8582566717537764975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/8582566717537764975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/2009/09/friday-night-football.html' title='Friday Night Football!!'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SgxdbElqroI/AAAAAAAACAc/izametAZyuE/S220/4_Wright_Rob_and_Em_4_x6_-_IMG_5331.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/Sq2g7_ISfGI/AAAAAAAACag/l4oBsGz79A0/s72-c/IMG_3597.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644171234956436805.post-467471834518286765</id><published>2009-09-10T16:02:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T16:22:32.708-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Ending</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;That is how I describe my list of things to do. Today the van had to go to the shop to get the brakes worked on. So, before I dropped the van off and got stranded at home I went by the store and bought some ammonia. Now, whoever came up with the label "Lemon Fresh" must be on something because I wore a surgical mask to keep from permanently damaging my nasal cavity. I'm sure everyone knows how awful that stuff smells. But it works! I'm so glad my mom told me not to mix bleach with it because I probably would have tried that. Wouldn't that be a great headline "Quint Mom Found Dead On Kitchen Floor From Mixing Lethal Cleaning Chemicals!" &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379950446527996466" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SqlsbUqBYjI/AAAAAAAACYw/v1Oz5wPiebQ/s400/IMG_3584.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379950457247208386" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/Sqlsb8lrk8I/AAAAAAAACY4/_z6QH-CBrH4/s400/IMG_3583.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;No, the picture above is not poop. Shocking isn't it! Seems like everything these days involves poop of some kind. Anyway, I only got the open area of the kitchen done. I used almost the entire bottle. That stuff in the trash can is the stuff that came up from the floor.  Now I am sweaty and annoyed. I hate feeling like I didn't get anything accomplished. I know I did, but the truth is, not a single person will notice the slave labor I put in today. So, why did I do it? I guess because I refuse to walk on the floors without shoes on. I know they are disgusting and can't stand it. Maybe because the kids had to walk on them everyday without shoes on and it was embarrassing when their feet would be black from walking on them. Yeah, I know I got a big task partially done, but I also know that now I have to find time to finish it now. It is hard because I can't do it with the kids home. I don't want them to smell that awful stuff. So, I guess my entire free day next week will be devoted to finishing the job. Lucky Me!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379950465990586274" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SqlscdKQ76I/AAAAAAAACZA/qgFMV-Acrao/s400/IMG_3580.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644171234956436805-467471834518286765?l=thewrightfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/feeds/467471834518286765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644171234956436805&amp;postID=467471834518286765' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/467471834518286765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/467471834518286765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/2009/09/never-ending.html' title='Never Ending'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SgxdbElqroI/AAAAAAAACAc/izametAZyuE/S220/4_Wright_Rob_and_Em_4_x6_-_IMG_5331.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SqlsbUqBYjI/AAAAAAAACYw/v1Oz5wPiebQ/s72-c/IMG_3584.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644171234956436805.post-925621457881418769</id><published>2009-09-09T15:22:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T18:06:23.295-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Urgent Request!</title><content type='html'>I know all the supporters of my family pray for us constantly.  I have a special request.  Please pray for my brother and sister-in-law.  They have teenage kids and you all know that brings challenges.  There are some very serious things going on with their family and they need urgent and continuous prayer.  I love Mel and Shawn to death.  The devil is trying to rip their family apart.  They are going through a lot and I would really appreciate it if you all would join me in praying for them tonight.  Before you lay your head down to go to sleep just ask the Lord to keep his hand on them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, you know the situations right now, and you are in control.  I know they are seeking your guidance and strength in this difficult time.  Please give Mel and Shawn a peace about their situation.  Let them know that you will be with them throughout this tough time.  Lord, they love you and want their kids to know you.  They have done their best to raise their kids up to know you, but at some point a kid has to make their own decisions and reap the consequences.  Just be a pillar of strength for them right now Lord.  Give Mel and Shawn some relief so they can lay their heads down tonight and rest knowing your hand is in this.  Your word says, "&lt;em&gt;Train up a child in the way he should go; and when he is old, he will not depart from it&lt;/em&gt;." (Pr22:6)   We are putting all of this in your hands Lord.  In Jesus Name,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644171234956436805-925621457881418769?l=thewrightfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/feeds/925621457881418769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644171234956436805&amp;postID=925621457881418769' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/925621457881418769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/925621457881418769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/2009/09/urgent-request.html' title='Urgent Request!'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SgxdbElqroI/AAAAAAAACAc/izametAZyuE/S220/4_Wright_Rob_and_Em_4_x6_-_IMG_5331.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644171234956436805.post-8456171944087819764</id><published>2009-09-07T20:30:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T21:13:51.917-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy, Busy, Busy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;That pretty much sums up our lives lately. We have been feeling our time with family and friends. Lots of learning and growing. Their talking has changed immensely. The kids are talking in full sentences and learning their colors and numbers. It is so fun to watch them play together and watch their minds work. One day we got home and got every one's shoes off. We were picking them all up to put them in the closet. We couldn't find Syd's. When we put everyone else's away we found hers. She took them off and carried them to the closed and opened the door and put them in. She does that every time now. She is so smart and figures things like that out all the time. She is mommy's little helper. She has kind of figured out how to fold washcloths. She also loves to carry her babies around and feed them their bottles and give them baths. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378912870414565938" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SqW8wcbWQjI/AAAAAAAACYo/gAYrL0bOm7w/s400/IMG_3559.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;We've been cracking down on the kids about telling us "No." We decided to get rid of warnings. If the kids tell us "No" we immediately put them in time-out. It is amazing the change we have seen in them. They have done much better at listening to us. The boys are the kids who are bad about it. Especially Ethan and Landon. Peyton is bad too, but he picked up on the punishment faster than the others. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378912859036294898" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SqW8vyCjnvI/AAAAAAAACYg/6gBENOwo9J4/s400/IMG_3564.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378912853395373538" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SqW8vdBp_eI/AAAAAAAACYY/tABteY9A-xI/s400/IMG_3565.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rob is back in school. Another semester of 2nd shift and classes. I hate 2nd shift and the stress that comes with going to school at the same time. He is doing it for us though and I support him completely. I am so ready for him to be done. Until then, we are getting by. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378911657679937026" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SqW7p2o4XgI/AAAAAAAACYQ/J2e2lcHZtpk/s400/IMG_3562.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378911655214780210" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SqW7ptdJDzI/AAAAAAAACYI/7bdNO6nzxYw/s400/IMG_3566.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/em&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/6644171234956436805-8456171944087819764?l=thewrightfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/feeds/8456171944087819764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644171234956436805&amp;postID=8456171944087819764' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/8456171944087819764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/8456171944087819764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/2009/09/busy-busy-busy.html' title='Busy, Busy, Busy'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SgxdbElqroI/AAAAAAAACAc/izametAZyuE/S220/4_Wright_Rob_and_Em_4_x6_-_IMG_5331.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SqW8wcbWQjI/AAAAAAAACYo/gAYrL0bOm7w/s72-c/IMG_3559.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644171234956436805.post-5092514381662053031</id><published>2009-08-31T00:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T09:58:59.198-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Pappaw Bob!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SpvheVLSXhI/AAAAAAAACYA/ZCO8mWTrGe8/s1600-h/IMG_3478.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; That is the song we are singing today. Papaw is 60 years old today. I have to say that I couldn't have picked a better father-in-law. So many people are too busy to see their family. They let days, weeks, months, and even years go by without speaking or visiting. Then, when it is too late they wish they could have had that time back. Suddenly, they realize they could have made time to see the people they love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SpvhdxKITzI/AAAAAAAACX4/U6TZgcn1zcY/s1600-h/IMG_3476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376138481725099826" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SpvhdxKITzI/AAAAAAAACX4/U6TZgcn1zcY/s400/IMG_3476.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SpvhdWhWYYI/AAAAAAAACXw/9ewXLlggFi8/s1600-h/IMG_3475.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376138474574733698" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SpvhdWhWYYI/AAAAAAAACXw/9ewXLlggFi8/s400/IMG_3475.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SpvhdDiREzI/AAAAAAAACXo/mTwjFI3lCNU/s1600-h/IMG_3463.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376138469478306610" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SpvhdDiREzI/AAAAAAAACXo/mTwjFI3lCNU/s400/IMG_3463.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SpvhBkVXKiI/AAAAAAAACXg/32KUzPq132E/s1600-h/IMG_1591.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376137997246212642" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SpvhBkVXKiI/AAAAAAAACXg/32KUzPq132E/s400/IMG_1591.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SpvhBLPMkaI/AAAAAAAACXY/-j-9V5Yj5gQ/s1600-h/IMG_1190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376137990509466018" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SpvhBLPMkaI/AAAAAAAACXY/-j-9V5Yj5gQ/s400/IMG_1190.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SpvhA7MtcwI/AAAAAAAACXQ/kjrVqOcMjnw/s1600-h/img_0643+(3).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 298px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376137986204070658" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SpvhA7MtcwI/AAAAAAAACXQ/kjrVqOcMjnw/s400/img_0643+(3).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SpvhAcl1EHI/AAAAAAAACXI/cENx4KYnASU/s1600-h/IMG_0599.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376137977987928178" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SpvhAcl1EHI/AAAAAAAACXI/cENx4KYnASU/s400/IMG_0599.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/Spvg_-jFbhI/AAAAAAAACXA/ulbTFxgEvjA/s1600-h/IMG_0597.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 357px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376137969923354130" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/Spvg_-jFbhI/AAAAAAAACXA/ulbTFxgEvjA/s400/IMG_0597.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SpvgQ1sXzWI/AAAAAAAACW4/XR_MeE0EzQk/s1600-h/IMG_0465.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376137160092536162" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SpvgQ1sXzWI/AAAAAAAACW4/XR_MeE0EzQk/s400/IMG_0465.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SpvgQQgyXdI/AAAAAAAACWw/Hfrz9XD5x1c/s1600-h/DSCF0075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376137150111833554" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SpvgQQgyXdI/AAAAAAAACWw/Hfrz9XD5x1c/s400/DSCF0075.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SpvgP_1OHoI/AAAAAAAACWo/S7MSWbhsRIs/s1600-h/DSCF0072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376137145634135682" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SpvgP_1OHoI/AAAAAAAACWo/S7MSWbhsRIs/s400/DSCF0072.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SpvgPTS-AtI/AAAAAAAACWg/3qo96El6o00/s1600-h/DSCF0056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376137133679313618" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SpvgPTS-AtI/AAAAAAAACWg/3qo96El6o00/s400/DSCF0056.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The kids will look back one day and know that they had a papaw who loved them more than life and would have done anything for them. I remember when we first found out we were having multiples. Bob was the first person Rob called. We had our ultrasound pictures and Bob took them around to everyone he knew. When the kids were born he wore a button on his shirt with the kids picture on it. He is a truck driver and meets countless people. That let him talk about them all the time. He is so proud of his family. He was the first person who got to go see the kids after they were born. Even before I got to. When he walks into the room the kids cry and scream and throw a fit because they want him to pick them up and take them home with him. They love papaw Bob more than life. He is talked about in our home more than anyone else. Yes, even more than Daddy. That is because papaw gets to drive a cool truck and every truck on the road is papaw's. I would say that not an hour goes by in our house that we don't talk about papaw. Maybe because daddy has a tractor, but papaw's is better. We have a swing set, but papaw's is better. They adore their papaw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SpvgOyfhLyI/AAAAAAAACWY/MQLFhcYkzzo/s1600-h/DSCF0054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376137124873580322" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SpvgOyfhLyI/AAAAAAAACWY/MQLFhcYkzzo/s400/DSCF0054.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SproRvOvJ1I/AAAAAAAACWQ/yAIAhiWpYno/s1600-h/DSCF0051.JPG"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375864496653805394" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SproRvOvJ1I/AAAAAAAACWQ/yAIAhiWpYno/s400/DSCF0051.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SproQjmS7nI/AAAAAAAACWA/kAtEFA3Uj-o/s1600-h/1st_birthday057.JPG"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375864476351524466" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SproQjmS7nI/AAAAAAAACWA/kAtEFA3Uj-o/s400/1st_birthday057.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 338px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375864485286850626" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SproRE4pMEI/AAAAAAAACWI/54pun3X7OWo/s400/Baby+E+%26+A+ll.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SproQfSVRMI/AAAAAAAACV4/eJJYBQLIMa0/s1600-h/1st_birthday050.JPG"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375864475194049730" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SproQfSVRMI/AAAAAAAACV4/eJJYBQLIMa0/s400/1st_birthday050.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SproP_oFFLI/AAAAAAAACVw/5t1Gm--XjvA/s1600-h/1st_birthday003.JPG"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375864466695328946" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SproP_oFFLI/AAAAAAAACVw/5t1Gm--XjvA/s400/1st_birthday003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so proud to say I have a father-in-law who loves the Lord and wants his family to grow up in church. He stands up every time he gets a chance to and tells everyone in the church how blessed a life he has led. He is a Vietnam War Veteran and proud American. We tease him a lot because he messes his words up sometimes, but he always puts a smile on our faces. Sometimes he says he isn't very smart, but he knows more about politics and economics than any person I know. He can build or fix anything. And he loves his family. Besides the fact that he is a Cardinal and Jeff Gordan fan, he is about as good as they come. He is my husband's role model and best friend. I am so thankful that he taught my husband how to be a good man and wonderful husband and father. I have no fear of the future because I know he loves and respects his dad more than anyone else in this world. And his dad taught him about integrity and honesty. Bob is a man I am so blessed to know and have in my life. So, Happy 60th Birthday Papaw Bob! We love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644171234956436805-5092514381662053031?l=thewrightfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/feeds/5092514381662053031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644171234956436805&amp;postID=5092514381662053031' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/5092514381662053031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/5092514381662053031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-birthday-pappaw-bob.html' title='Happy Birthday Pappaw Bob!'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SgxdbElqroI/AAAAAAAACAc/izametAZyuE/S220/4_Wright_Rob_and_Em_4_x6_-_IMG_5331.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SpvhdxKITzI/AAAAAAAACX4/U6TZgcn1zcY/s72-c/IMG_3476.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644171234956436805.post-6510986336958483269</id><published>2009-08-28T15:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T16:23:37.008-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Just Couldn't Help Myself!</title><content type='html'>So, today I decided to take matters into my own hands. After all, I am their mother. I mean, we didn't have an appointment made and who knows when we could have gotten in. I couldn't stand it any longer. How hard could it be? Don't we all do it? In case you haven't figured it out, I am talking about haircuts. Yes, I did it.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375127036014248274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SphJj4Q6QVI/AAAAAAAACVQ/HMYlJf69a_Y/s400/IMG_3553.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drove to my moms house and stole her clippers. I just couldn't stand the boy's hair any longer. Everything started out great. Landon sat perfectly still and let me buzz away. I used the scissors on the top and he looked fine. He doesn't have much hair anyway, so it probably couldn't have gotten too messed up anyway. Then it was Peyton's turn. Poor boy, he didn't stand a chance. His hair is really fine and straight. We keep it longer on top because it can lay weird if it is too short. So, I didn't think about the fact that a #2 guard on his hair was too short for longer hair on top. By the time I was done trying to make it look okay I had to buzz it all off. Luckily I didn't get too crazy. I got it pretty even with a #8 guard on top. It isn't blended very well, but I think I salvaged what was left pretty well. I called Rachel to fix it tonight. So, at least when it grows out it won't look too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375127027178860210" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SphJjXWY7rI/AAAAAAAACVI/B7v06xlY4wg/s400/IMG_3552.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think I learned my lesson with Peyton? No way. Ethan needed the cut more than the other two. So, I went up to a #3 guard on him and started in. His cut went pretty well. It isn't even by any means, but with gel, you can't even tell. I am just going to wait and see. I keep telling myself that every mom does this once. Oh well, I am swallowing my pride and doing this post for the kids sake. They deserve to know what their mom put them through as little kids. The pictures don't look that bad. But, I promise Peyton's is uneven. It will need some work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SphJlLMVJlI/AAAAAAAACVo/qRknr0K1IHQ/s1600-h/IMG_3557.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375127058275182162" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SphJlLMVJlI/AAAAAAAACVo/qRknr0K1IHQ/s400/IMG_3557.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SphJkoFQZFI/AAAAAAAACVg/cKGvBIz8B6M/s1600-h/IMG_3556.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375127048850269266" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SphJkoFQZFI/AAAAAAAACVg/cKGvBIz8B6M/s400/IMG_3556.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SphJkWRP5GI/AAAAAAAACVY/vaRdTdbNio8/s1600-h/IMG_3554.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375127044068729954" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SphJkWRP5GI/AAAAAAAACVY/vaRdTdbNio8/s400/IMG_3554.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/6644171234956436805-6510986336958483269?l=thewrightfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/feeds/6510986336958483269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644171234956436805&amp;postID=6510986336958483269' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/6510986336958483269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/6510986336958483269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-just-couldnt-help-myself.html' title='I Just Couldn&apos;t Help Myself!'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SgxdbElqroI/AAAAAAAACAc/izametAZyuE/S220/4_Wright_Rob_and_Em_4_x6_-_IMG_5331.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SphJj4Q6QVI/AAAAAAAACVQ/HMYlJf69a_Y/s72-c/IMG_3553.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644171234956436805.post-6273085583089550657</id><published>2009-08-26T20:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T20:20:04.947-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Know, I Know...</title><content type='html'>it has been way too long since I did a post.  I promise I am working on it.  Things have been really crazy around here and I have let it slip by.  I promise in the next day or so I will have a fresh new update for everyone to read.  Keep us in your prayers.  Nothing too big, just a lot of little things weighing me down right now.  Don't worry, nobody panic!  Just keep us in your prayers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644171234956436805-6273085583089550657?l=thewrightfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/feeds/6273085583089550657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644171234956436805&amp;postID=6273085583089550657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/6273085583089550657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/6273085583089550657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-know-i-know.html' title='I Know, I Know...'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SgxdbElqroI/AAAAAAAACAc/izametAZyuE/S220/4_Wright_Rob_and_Em_4_x6_-_IMG_5331.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644171234956436805.post-7827376529314101350</id><published>2009-07-27T21:58:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T22:31:11.601-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Friends...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/Sm5tqEQV9xI/AAAAAAAACUg/RDwuticULgk/s1600-h/IMG_3529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363344775709062930" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/Sm5tqEQV9xI/AAAAAAAACUg/RDwuticULgk/s400/IMG_3529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was an exciting evening. Danny and Rebecca and two of their three kids came by to visit. They have a boy named Danny Jr. who didn't get to visit. Sorry buddy! Maybe next time! Sydney and Izabella are their two daughters. I have to say, Sydney and Sydney are definitely kindred spirits. They hit it off from the very beginning and as you can see...&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363344761294606210" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/Sm5tpOjqz4I/AAAAAAAACUQ/lu1Dmn2oZ8w/s400/IMG_3533.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;by the end of the visit my Sydney had on most of their Sydney's clothes. It was really funny to see how much Syd loved playing with an older girl. Sydney, you are welcome to come babysit any time! We can't wait for you to come back. There was one incident however, Their Sydney was playing back the hallway with a few of the kids when she brought Landon to me.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363344784269810434" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/Sm5tqkJYmwI/AAAAAAAACUw/f9Ai-IntNgA/s400/IMG_3524.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He was covered in blood! That is no exaggeration. It was literally dripping from his chin. She said he ran into the wall. He was completely oblivious to the fact that he was injured. Not a tear or concern. I couldn't believe that he didn't hurt at all. He was more interested in the red stuff all over his hand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363344781985733602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/Sm5tqbo0W-I/AAAAAAAACUo/YTM4pLMUxCg/s400/IMG_3527.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We teased Sydney that we weren't going to let her come back since she hurt the kids. I can't believe we haven't had a broken bone or stitches yet as rough as they are. Even if Sydney did hurt Landon (which she didn't) we got even wit them before they left. Izabella is 10 weeks old. They put her into the car seat to go and Danny left her on the floor. He was looking for her little green froggy thing when he looked over and my kids were trying to see if her eyes and nose came off like Mr. Potato Head's does. She was a good sport and didn't cry. Oh yeah, Peyton and Danny were two peas in a pod as well! &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363347165039237954" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/Sm5v1JNDG0I/AAAAAAAACVA/dJAzadtVWOo/s400/IMG_3530.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They had to leave way too soon and Rob is already crying the blues because Bookem is gone. We are hopefully going to make a trip out there next summer. Danny will be deployed to Qatar in the Middle East in October to serve this great country. Keep him in your prayers! We had fun and can't wait to see you all again! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. Sydney, you are a great big sister and my Sydney really loved playing with you. She hasn't ever had so much fun with someone. You have a special way with my kids. I can't wait for you to visit again! &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/6644171234956436805-7827376529314101350?l=thewrightfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/feeds/7827376529314101350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644171234956436805&amp;postID=7827376529314101350' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/7827376529314101350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/7827376529314101350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/2009/07/old-friends.html' title='Old Friends...'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SgxdbElqroI/AAAAAAAACAc/izametAZyuE/S220/4_Wright_Rob_and_Em_4_x6_-_IMG_5331.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/Sm5tqEQV9xI/AAAAAAAACUg/RDwuticULgk/s72-c/IMG_3529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644171234956436805.post-1992041660669978671</id><published>2009-07-22T20:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T21:01:14.986-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Elephants on the blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Okay, I've never been one to ignore the big elephant in the room, so I am going to just say it.  I know lots of you think badly of me for taking video while I was driving.  Come on, be honest.  The silence after I posted that was obvious.  Actually, I did think about that before I posted it.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So, here goes my explanation.  I know most of you have a video camera of some kind.  Ours happens to have a little screen that comes out and can be turned in different directions.  There was only one time I taped while I was going at a normal speed and it was obviously a straight interstate.  All I did was open the screen and push the record button.  I held the camera backwards and hoped I got all the kids in the shot.  I never took both hands off the wheel or looked back.  Besides, it wasn't any more dangerous than texting while driving, (which I don't do), and certainly wasn't anymore involved than eating while driving which I know we all do.  So, I just wanted to clear the air and give my explanation.  I am sorry if I upset anyone, but I don't think I did anything life threatening to my kids.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now to the fun (not so much) stuff.  So, I didn't do anymore video diary because the trip was less than joyful.  I think I was too positive about the trip.  In a nutshell, it was awful and stressful and dangerous and depressing.  No parent wants to believe that their kids are brats.  But, mine are right now.  They were awful.  If I had the energy to think of a better word I would.  I can't even put it into words.  By last night I was so upset I had to shed a couple tears.  Just as I begin to embrace my life of having quintuplets, they do something like this.  They made me look at what our future holds and just how bad it can be.  I was ready to take the next step into becoming little kids.  Instead, they opened my eyes to just how little we still can do.  When your kids absolutely will not listen to you it just isn't safe to do anything.  I don't have the hands or ability to corral five kids who are wild.  Someone is going to get hurt and no amount of adventure is worth that.  We are just blessed that God held my kids hands as they chose to run out in the parking lot, stand at the highest point in the playground equipment and choose NOT to jump, pull on Happy dog's ears and body until he bit them.  The list goes on and on.  Seriously, the kids were so bad that in all reality they should have been kidnapped or hurt.  God watched over every second of our trip.  That is the only way we made it home in one piece.  There are very few pictures and just a little video.  Not much worth capturing on this trip.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know, they are still only 2 1/2.  I know things will get better.  I know we are blessed that they are healthy.  I know we should be digging the positive out of all situations.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;BUT, right now I want to be grouchy.  Tomorrow I will be positive and give you the positive part of the vacation.  I just need my own bed and pillow to think about what that could possibly be.  Until tomorrow...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Good Night!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644171234956436805-1992041660669978671?l=thewrightfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/feeds/1992041660669978671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644171234956436805&amp;postID=1992041660669978671' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/1992041660669978671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/1992041660669978671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/2009/07/elephants-on-blog.html' title='Elephants on the blog'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SgxdbElqroI/AAAAAAAACAc/izametAZyuE/S220/4_Wright_Rob_and_Em_4_x6_-_IMG_5331.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644171234956436805.post-6614901191465858882</id><published>2009-07-20T07:20:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T10:38:12.973-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation #2</title><content type='html'>Late yesterday morning the kids and I loaded up and headed for Rising Sun, IN. Before the trip began I was filled with emotions. Excitement to see my best friend again, fear for what could unfold, dreading the drive, worry for the kids safety during all the days events, hopeful for all the new things we were going to experience, and terrified of how to get the kids to sleep without beds. I have been packing and preparing for a trip that has potential to be a huge success. However, it has just as much potential to be a disaster. So, hold onto your hats everyone, I am bringing you along for the ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So, as you can see, the trip was less than smooth. We are all here and safe. The first part of the drive was a little stressful. We strategically place the kids in the van for long trips. Ethan has to sit in the front because he can't keep his hands to himself. Landon has to sit in front because the other kids take his blankies and he SCREAMS. Jenna has to sit in the middle because Syd and Peyton get a little too wild and usually start biting each others toes until one chomps down too hard. Sydney has started taking her seat belt off. Before we left I duck taped the top strap. You can see in the video that it didn't stop her long. She just pushed it down and pulled her arms out. I am going to buy some buttons and sew them on the straps so the plastic thing won't slide down. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;You all saw the horrendous traffic backed up for miles. We went a total of 7 miles in 1 hr 10 min. It was awful. Thank God for Veggie Tales. The kids did wonderful. I, on the other hand, didn't do so well. Anyone who knows me knows that I don't use public bathroom unless it is an emergency. I haven't ever been a person who has to go often. Usually when I wake up and maybe in the evening and before bed. Well, as our trip went from a 3 hour drive to 5, the two McDonald's large sweet teas started getting to me. After the traffic jam I was about 45 minutes from Chandra's house. I thought I could make it. We were about 20 minutes away when I was so nauseous i couldn't stand it anymore. Every bump was like having Ethan jump on my bladder. I had reached my breaking point. I found a road out in the middle of no where. I was too scared that someone would drive up or see me. So, I pushed the drivers seat back as far as it would do and pushed the steering wheel up. After laying baby wipes out everywhere so I didn't make a mess, I filled that McDonald's cup. Yep, the entire thing. I was petrified of being spotted and a nice passerby stopping to see if I needed any help. Thank you Lord for keeping me hidden. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360537553981679906" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SmR0gQY4KSI/AAAAAAAACUI/VUkbkszNtpM/s400/IMG_3488.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;We finally made it! Everything has been smooth sailing since then. The kids were really tired and went to sleep really fast. Unfortunately, the sun came up directly in the double sliding glass door. So, at 5:30 our time all three boys were bright eyed and bushy tailed. The girls followed soon there after because Ethan thought it was time for them to be up. Well, I will try to let you know how the day goes. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644171234956436805-6614901191465858882?l=thewrightfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=2a753aa74834a794&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/feeds/6614901191465858882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644171234956436805&amp;postID=6614901191465858882' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/6614901191465858882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/6614901191465858882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/2009/07/vacation-2.html' title='Vacation #2'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SgxdbElqroI/AAAAAAAACAc/izametAZyuE/S220/4_Wright_Rob_and_Em_4_x6_-_IMG_5331.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SmR0gQY4KSI/AAAAAAAACUI/VUkbkszNtpM/s72-c/IMG_3488.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644171234956436805.post-3456050438133805705</id><published>2009-07-11T20:07:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T20:12:19.334-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Few More...</title><content type='html'>Here a few more of the wonderful pictures Tanya took of the kids. Let me know what you think!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/Slk4Lb5dXZI/AAAAAAAACUA/1oxG6SCRlW0/s1600-h/Wright+IMG_6147+LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357375000852389266" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/Slk4Lb5dXZI/AAAAAAAACUA/1oxG6SCRlW0/s400/Wright+IMG_6147+LR.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/Slk4LLjWKNI/AAAAAAAACT4/AH6mxo8qblE/s1600-h/Wright+IMG_6133+LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357374996464675026" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/Slk4LLjWKNI/AAAAAAAACT4/AH6mxo8qblE/s400/Wright+IMG_6133+LR.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/Slk4DoE-HTI/AAAAAAAACTw/QE8ZWmD5gIc/s1600-h/Wright+IMG_6052+810+LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357374866682944818" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/Slk4DoE-HTI/AAAAAAAACTw/QE8ZWmD5gIc/s400/Wright+IMG_6052+810+LR.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/Slk4Deb5K8I/AAAAAAAACTo/sUuy-M5ceOI/s1600-h/Wright+IMG_5999+LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357374864094735298" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/Slk4Deb5K8I/AAAAAAAACTo/sUuy-M5ceOI/s400/Wright+IMG_5999+LR.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/Slk387q42rI/AAAAAAAACTg/njS3cW8_qAU/s1600-h/Wright+IMG_5980+810+LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357374751683173042" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/Slk387q42rI/AAAAAAAACTg/njS3cW8_qAU/s400/Wright+IMG_5980+810+LR.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/6644171234956436805-3456050438133805705?l=thewrightfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/feeds/3456050438133805705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644171234956436805&amp;postID=3456050438133805705' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/3456050438133805705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/3456050438133805705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/2009/07/few-more.html' title='A Few More...'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SgxdbElqroI/AAAAAAAACAc/izametAZyuE/S220/4_Wright_Rob_and_Em_4_x6_-_IMG_5331.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/Slk4Lb5dXZI/AAAAAAAACUA/1oxG6SCRlW0/s72-c/Wright+IMG_6147+LR.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644171234956436805.post-6823292575957853315</id><published>2009-07-08T21:51:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T23:00:33.785-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What Was I Thinking???</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I have been overcome with the desire to be normal. Not in an unhappy way, but in a way that has me looking back at my recent decisions and saying, "What was I thinking?" Do you ever do that? An example of this same desire that backfired on me is the &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/2008/12/bah-humbug.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Christmas Tree"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; post. I wanted to pretend that we were a normal family and have the dream Christmas I had always planned on having with my family. That was a big eye opener. Since then I have come to grips with my life and the new normal I have embraced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have no idea what has come over me. Rob and I went on vacation and now I am acting like I don't have five toddlers. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ex #1) The day after we got back from vacation we went over to my friend Jina's house to pick out a kitten. A KITTEN!!! Seriously? Not only did we pick out a kitten, we picked out TWO kittens! Seriously? What was I thinking? As if 5 kids weren't enough. Now I have 7 kids to worry about. They are the cutest little things. KiKi is the little dark one and she is just precious. Gray (how original) is the boy and he is really feisty. Now, our first approach was to tell the kids they couldn't touch the kitties. That didn't work. So, we have showed them the proper way to pick them up and hold them. Since then, we haven't been too successful at being gentle. I try to keep the kittens away from the kids, but that is impossible. Jenna and Syd are REALLY rough and just don't understand that they can really hurt them. The silly kittens just keep going back for more. You would think they would hide or run or something. Now we are faced with a decision of keeping them or giving them back. I really love KiKi, but I am stressed out because I am so worried the kids are going to kill them. Like I mentioned before, "What was I thinking?"&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356304621746535010" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SlVqrK_8OmI/AAAAAAAACTA/R3DDxDsZF4k/s400/IMG_3432.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356304611059783378" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SlVqqjMBVtI/AAAAAAAACS4/FxgV5VS4IkM/s400/IMG_3435.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356304627071057858" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SlVqre1Z_8I/AAAAAAAACTI/et3V_GhHBEk/s400/IMG_3370.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ex #2) Sunday evening Grandma and Grandpa Wright took Ethan and Sydney to spend the night. Aunt Mel and Uncle Shawn took Peyton and Landon. That left Jenna with mom and dad all to herself. Monday morning I went and got Landon and Peyton and went to Menard's. They played in the play area and then we walked by the fountains and everything was fun. I took them to McDonald's for lunch and we had a great morning. The day was going so well that I must have forgotten I had two other kids who would be coming home that evening because I made a crazy decision. I had the bright idea of painting my cabinets. Now, one may think that isn't a horrible idea. However, I had to sand them and prime them and tape and lay plastic and take the cabinets and all the hardware off. What was I thinking? I have 29 cabinets and 11 drawers. Now I am at the point of no return. I am exhausted and ready to be done. Tomorrow I will painting the drawers and cabinets and hopefully get all the painting finished. I have no idea what came over me that made me think it wouldn't be a big deal to paint. I think it will look great once it is done and I am glad it is getting done, but I was not thinking clearly when I made this decision.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356298767382341490" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SlVlWZyv53I/AAAAAAAACRw/WL7Bmh4y5Z8/s400/IMG_3458.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356298759701580034" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SlVlV9LgyQI/AAAAAAAACRo/6bH3G-C4fzk/s400/IMG_3459.JPG" /&gt; Besides my obvious lack of good decision making, things are going smooth here. We had an awesome week last week. The weather was wonderful. We played outside all week and discovered a new world. We learned about trees and leafs. We dug holes and played with sticks. We threw dirt and ran up and down the hill. We jumped and ran and rolled and crawled all over the yard. It was a week of exploration. We also took the kids on their first walk without a wagon or stroller. We put their harnesses on them and headed around the block. It was hilarious. The kids have no idea how to walk on a leash. They wouldn't go. As you can see, the boys struggled the most. Peyton was in lala land most of the time and wouldn't walk. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356299825306734786" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SlVmT-3lEMI/AAAAAAAACSw/OKfPbqs_-4I/s400/IMG_3436.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356299814920696738" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SlVmTYLWs6I/AAAAAAAACSo/y6Xl1TBJDdg/s400/IMG_3437.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356299806788725042" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SlVmS54iqTI/AAAAAAAACSg/2K3uqnGot3Q/s400/IMG_3439.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356299797465373954" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SlVmSXJrnQI/AAAAAAAACSY/KyKeLrjayBk/s400/IMG_3441.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356298793942541778" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SlVlX8vMZdI/AAAAAAAACSI/uZyfICAG1Nk/s400/IMG_3448.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356299792712183842" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SlVmSFcbsCI/AAAAAAAACSQ/zVC9d3QYo94/s400/IMG_3446.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356298784193709138" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SlVlXYa5BFI/AAAAAAAACSA/pmxhbgcCj_4/s400/IMG_3449.JPG" /&gt; Friday we decided to take the kids to Evansville to Show Carnival to get some new sandals for our picture session with Tanya that evening. The kids did great in Show Carnival and the workers there were top notch. We had all the help we needed and everything went smooth. A+ for Shoe Carnival. After that we went to Boston's for lunch. This was our first time taking the kids out to eat by ourselves. We were giddy with excitement as we were sitting in the booth eating. It went so well that I said to Rob while we were eating "Doesn't this excite you? Look at what we can finally do!" It was hilarious to see how the kids ate. Jenna ate an entire bowl of french onion dip and Syd ate an entire bowl of ranch dressing. Everyone behaved and no one fell out of their seat. It was a complete success and I am smiling just thinking about that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356298774767606578" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SlVlW1TiGzI/AAAAAAAACR4/8Ku7h7LUDtU/s400/IMG_3450.JPG" /&gt;So, things are great here in the Wright house. Everyone is healthy, happy, and loved. God has blessed us beyond measure.&lt;/em&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/6644171234956436805-6823292575957853315?l=thewrightfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/feeds/6823292575957853315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644171234956436805&amp;postID=6823292575957853315' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/6823292575957853315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/6823292575957853315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-was-i-thinking.html' title='What Was I Thinking???'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SgxdbElqroI/AAAAAAAACAc/izametAZyuE/S220/4_Wright_Rob_and_Em_4_x6_-_IMG_5331.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SlVqrK_8OmI/AAAAAAAACTA/R3DDxDsZF4k/s72-c/IMG_3432.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644171234956436805.post-6226478908462618212</id><published>2009-07-05T16:32:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T21:09:08.684-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sneak Peak!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Friday we drove to Petersburg so &lt;a href="http://thesiekmantriplets.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tanya&lt;/a&gt; could take our pictures. It was a perfect evening. She did a wonderful job. I only have those three pictures. I can't wait to see the rest. Tanya, you are a great friend and we are so blessed to have you in our lives. You never fail to answer your phone when I'm having a rough day. You are gifted on so many ways. Thanks for the photo shoot!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SlEcnjngY5I/AAAAAAAACRg/7TgNtbKXvf4/s1600-h/Wright+IMG_6122+LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355092897821647762" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SlEcnjngY5I/AAAAAAAACRg/7TgNtbKXvf4/s400/Wright+IMG_6122+LR.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One of the thousands of failed attempts to get them to walk holding hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SlEcna0QwyI/AAAAAAAACRY/zvG4ybpJyVE/s1600-h/Wright+IMG_6039+LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355092895459230498" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SlEcna0QwyI/AAAAAAAACRY/zvG4ybpJyVE/s400/Wright+IMG_6039+LR.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What can I say? I have beautiful babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SlEcnLCysGI/AAAAAAAACRQ/C8WFzXlvW68/s1600-h/Wright+IMG_5851+810+LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355092891225206882" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SlEcnLCysGI/AAAAAAAACRQ/C8WFzXlvW68/s400/Wright+IMG_5851+810+LR.jpg" /&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/6644171234956436805-6226478908462618212?l=thewrightfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/feeds/6226478908462618212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644171234956436805&amp;postID=6226478908462618212' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/6226478908462618212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/6226478908462618212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/2009/07/sneak-peak.html' title='Sneak Peak!'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SgxdbElqroI/AAAAAAAACAc/izametAZyuE/S220/4_Wright_Rob_and_Em_4_x6_-_IMG_5331.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SlEcnjngY5I/AAAAAAAACRg/7TgNtbKXvf4/s72-c/Wright+IMG_6122+LR.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644171234956436805.post-8394179278357153256</id><published>2009-06-27T13:51:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T14:40:55.697-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Us vs. Lizard</title><content type='html'>Wednesday evening we went and got Henna Tattoos. We knew it would rile the grandparents up. We were right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SkZuw8x-82I/AAAAAAAACRA/RJ14b066Uao/s1600-h/IMG_3418.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352086994404963170" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SkZuw8x-82I/AAAAAAAACRA/RJ14b066Uao/s400/IMG_3418.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SkZuwoAnjxI/AAAAAAAACQ4/rD3hLWyLK9k/s1600-h/IMG_3416.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352086988829200146" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SkZuwoAnjxI/AAAAAAAACQ4/rD3hLWyLK9k/s400/IMG_3416.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wednesday morning we met up with the Mowery's and Stan Mason. Cloey qualified for the world Bible quiz in Orlando. She is quizzing today, so say a little prayer for her. We hung out at the beach and had lots of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SkZuwIKiqlI/AAAAAAAACQw/AHaYMr_BXWs/s1600-h/IMG_3413.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352086980280887890" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SkZuwIKiqlI/AAAAAAAACQw/AHaYMr_BXWs/s400/IMG_3413.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (L to R) Christian, Connor, Cloey, Tracy, Kevin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SkZuRiLWq6I/AAAAAAAACQo/rzeDywktyGA/s1600-h/IMG_3429.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352086454687673250" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SkZuRiLWq6I/AAAAAAAACQo/rzeDywktyGA/s400/IMG_3429.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We were itching to get out of the house this morning. It is way too hot to play at the park. So we went to B's house and swam in his pool. The kids did great. Landon is scared to death of water. He wouldn't walk down from the van to the pool when we first got there. By the end he was the most brave out of all of them. He would walk down the steps and if we didn't watch him close he would have gone in over his head. I'm just glad he got in the water. Sydney and B go way back. This is the house we stayed at when the kids first came home and we had no where to go. B took to Syd from the very beginning. She has puked on him countless times. When B jumped in the pool he swam under water with goggles on and came up beside her. She was done with him after that. She didn't want in the water for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SkZuRR9X_rI/AAAAAAAACQg/hWV2thVaUJE/s1600-h/IMG_3427.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352086450334072498" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SkZuRR9X_rI/AAAAAAAACQg/hWV2thVaUJE/s400/IMG_3427.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SkZuRFKY_JI/AAAAAAAACQY/BTJ0BuXyjUY/s1600-h/IMG_3426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352086446899002514" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SkZuRFKY_JI/AAAAAAAACQY/BTJ0BuXyjUY/s400/IMG_3426.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jenna was working on her tan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SkZuQqz58sI/AAAAAAAACQQ/P8CNNwHn_vI/s1600-h/IMG_3425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352086439825371842" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SkZuQqz58sI/AAAAAAAACQQ/P8CNNwHn_vI/s400/IMG_3425.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Rob went and picked up McDonalds for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SkZtqbLE53I/AAAAAAAACQI/EHJqmG_BRk4/s1600-h/IMG_3423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352085782792562546" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SkZtqbLE53I/AAAAAAAACQI/EHJqmG_BRk4/s400/IMG_3423.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks Brett! We can't wait to come back and swim again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SkZtpwp514I/AAAAAAAACP4/wkgAJ2uWKt4/s1600-h/IMG_3418.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352085778693356818" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SkZtqL5v_RI/AAAAAAAACQA/RaZFC3HhjEE/s400/IMG_3419.JPG" /&gt; So, here is some video of us trying to catch the lizard. In the end we didn't get him. Oh well, at least we have something to laugh about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-518ddb7efbbecc32" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D518ddb7efbbecc32%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329890481%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D772AB37EB2A117478D6582112246DB54DF2532A9.2D031654395221BDD2B5898204826097D57C09E0%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D518ddb7efbbecc32%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DN9_0fxXZOo4jSug7r8gAxK07xj0&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D518ddb7efbbecc32%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329890481%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D772AB37EB2A117478D6582112246DB54DF2532A9.2D031654395221BDD2B5898204826097D57C09E0%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D518ddb7efbbecc32%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DN9_0fxXZOo4jSug7r8gAxK07xj0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&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/6644171234956436805-8394179278357153256?l=thewrightfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=518ddb7efbbecc32&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=f738e49dc7625643&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/feeds/8394179278357153256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644171234956436805&amp;postID=8394179278357153256' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/8394179278357153256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/8394179278357153256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/2009/06/us-vs-lizard.html' title='Us vs. Lizard'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SgxdbElqroI/AAAAAAAACAc/izametAZyuE/S220/4_Wright_Rob_and_Em_4_x6_-_IMG_5331.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SkZuw8x-82I/AAAAAAAACRA/RJ14b066Uao/s72-c/IMG_3418.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644171234956436805.post-4222260050768929803</id><published>2009-06-22T19:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T19:43:06.488-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SkAjLgXfzjI/AAAAAAAACJI/sIbh3_gzEII/s1600-h/IMG_3375.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350315037890170418" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SkAjLgXfzjI/AAAAAAAACJI/sIbh3_gzEII/s400/IMG_3375.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; Hello from Sunny HOT Cocoa Beach, FL!! We planned a semi-spontaneous trip to Florida. About a month ago I just decided I wanted to go somewhere. Friday afternoon, after lots of unexpected tears (from me) and hours of planning and packing, we started on our way. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;After a minor mishap, we finally got here Saturday afternoon. I found an awesome condo online that was right on the beach. I mailed our deposit and got the address of our place. When we finally got here we were at this big 5th floor apartment on the bay side of the island. Our immediate reaction is that we were deceived and were on the bay side and the place was horrible for what we had planned. We knocked and knocked. No answer. I called the guy 3 times. No answer. Now what? Anyone who knows Rob can imagine how he is acting now. He is extremely dramatic and the entire vacation is over at this time. Everything is ruined and I let this guy totally rip us off. Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you that he was already getting grouchy before we even got to the place because we like to never found the place. Even with GPS (thanks gram and pap).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; So, I decided to go to the address I mailed the deposit to and hopefully we would find the guy. Luckily the other address wasn’t too far from where we were. OOPS! I accidentally got the addresses mixed up. We were at the guy’s home and he was waiting for us at the condo. Which is AWESOME!! So, all that drama was for nothing. Rob was singing my praises after we figured out that we were in fact on the ocean side and ½ a block off the beach.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; Rob and I have had time to reconnect and remember how much we love each other. He has made a lasting impression. Yesterday we were in the water and Rob is continually telling me that we were too far out and too far away from other people. He is convinced we are going to be eaten by a shark. He has watched too much Discovery Channel. But I am flattered by his concern for my safety, or at least that is what I thought. Around 12:00 we were out in the water and suddenly something clamped down on my foot. It really hurt and I screamed. Then I looked around and Rob was already half way to the beach. He was going to make sure one of us made it back to the kids alive and it was going to be him. Luckily, the crab (I think) let go when I flailed about wildly. I got back to the beach and Rob was sitting in our beach chairs. I was bleeding, but it wasn’t anything too bad. He said we were lucky it wasn’t him because we wouldn’t be in Florida anymore if it had been him.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;At that point I was beginning to question his unconditional love for me. I mean, he has stuck it out so far through the good, bad, and ugly. However we hadn’t been confronted with anything life threatening thus far in our marriage. I had just assumed he would be the hero and come to my rescue if ever I needed him. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I put my concerns to the back of my head and went about the day. That evening we went out to dinner at an awesome seafood place called Milliken’s. We were back at the condo and snuggled up on the couch. That is when it happened… A medium sized lizard scampered across the room in front of us. Rob was immediately freaked out and his feet weren’t about to touch the ground. My first reaction to the situation was to get the video camera out and set it up to watch us in action trying to catch the thing. I was already laughing at him. He was a little too freaked out at that time to let me get the camera out yet. So, I emptied the bubble gum bucket we had and went to the corner of the room to try and catch it. Now, it was on the wall and I didn’t want to move too suddenly and scare it away. I was about a foot away from it and ready to catch him. Unfortunately, I hesitated for a split second and he got out. He ran down the wall and to the floor by Rob. He leaped up onto the couch and yelled. I did get scared at that time and ran into the kitchen. I still laugh out loud when I think about it. Now, that isn’t all. We got back on the couch and were watching TV again when he came back for more. This time we scared him behind the big mirror on the wall. I had to get the video camera out this time. We didn’t catch him, and he is still in the house, but I promise I will do my best to get our lizard hunt on tape. Rob won’t let me shut the lights off anymore because the lizard doesn’t come out except at night. So, we may not see him anymore.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; When we went to bed last night I was exhausted. I guess I started to fall asleep immediately because about 5 minutes after we laid down I screamed at the top of my lungs. I was dreaming about that stupid crab that bit me. I thought it was getting me again. I scared Rob to death. He hadn’t even started to fall asleep yet. I must have been really tired. So, I know this has been long, but we are having some crazy adventures here. I just had to share them with you. We will be heading home on Thursday and driving the entire way through. I love you babies!!! I miss you!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350315045526835058" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SkAjL80OD3I/AAAAAAAACJQ/82BXbAlyAis/s400/IMG_3395.JPG" /&gt;We went on a kayak tour and got to pet a manatee and see mangroves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SkAi43d2C2I/AAAAAAAACJA/Z_g43hty670/s1600-h/IMG_3391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350314717673294690" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SkAi43d2C2I/AAAAAAAACJA/Z_g43hty670/s400/IMG_3391.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SkAi4hh3J-I/AAAAAAAACI4/LNNnF6hJ3lU/s1600-h/IMG_3399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350314711784564706" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SkAi4hh3J-I/AAAAAAAACI4/LNNnF6hJ3lU/s400/IMG_3399.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SkAi4QCFSMI/AAAAAAAACIw/uf95UNs_RRM/s1600-h/IMG_3397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350314707087870146" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SkAi4QCFSMI/AAAAAAAACIw/uf95UNs_RRM/s400/IMG_3397.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Rob was the steerer of the kayak.  Thankfully we didn't tip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SkAi4L7HeoI/AAAAAAAACIo/5VVH4wwLvdg/s1600-h/IMG_3398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350314705984912002" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SkAi4L7HeoI/AAAAAAAACIo/5VVH4wwLvdg/s400/IMG_3398.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I loved the hat our guide let me wear.  At least I didn't fry in the 100+ degree weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SkAi38ynGMI/AAAAAAAACIg/eV6tkU5CBOQ/s1600-h/IMG_3387.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350314701922703554" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SkAi38ynGMI/AAAAAAAACIg/eV6tkU5CBOQ/s400/IMG_3387.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/6644171234956436805-4222260050768929803?l=thewrightfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/feeds/4222260050768929803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644171234956436805&amp;postID=4222260050768929803' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/4222260050768929803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/4222260050768929803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/2009/06/hello-from-sunny-hot-cocoa-beach-fl-we.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SgxdbElqroI/AAAAAAAACAc/izametAZyuE/S220/4_Wright_Rob_and_Em_4_x6_-_IMG_5331.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SkAjLgXfzjI/AAAAAAAACJI/sIbh3_gzEII/s72-c/IMG_3375.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644171234956436805.post-5383905041150034040</id><published>2009-06-11T21:56:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T22:22:35.566-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Okay, I apologize for leading everyone to believe I was going to post the other night. I promise I had the best intentions to. Anyway, we are busy, busy, busy. I am trying my best to get out and have fun this summer. Grandma and Grandpa Wright are taking the kids all the time to play. Here are a few pictures of Syd and Peytie playing in the mud. I think Peytie was having Dejavu smashing that brown poop like mud in his fingers. He didn't try to eat this though. I hope you enjoy the pictures. Sorry this is such a short post, but I promise I have something fun to post about in the next few days. We did something new today and the kids really surprised me. That will leave you all hanging I know. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SjHIUj5L15I/AAAAAAAACIY/UQ1eHgMUP3c/s1600-h/DSCF0073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346274488223520658" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SjHIUj5L15I/AAAAAAAACIY/UQ1eHgMUP3c/s400/DSCF0073.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When are we going to start moving!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SjHIUT3oFUI/AAAAAAAACIQ/dtc7FoCA3co/s1600-h/DSCF0076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346274483922015554" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SjHIUT3oFUI/AAAAAAAACIQ/dtc7FoCA3co/s400/DSCF0076.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Another group picture after church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SjHIUBhtBmI/AAAAAAAACII/jSf0lnr06yE/s1600-h/DSCF0072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346274478998226530" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SjHIUBhtBmI/AAAAAAAACII/jSf0lnr06yE/s400/DSCF0072.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; No, grandpa is NOT mowing.  He is taking the kids for a ride.  They are being watched VERY carefully and I feel they are safe.  FYI, before you leave a bad comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SjHIT33zM_I/AAAAAAAACIA/yj2V0w4UpJQ/s1600-h/DSCF0062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346274476406551538" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SjHIT33zM_I/AAAAAAAACIA/yj2V0w4UpJQ/s400/DSCF0062.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;               Pappa, are these the weeds??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SjHITkcEEkI/AAAAAAAACH4/z2fgYtanzHE/s1600-h/DSCF0056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346274471189942850" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SjHITkcEEkI/AAAAAAAACH4/z2fgYtanzHE/s400/DSCF0056.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Peytie loves Pepper Dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SjHHUe-RgGI/AAAAAAAACHo/sch1okMKB6Y/s1600-h/DSCF0047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346273387391058018" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SjHHUe-RgGI/AAAAAAAACHo/sch1okMKB6Y/s400/DSCF0047.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I hate Sharing!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SjHHT-Ea9CI/AAAAAAAACHg/u3Y7HrG49pk/s1600-h/DSCF0046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346273378558473250" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SjHHT-Ea9CI/AAAAAAAACHg/u3Y7HrG49pk/s400/DSCF0046.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This one is just like Pappa's tractor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SjHHTlmSp0I/AAAAAAAACHY/VwuSQqLmksk/s1600-h/DSCF0039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346273371989649218" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SjHHTlmSp0I/AAAAAAAACHY/VwuSQqLmksk/s400/DSCF0039.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346272031390469666" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SjHGFjeijiI/AAAAAAAACGo/DzsTrSWNEFI/s400/DSCF0015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;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/6644171234956436805-5383905041150034040?l=thewrightfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/feeds/5383905041150034040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644171234956436805&amp;postID=5383905041150034040' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/5383905041150034040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/5383905041150034040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/2009/06/finally.html' title='Finally...'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SgxdbElqroI/AAAAAAAACAc/izametAZyuE/S220/4_Wright_Rob_and_Em_4_x6_-_IMG_5331.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SjHIUj5L15I/AAAAAAAACIY/UQ1eHgMUP3c/s72-c/DSCF0073.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644171234956436805.post-2980941803717801428</id><published>2009-06-08T14:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T14:36:55.087-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Post Is Coming!</title><content type='html'>Hi everyone!  I know I have been slacking on the posts lately.  We have been extremely busy.  I promise I am working on a post this evening and will have it up sometime tonight.  Until then, I want to report that last week I took the week off on my WMP.  For the record, I don't advise to do that.  I didn't feel that great all week because I didn't talk my vitamin or anything.  I haven't weighed since the last time.  But, I started again today and will let you all know in a week how I am doing.  Janet is doing great.  She was sick last week and couldn't do the WMP for a few days.  Last I heard she had lost 29lbs.  That was last Tuesday I think.  Anyway, just wanted to let everyone know that I have some fun stuff to share tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644171234956436805-2980941803717801428?l=thewrightfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/feeds/2980941803717801428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644171234956436805&amp;postID=2980941803717801428' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/2980941803717801428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/2980941803717801428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/2009/06/post-is-coming.html' title='A Post Is Coming!'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SgxdbElqroI/AAAAAAAACAc/izametAZyuE/S220/4_Wright_Rob_and_Em_4_x6_-_IMG_5331.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644171234956436805.post-1067554890694683651</id><published>2009-05-28T13:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T22:04:48.324-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weight Loss Update...</title><content type='html'>OK...things are changing very fast.  First off, I want to congratulate Janet on her amazing weight loss of 23lbs as of today.  She has been on the program for 19 days.  I have been on the program for 15 days and lost 5 lbs total.  I have to admit, I didn't have a very strong weekend.  I'm sure I could have lost another pound if I had stayed strong over the weekend.  Anyway, the great news, I know of over 20 people in this area doing this program and we still have 100% success.  AMAZING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here is the deal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been given an opportunity to help my family in an amazing way.  Rob is barely hanging in there at work with the bad economy.  He is also going to school to get his degree so we have a prayer at supporting our little munchkins in the future.  I  have found a company that is exploding and been given the opportunity to rise up quickly.  It is like finding that break that never seems to come our way.  I am so excited.  I want to get everyone involved so we all can be blessed.  Everything is growing so quickly we are having to make sure the people we take on with us are compatible.  I'm telling you right now, if you are interested you must contact me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a stay at home mom of quintuplets and I am doing this.  I am also doing my jewelry business, blogging as much as I can, going to the gym, and taking care of my family.  Don't let assumptions stop you from checking this out.  You won't regret it.  I promise!  Email me: thewrightfive@hotmail.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644171234956436805-1067554890694683651?l=thewrightfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/feeds/1067554890694683651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644171234956436805&amp;postID=1067554890694683651' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/1067554890694683651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/1067554890694683651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/2009/05/weight-loss-update.html' title='Weight Loss Update...'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SgxdbElqroI/AAAAAAAACAc/izametAZyuE/S220/4_Wright_Rob_and_Em_4_x6_-_IMG_5331.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644171234956436805.post-6619545410952377183</id><published>2009-05-27T20:45:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T21:48:05.438-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Memorial Weekend Rundown...</title><content type='html'>The kids got up Friday morning ready to party the entire weekend! They had their happy faces on, as you can see, and were eager to get started. Before the festivities began we went outside to play in the yard for a bit. It was muggy and hot so I had an idea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/Sh35KNpb_0I/AAAAAAAACGc/x2cJnH5Ozus/s1600-h/IMG_3328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340698686988746562" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/Sh35KNpb_0I/AAAAAAAACGc/x2cJnH5Ozus/s400/IMG_3328.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/Sh35J0gaICI/AAAAAAAACGU/mq3v5MYbNlk/s1600-h/IMG_3330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340698680239988770" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/Sh35J0gaICI/AAAAAAAACGU/mq3v5MYbNlk/s400/IMG_3330.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We walked around the front of the house and I ushered them into the screened area of the carport. I opened the door to the house so they could go in and out as they please. Rob's truck was pulled in the carport part-way, and I decided to T the van up to it to block the kids in. Everything was going perfectly for about 30 seconds. I was inching the van up ever so slowly and checking every time I let off the brake so I could get as close to the truck as possible. That way they couldn't fit their skinny little bodies through. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the sudden I hear screaming while I am inside the van. I looked over and Peyton was holding onto the edge of the door with the hinges. Ethan was slamming the door over and over again while Peyton was screaming in pain. I leaped out of the van and ran to the rescue. Poor guy, I thought his knuckles and fingers might be broken. He cried for a really long time. Peyton usually doesn't waste much time recovering, but his hand was really hurt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My anger went from 0 to 100 instantly. I showed Ethan what he did, spanked his butt and put him in bed. Some of you may think I was hard on him, but anyone who is around us much knows Ethan. He has been scolded a million times and put in time-out and spanked and put in bed countless times for messing with the doors. He will not listen. It drives me NUTS!!! He won't leave any door alone. The basement door, bedroom doors, folding closet doors, storm doors, outside shed doors, the main locking doors. He is infatuated with opening and closing doors. He is so used to getting in trouble for it that when he hears me yell his name, yes I yell, he runs to the time-out spot and sits down. Now, if he knows the punishment, he understands that he isn't supposed to mess with the doors. Any suggestions??? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once I got the van moved I got out the sidewalk chalk and riding toys and the kids had a great time out of the sun. It was a new fun thing for the kids to do. During their nap I got their pool out and filled it with water. I wasn't sure how it would go because last year they hated everything about pools and water. I was so relieved when they got in and started playing. Landon isn't a fan of the water at all, but he sat long enough to get a group picture. They swam from 3:00pm to 6:30pm. It was so neat to see the change in them from last year. They are growing up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/Sh346zO19sI/AAAAAAAACGM/6Y19iWubC8g/s1600-h/IMG_3333.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340698422199842498" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/Sh346zO19sI/AAAAAAAACGM/6Y19iWubC8g/s400/IMG_3333.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/Sh346mLxQKI/AAAAAAAACGE/6FjUZH2kAdQ/s1600-h/IMG_3335.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340698418697289890" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/Sh346mLxQKI/AAAAAAAACGE/6FjUZH2kAdQ/s400/IMG_3335.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/Sh346aj7KnI/AAAAAAAACF8/9ZeKaiQXvig/s1600-h/IMG_3338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340698415577377394" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/Sh346aj7KnI/AAAAAAAACF8/9ZeKaiQXvig/s400/IMG_3338.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/Sh345z8A9WI/AAAAAAAACF0/c_SLAWK-K4Q/s1600-h/IMG_3340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340698405209437538" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/Sh345z8A9WI/AAAAAAAACF0/c_SLAWK-K4Q/s400/IMG_3340.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Saturday we got up and put the kids straight in the van. We took the kids up to Rob's parent's camp site at Patoka Lake. We hadn't ever taken the kids up there and I was really nervous about it. There was so much for the kids to get into. It was going to be a lot of work. After packing the entire house it seemed, we were on our way. We weren't there more than 15 minutes and we had to give Ethan a bath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/Sh345mp1bQI/AAAAAAAACFs/2Tz9qROuuos/s1600-h/IMG_3342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340698401643523330" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/Sh345mp1bQI/AAAAAAAACFs/2Tz9qROuuos/s400/IMG_3342.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bob and Esther have a slope they decorated with rocks and mulch. They have a fountain hooked up so water runs down the rocks and into this 2' by 2' little pond thing. Now, due to the kids birth and all the busyness of the past two years, the pond hadn't been ran or cleaned out. So, it was full of old, nasty, moldy, stagnant water. Ethan was walking down the slope and was completely oblivious to the pond at the bottom. He stepped right into it and fell in to his chest. He had no idea!! That is the cute part, it wasn't like he was being mischievous and putting his feet in, he had no clue it was there. You know when you are walking down steps and think you are at the bottom and you have another step to go. When you take that step you think you are falling. I can imagine that is what Ethan felt like. He wasn't a very happy camper, literally! Oh well, we gave him a quick bath and I washed his clothes and hung them out to dry. Luckily, I had packed a change for all of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/Sh34bvXczZI/AAAAAAAACFk/pHkJ3T_XwRs/s1600-h/IMG_3344.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340697888586255762" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/Sh34bvXczZI/AAAAAAAACFk/pHkJ3T_XwRs/s400/IMG_3344.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Not 5 minutes later I had to change Sydney. She had found the one railroad tie out of about 100 and sat in the one small spot that tar had seeped out of. I had to throw her outfit away and quickly decided to strip them all down to their diapers. At the rate we were going I was going to be out of clothes in about 15 more minutes. Since I took their clothes off I had to put sun block on them. That ended up being a catastrophe. They rubbed their hands all over and got it in their eyes. That stuff is really painful when you get it in your eyes. We had well over an hour of crying from that ordeal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/Sh34bQ56iHI/AAAAAAAACFc/qYKbA1NF6rc/s1600-h/IMG_3346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340697880409311346" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/Sh34bQ56iHI/AAAAAAAACFc/qYKbA1NF6rc/s400/IMG_3346.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We went up to the swimming pool after lunch and the kids had their very first experience in a big pool. We had floats for them to sit in. They all threw a fit initially. The water was pretty cold and they weren't to fond of that. Landon lost his mind! I felt bad for him so he got to go sit with Papaw. The rest got used to the water and by the end Ethan, Syd, Peytie, and Jenna all were jumping into the water to me from the side of the pool. The shallow end was only up to their shoulders so they could walk around some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/Sh34awEsbHI/AAAAAAAACFU/p898MwV5Pz0/s1600-h/IMG_3351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340697871596153970" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/Sh34awEsbHI/AAAAAAAACFU/p898MwV5Pz0/s400/IMG_3351.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Once we got back to the camp site things quickly started unraveling. They wanted to climb up and down off the deck and walk around. They were falling and getting hurt every 5 sec. I think I was more stressed than the kids were, but I didn't feel like finding an ER to go have stitches put in someones head. Finally I couldn't take the stress anymore and we packed up and left. The kids were out immediately. We put them straight in bed when we got home and they didn't make a sound all night.  We had a good time.  The kids had a ball.  Moms just worry too much sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/Sh34aSf-9eI/AAAAAAAACFM/CwShC9jZaB0/s1600-h/IMG_3352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340697863657551330" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/Sh34aSf-9eI/AAAAAAAACFM/CwShC9jZaB0/s400/IMG_3352.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/Sh34aNANJmI/AAAAAAAACFE/4bD1TxWR_Vk/s1600-h/IMG_3354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340697862182086242" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/Sh34aNANJmI/AAAAAAAACFE/4bD1TxWR_Vk/s400/IMG_3354.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday morning we had to give the kids baths since they hadn't gotten one from the previous day. Landon was covered from head to toe in a red rash. Especially his head. It was little bitty bumps all over. They itched too. Jenna woke up and her face was swollen and had big bright red patches on them. I thought they might have had a reaction to the sun block. Jenna's cleared up after a day of benadryl. Landon is still covered with his rash. It isn't red anymore, but it isn't going away. I guess I'll see how it does over the weekend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That wasn't all we did, but I'm tired of typing. I will finish tomorrow. Tomorrow I am weighing in and we will see how I have done. I will give you something to look forward too. Janet has weighed in too and we will see if her week 2 was as big as week 1. You know, on the Biggest Loser week 2 is always a bad week. We will see...&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/6644171234956436805-6619545410952377183?l=thewrightfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/feeds/6619545410952377183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644171234956436805&amp;postID=6619545410952377183' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/6619545410952377183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/6619545410952377183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/2009/05/memorial-weekend-rundown.html' title='Memorial Weekend Rundown...'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SgxdbElqroI/AAAAAAAACAc/izametAZyuE/S220/4_Wright_Rob_and_Em_4_x6_-_IMG_5331.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/Sh35KNpb_0I/AAAAAAAACGc/x2cJnH5Ozus/s72-c/IMG_3328.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644171234956436805.post-789267435548739986</id><published>2009-05-21T14:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T14:30:18.212-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One Week In...</title><content type='html'>Well, I finished my first week on my weight managment program.  I weighted in at 144.5.  3.5 lbs.  That isn't bad for one week.  Janet however, blew me out of the water and lost a whopping 10 lbs.  Way to go Janet!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644171234956436805-789267435548739986?l=thewrightfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/feeds/789267435548739986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644171234956436805&amp;postID=789267435548739986' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/789267435548739986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/789267435548739986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/2009/05/one-week-in.html' title='One Week In...'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SgxdbElqroI/AAAAAAAACAc/izametAZyuE/S220/4_Wright_Rob_and_Em_4_x6_-_IMG_5331.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644171234956436805.post-1578920436023140987</id><published>2009-05-16T20:01:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T21:00:51.409-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This One's A Long One...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;To continue from where I left off last, this is what Peyton looked like this morning. It has only been two days since we changed his wardrobe. I may not have a week after all. He had one arm out the top and both his legs out one leg hole. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 258px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336605991158293970" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/Sg9u39k2JdI/AAAAAAAACE8/_56kj2tbug8/s400/IMG_3305.JPG" /&gt;Yesterday we decided to take them to DQ after dinner for their first ever ice cream cone. Yes, they are 2 1/4 years old and never had an ice cream cone. What a crime!! They loved them! Landon refused to eat the cone, but Jenna had no problem devouring hers. She did it all by herself. That girl will eat anything, as long as it is sweet and unhealthy. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336605489934899730" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/Sg9uayX4GhI/AAAAAAAACE0/Iu9OGJOFAfw/s400/IMG_1263.JPG" /&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336605486456615410" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/Sg9ualalsfI/AAAAAAAACEs/q7O5oCcIUIA/s400/IMG_1266.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336605488469280658" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/Sg9uas6ch5I/AAAAAAAACEk/wUxN0ZU7vbY/s400/IMG_1268.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336605484858576338" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/Sg9uafdljdI/AAAAAAAACEc/0gkP_p7LUPM/s400/IMG_1269.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336605479160053938" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/Sg9uaKO9ALI/AAAAAAAACEU/0D-5AujKWVc/s400/IMG_1271.JPG" /&gt; HAPPY BIRTHDAY Brayden, Gabi, Addison, Micah, &amp;amp; Ariel! (left to right in picture I think)&lt;br /&gt;Mel and I took the kids to Indy today to celebrate the Chan's 1st birthday. What a milestone! That is when everything starts getting better. Their kids are beautiful! We had a group picture taken before we left. I loved the Cat In The Hat theme. I think that is what I want to do next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&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;em&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 237px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336604568792580482" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/Sg9tlK2bwYI/AAAAAAAACEM/EoZYOVxbpLw/s400/IMG_3307.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336604562626901938" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/Sg9tkz4a97I/AAAAAAAACEE/Ou8PAIbyK1E/s400/IMG_1325.JPG" /&gt; They had a lady there who did face paint and balloon figures. Sydney and Peyton were all about the paint. Landon wouldn't let her get any closer than his leg. Peyton wasn't so sure about the Colts symbol we had put on his hand, but he finally came around to the idea of being the future QB. You can see that my enthusiasm clearly makes up for Peyton's lack there of. Jenna's favorite part was the balloons that she could wear as a hat. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336603196717212338" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/Sg9sVTeLIrI/AAAAAAAACD8/nghhBhV3Xg8/s400/IMG_1301.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336603195734334082" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/Sg9sVPz1moI/AAAAAAAACD0/AyvmAkcTRrM/s400/IMG_1305.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336603194755636994" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/Sg9sVMKf3wI/AAAAAAAACDs/joD8W816o1E/s400/IMG_1307.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336603190739500578" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/Sg9sU9M-fiI/AAAAAAAACDk/GF-EAPM5Das/s400/IMG_1315.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336603146320453138" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/Sg9sSXupnhI/AAAAAAAACDc/OPfPpjRlFAY/s400/IMG_1317.JPG" /&gt; None of them slept at all on the way there, so you can imagine how tired they were once we got on the road home. They were asleep in about 10 min. Unfortunately, that only lasted about 30min. Yep, they all woke up really soon and to my surprise, were fairly happy. Sydney and Peyton played a friendly game of "Eat My Toes". Until Syd chomped down a little too hard.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336602072433975042" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/Sg9rT3MKXwI/AAAAAAAACDU/f5TSjzMBTYo/s400/IMG_1337.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336602070923863474" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/Sg9rTxkH5bI/AAAAAAAACDM/6qzeMG-hfNk/s400/IMG_1339.JPG" /&gt;I figured they would be really tired and grouchy once we got home and settled. So, I planned on putting them to bed at 7:00 instead of the usual 7:30. However, they were unusually playful and giddy. We played for an hour and a half with no fighting or crying. That NEVER happens! As you can see, they were all smiles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/Sg9px6U2ShI/AAAAAAAACCs/P9vcwQJiKNw/s1600-h/IMG_3325.JPG"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336600389648534034" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/Sg9px6U2ShI/AAAAAAAACCs/P9vcwQJiKNw/s400/IMG_3325.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336600152997450050" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/Sg9pkIu1UUI/AAAAAAAACCk/cJVZJqGnC7Q/s400/IMG_3317.JPG" /&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 356px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336600708929375746" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/Sg9qEfvVTgI/AAAAAAAACC0/PnklaMV5Mxc/s400/IMG_3318.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/Sg9pj3euu3I/AAAAAAAACCU/PBe-ypLBoxk/s1600-h/IMG_3319.JPG"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336600148366506866" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/Sg9pj3euu3I/AAAAAAAACCU/PBe-ypLBoxk/s400/IMG_3319.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/Sg9pjpgEJwI/AAAAAAAACCM/3W06fCFcaro/s1600-h/IMG_3321.JPG"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336600144614008578" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/Sg9pjpgEJwI/AAAAAAAACCM/3W06fCFcaro/s400/IMG_3321.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/Sg9pjh9z-rI/AAAAAAAACCE/WkMSGTPNGnw/s1600-h/IMG_3327.JPG"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336600142591294130" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/Sg9pjh9z-rI/AAAAAAAACCE/WkMSGTPNGnw/s400/IMG_3327.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; Thank you Lord for this Great Day!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644171234956436805-1578920436023140987?l=thewrightfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/feeds/1578920436023140987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644171234956436805&amp;postID=1578920436023140987' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/1578920436023140987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/1578920436023140987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/2009/05/this-ones-long-one.html' title='This One&apos;s A Long One...'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SgxdbElqroI/AAAAAAAACAc/izametAZyuE/S220/4_Wright_Rob_and_Em_4_x6_-_IMG_5331.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/Sg9u39k2JdI/AAAAAAAACE8/_56kj2tbug8/s72-c/IMG_3305.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644171234956436805.post-4091237418711989921</id><published>2009-05-15T13:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T13:27:57.684-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Poop Party!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, I thought I had finally figured out how to keep Peyton in his diaper. It turns out that he is smarter than I am. I put him in a one piece crotch button outfit to sleep in every night. On top of that, I duck tape his diaper on. Well, yesterday morning I went in to get them up and this is what I found.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336119015121682146" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/Sg2z-OeI_uI/AAAAAAAACBc/ot8wf4apmSc/s400/IMG_3300.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/Sg2uqL9ZvxI/AAAAAAAACBM/kAETECeWmtU/s1600-h/IMG_3302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336113173291974418" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/Sg2uqL9ZvxI/AAAAAAAACBM/kAETECeWmtU/s400/IMG_3302.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/Sg2up071YzI/AAAAAAAACBE/RDF-wvnITLw/s1600-h/IMG_3301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336113167111381810" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/Sg2up071YzI/AAAAAAAACBE/RDF-wvnITLw/s400/IMG_3301.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; Yes, it smelled as bad as it looks. I had to leave him in there until I got the other kids fed and cleaned up. I put him in the tub and scrubbed him with a bar of soap. I didn't use the baby soap, I used the real stuff. When I got him out and dressed I smelled his hands and he still smelled like poop. It was so gross. The smell has worn off now and we are taking a different approach to keep his diaper on. We cut the arms and one leg out of his sleepers. That zipped up backwards kept his morning poop in the diaper. Yes!! That should give me about a week before I have to come up with something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336113175513409410" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/Sg2uqUPCJ4I/AAAAAAAACBU/jNK5rSQ8Ut4/s400/IMG_3304.JPG" /&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/6644171234956436805-4091237418711989921?l=thewrightfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/feeds/4091237418711989921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644171234956436805&amp;postID=4091237418711989921' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/4091237418711989921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/4091237418711989921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/2009/05/another-poop-party.html' title='Another Poop Party!'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SgxdbElqroI/AAAAAAAACAc/izametAZyuE/S220/4_Wright_Rob_and_Em_4_x6_-_IMG_5331.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/Sg2z-OeI_uI/AAAAAAAACBc/ot8wf4apmSc/s72-c/IMG_3300.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644171234956436805.post-3862326594921028129</id><published>2009-05-14T12:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T12:31:44.028-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a start...</title><content type='html'>So, I've been on my program for one day.  I went to the gym this morning and weighed in at 145.5 lbs.  In my first day and a half on the program I've lost 2.5 lbs!!!  The best part about this is that I have lots of energy and don't feel hungry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need everyone who is interested in this program to send me an email.  I want your name, email address, and phone number.  Like I said, you won't be doing this alone and I want to talk to you.  We will come up with specific short and long term goals as well as set up a plan of accountability and communication on a regular basis.  One of the key factors to a successful weight loss program is support.  Lets get this journey started!!!  I can't wait to hear from you! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I have a story to tell everyone later.  Stay tuned you won't want to miss this one.  I will give you a hint, it involves Peyton and duck tape.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644171234956436805-3862326594921028129?l=thewrightfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/feeds/3862326594921028129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644171234956436805&amp;postID=3862326594921028129' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/3862326594921028129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/3862326594921028129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-start.html' title='It&apos;s a start...'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SgxdbElqroI/AAAAAAAACAc/izametAZyuE/S220/4_Wright_Rob_and_Em_4_x6_-_IMG_5331.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644171234956436805.post-658277575803592599</id><published>2009-05-13T19:30:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T20:29:45.191-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Drumroll Please...</title><content type='html'>Here it is! The moment I have been dreading for the past week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/Sgtm4ZtRf2I/AAAAAAAAB_k/aMX2FrKgB7U/s1600-h/IMG_3296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 232px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335471302709968738" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/Sgtm4ZtRf2I/AAAAAAAAB_k/aMX2FrKgB7U/s400/IMG_3296.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335471306628178130" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/Sgtm4oTcoNI/AAAAAAAAB_s/Rouz3ycjqZU/s400/IMG_3298.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 218px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335471304901162834" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/Sgtm4h3sd1I/AAAAAAAAB_0/2Qj4oiVkkbQ/s400/IMG_3299.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Height: 5' 1 1/4"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Weight: 148 lbs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thigh: 24"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hips: 41"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Waist: 37"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Arm: 12"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My first short term goal is to reach 135 lbs. I started my journey today and did great! I am really excited and can't wait to show you all how well I have done in one month. Also, a good friend has decided to start her journey to a healthy life too. She started her weight management program on Sunday and has lost over 7lbs. We would love to have more people to do this with us. Let me know if you are interested! Here is Janet's Pictures and info.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 248px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335471311846643666" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/Sgtm47voF9I/AAAAAAAAB_8/AhgTbj5IF5c/s400/IMG_3275.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 244px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335484807392515954" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SgtzKekf13I/AAAAAAAACAU/0bGSFzN-iV0/s400/IMG_3276.JPG" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335471439452181666" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SgtnAXHKFKI/AAAAAAAACAM/u2hLvCXxQ0k/s400/IMG_3277.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Height: I forgot to get that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Weight: 425 lbs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thigh: 35 1/4"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hips: 78 1/2"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Waist: 57 1/2"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Arm: 21 1/2" &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/6644171234956436805-658277575803592599?l=thewrightfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/feeds/658277575803592599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644171234956436805&amp;postID=658277575803592599' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/658277575803592599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/658277575803592599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/2009/05/drumroll-please.html' title='Drumroll Please...'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SgxdbElqroI/AAAAAAAACAc/izametAZyuE/S220/4_Wright_Rob_and_Em_4_x6_-_IMG_5331.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/Sgtm4ZtRf2I/AAAAAAAAB_k/aMX2FrKgB7U/s72-c/IMG_3296.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644171234956436805.post-1299258535063484943</id><published>2009-05-12T17:52:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T18:19:43.210-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Journey...</title><content type='html'>I am starting something new tomorrow. I have been given an opportunity to start a weight loss journey. I think it will be a lot of fun and hard work. I am going to do a weight &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;management&lt;/span&gt; program that is amazing. I am really excited because this program has a 100% &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;success&lt;/span&gt; rate. I got my stuff in the mail today and plan on starting tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For extra motivation I will be taking a before picture and measurements for everyone to see. Yes, that's right! I am going to let you all be my accountability. Please be there for me! I need you to keep me going. In fact, I would love for 5-10 of you to do it with me. It will be fun. You can send me pictures and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;measurements&lt;/span&gt; (if you want) and we can help each other out. Something that will be neat is we get to be a part of a blog that has a personal trainer and weight loss coach who gives us guidance and tips to help us out. If you want to do this with me please let me know. My email is : &lt;a href="mailto:thewrightfive@hotmail.com"&gt;thewrightfive@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets Go Everyone! We can do this! Stay Tuned for the dreaded picture and unveiling of my weight and size. No gasping please when you see it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644171234956436805-1299258535063484943?l=thewrightfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/feeds/1299258535063484943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644171234956436805&amp;postID=1299258535063484943' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/1299258535063484943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/1299258535063484943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/2009/05/another-journey.html' title='Another Journey...'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SgxdbElqroI/AAAAAAAACAc/izametAZyuE/S220/4_Wright_Rob_and_Em_4_x6_-_IMG_5331.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644171234956436805.post-6426570722925235721</id><published>2009-05-12T17:20:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T17:41:08.372-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Trip to the Farm...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/Sgn5-8AfhEI/AAAAAAAAB-0/yt4ABeZby2o/s1600-h/IMG_3287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335070093252461634" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/Sgn5-8AfhEI/AAAAAAAAB-0/yt4ABeZby2o/s400/IMG_3287.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today Grandma Esther came and took Jenna and Sydney for a girls slumber party. So, that left me with the boys to occupy. We decided to go out to Great Grandma Joy's and Papaw Tony's house to play in the rocks. When I was a little girl I loved playing in their gravel. Just as we got there it was time for Papaw to feed Bubba the new calf they got. Bubba's mommy was a really old cow and couldn't take care of him. So, papaw took Bubba and is feeding him 3 times a day until he is weened off milk.  We walked down to the barn and the boys were really interested in that little calf.  Peyton and Landon reluctantly held the bottle.  Ethan wasn't going to have any part of holding it. After bubba was done eating he was still hungry, so I stuck my hand in there and he sucked on my fingers. The boys were amazed at that. I would pull my hand out and they could see the stringy cow spit between my fingers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love taking them to do things I got to enjoy as a kid.  I never thought about my kids doing this kind of stuff.  But it is these times that I enjoy the most and will treasure forever.  They love it out there. We had a great time this morning visiting and playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335070098440869474" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/Sgn5_PVgVmI/AAAAAAAAB-8/Z8chHj4lZ4M/s400/IMG_3294.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/Sgn5-jehItI/AAAAAAAAB-s/0HBqybIFDos/s1600-h/IMG_3286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335070086667510482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/Sgn5-jehItI/AAAAAAAAB-s/0HBqybIFDos/s400/IMG_3286.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/Sgn5-VWRziI/AAAAAAAAB-k/eW9e4Yz728Y/s1600-h/IMG_3284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335070082874854946" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/Sgn5-VWRziI/AAAAAAAAB-k/eW9e4Yz728Y/s400/IMG_3284.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/Sgn5-P-MEuI/AAAAAAAAB-c/sVw2eSbI5BU/s1600-h/IMG_3281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335070081431638754" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/Sgn5-P-MEuI/AAAAAAAAB-c/sVw2eSbI5BU/s400/IMG_3281.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/6644171234956436805-6426570722925235721?l=thewrightfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/feeds/6426570722925235721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644171234956436805&amp;postID=6426570722925235721' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/6426570722925235721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/6426570722925235721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/2009/05/trip-to-farm.html' title='A Trip to the Farm...'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SgxdbElqroI/AAAAAAAACAc/izametAZyuE/S220/4_Wright_Rob_and_Em_4_x6_-_IMG_5331.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/Sgn5-8AfhEI/AAAAAAAAB-0/yt4ABeZby2o/s72-c/IMG_3287.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644171234956436805.post-8694843629263222879</id><published>2009-05-10T21:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T23:13:16.104-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessings By God!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Today I woke up to my five little munchkins running into the bedroom and climbing up in bed to give me a good morning hug and kiss.  Ethan was carrying a card with him that everyone had attempted to sign.  They had practiced saying Happy Mother's Day, but decided they didn't want to say it at the last minute.  They didn't have to.  They show me everyday how much they love me.  That is one of the greatest things about having toddlers.  They love you more than life and show it everyday.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That was the extent of the celebration we had today.  I did pull out the Mother's Day excuse every time we had to change diapers though.  By the end of the day Rob told me that I was milking the Mother's Day thing.  HeHe.  We went to church and headed home to get the kids down for their nap.  Rob and I took a short nap too.  We played for a few hours in the evening and did the normal routine.  Rob ended up in bed sick by about 5:30.  I think it might have been something he ate.  Hopefully he will feel better tomorrow.   &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today was no different than any other day.  I have to admit, this day means so much to me.  I went to bed last night excited about today.  Yeah, nothing big happened, but that isn't why I was excited.  You see, from the time I was a little girl, I always assumed I would grow up and have a family.  Four years ago we were faced with the struggle of infertility.  We started our first cycle of treatments and were told it didn't work.  A couple of weeks later I ended up in the ER with weird shoulder pain.  It was there we were told that in fact we were pregnant.  A few days later we lost our first child.  It was an ectopic pregnancy and we were early in the pregnancy, but that doesn't matter.  Anyone who has been pregnant knows that it doesn't matter how far along you are.  A child is a child from the moment of conception.  All of that happened in May.  During Mother's Day.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There was a time I didn't think I could be a mother.  It was a sadness I can't describe.  But, the Lord was preparing me.  He had plans for me.  Plans I never imagined or expected.  He had chosen me to be the mother to five little miracles.  I still can't believe he chose me.  It's a lot like when you find your soul mate.  I still can't believe Rob chose me, but he did.  God chose me out of all the millions of people.  I'm sure there are lots of women out there who would do a lot better job than me.  Women who have endless patience and never raise their voice.  Women who can always find the positive in every situation.  Women who always get dressed and do their hair and makeup.  Women who have it together all the time and always put their best foot forward.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I may not have been the best pick when you look from the outside.  But the Bible tells me that God knows what he is doing.  So, I have to believe that I was the best person for the job.  Besides, anyone who knows me knows that I don't go down without a fight.  I am up to any challenge and will do whatever it takes to accomplish a task.  Just when I think I don't have anything left in me, the thought of failure or defeat come to mind and I find that place deep inside that never quits.  Maybe God knew what he was doing after all.  Maybe, God gave me my little miracles because he knew I needed to have more patience.  I have to believe that he knew anyone who has five kids at once will have to raise her voice just to be heard sometimes.  And sometimes, when you have five kids sick with vomiting and diarrhea and you have to sleep in the living room because you and your husband are so sick that you can't stand to be close to each other, you just can't bring yourself to find the positive in EVERY situation.  I think God knew that anyone who had five little miracles would be lucky to change out of her pajamas let alone do her hair or makeup.  And I think God knew he had to find a woman who wasn't too proud to admit her shortcomings.  Someone who embraced struggles and mistakes and learned from them.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That is why I was so excited about today.  God chose me to be a mommy to five little miracles.  He looked down 2 1/2 years ago and knew I was the one for the job.  So, I am going to rise to the occasion and do my very best.  This day reminded me of how blessed I am.  I am so thankful that God chose me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644171234956436805-8694843629263222879?l=thewrightfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/feeds/8694843629263222879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644171234956436805&amp;postID=8694843629263222879' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/8694843629263222879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/8694843629263222879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/2009/05/blessings-by-god.html' title='Blessings By God!'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SgxdbElqroI/AAAAAAAACAc/izametAZyuE/S220/4_Wright_Rob_and_Em_4_x6_-_IMG_5331.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644171234956436805.post-5729764289875437971</id><published>2009-05-06T20:22:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T20:29:03.918-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Top 10</title><content type='html'>Thanks everyone!! We have made it in the top 10 fianlists for the &lt;a href="http://www.multiplesandmore.blogspot.com/"&gt;Cutest Multiples Contest&lt;/a&gt;. Vote Vote Vote!!! The polls are open again for everyone until Monday May 11 at 11:00pm EST.  You can only vote once.  Pass the word along to everyone you know. Some really cool prizes are up for grabs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.multiplesandmore.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.multiplesandmore.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644171234956436805-5729764289875437971?l=thewrightfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/feeds/5729764289875437971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644171234956436805&amp;postID=5729764289875437971' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/5729764289875437971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/5729764289875437971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/2009/05/top-10.html' title='Top 10'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SgxdbElqroI/AAAAAAAACAc/izametAZyuE/S220/4_Wright_Rob_and_Em_4_x6_-_IMG_5331.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644171234956436805.post-2917077057182010462</id><published>2009-05-04T20:24:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T20:37:07.694-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MOMS Spring Party!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/Sf-XeO80ubI/AAAAAAAAB94/8vOE9qWcpNU/s1600-h/IMG_3270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332147029495036338" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/Sf-XeO80ubI/AAAAAAAAB94/8vOE9qWcpNU/s400/IMG_3270.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Saturday was the Spring party for the MOMS group. We had it at Mega Gym in Evansville. I wasn't too sure how it would work because I didn't know how much of the stuff the kids would be big enough to do. It was so fun!!! Grandma and Grandpa Wright had taken Landon and Jenna on Friday to spend the night. So, I decided to make things easier on myself and just take Syd, Ethan, and Peyton with me. They had a blast! Ethan and Peyton especially loved the pit of foam cubes. I was throwing them up in the air and they would fall into the pit. They were laughing hysterically as they were flying through the air. Sydney saw the inflatable and didn't look back. She walked over there and a girl who worked there took her up. She was on her own the rest of the time. I told Rob that if she ever wondered off in the store we would never find her. She is totally self sufficient. She didn't care if I was there or not. It is so neat to see them growing and being able to do things. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I remember when they first came home. I never thought I would see the day that they could climb up on something or ride a riding toy. They are amazing me everyday. I can't believe how things are changing. My babies are growing up! Enjoy the pictures!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332147239469261218" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/Sf-XqdKlIaI/AAAAAAAAB-A/d6c0P6xvfsY/s400/IMG_3272.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/Sf-Xd3Yr78I/AAAAAAAAB9w/5-Nu383ytMM/s1600-h/IMG_3263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332147023169449922" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/Sf-Xd3Yr78I/AAAAAAAAB9w/5-Nu383ytMM/s400/IMG_3263.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/Sf-XdpZAKaI/AAAAAAAAB9o/k4WLUn_SwM8/s1600-h/IMG_3262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332147019412679074" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/Sf-XdpZAKaI/AAAAAAAAB9o/k4WLUn_SwM8/s400/IMG_3262.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/Sf-XdfiXp8I/AAAAAAAAB9g/f7UARx6adtw/s1600-h/IMG_3259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332147016767612866" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/Sf-XdfiXp8I/AAAAAAAAB9g/f7UARx6adtw/s400/IMG_3259.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/Sf-XdFhnYJI/AAAAAAAAB9Y/zXB-QHfpeCg/s1600-h/IMG_3258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332147009785127058" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/Sf-XdFhnYJI/AAAAAAAAB9Y/zXB-QHfpeCg/s400/IMG_3258.JPG" /&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/6644171234956436805-2917077057182010462?l=thewrightfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/feeds/2917077057182010462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644171234956436805&amp;postID=2917077057182010462' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/2917077057182010462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/2917077057182010462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/2009/05/moms-spring-party.html' title='MOMS Spring Party!'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SgxdbElqroI/AAAAAAAACAc/izametAZyuE/S220/4_Wright_Rob_and_Em_4_x6_-_IMG_5331.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/Sf-XeO80ubI/AAAAAAAAB94/8vOE9qWcpNU/s72-c/IMG_3270.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644171234956436805.post-3942154821505853591</id><published>2009-05-01T13:20:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T13:24:04.401-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cutest Multiples Photo Contest!</title><content type='html'>Hi everyone! Just wanted to let everyone know that we are finalists for the Cutest Multiples Photo Contest. So, we need everyone to&lt;u&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.multiplesandmore.blogspot.com/"&gt;VOTE&lt;/a&gt;. Once you get to the site you will see the list to the left of the page. WE are #13 Ethan, Peyton, Landon, Jenna, and Sydney. VOTE VOTE VOTE!!! After all, aren't they the CUTEST KIDS EVER!!!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.multiplesandmore.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.multiplesandmore.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644171234956436805-3942154821505853591?l=thewrightfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/feeds/3942154821505853591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644171234956436805&amp;postID=3942154821505853591' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/3942154821505853591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/3942154821505853591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/2009/05/cutest-multiples-photo-contest.html' title='Cutest Multiples Photo Contest!'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SgxdbElqroI/AAAAAAAACAc/izametAZyuE/S220/4_Wright_Rob_and_Em_4_x6_-_IMG_5331.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644171234956436805.post-6545694869794022213</id><published>2009-04-28T13:57:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T14:15:01.824-05:00</updated><title type='text'>March for Babies!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 272px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329820452917096210" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SfdTdpy8LxI/AAAAAAAAB8w/-TBaUAhp0Eo/s400/MOD+1.jpg" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;We did it! We went to the fairgrounds on Sunday and did the walk. The kids did exceptional considering the 90 degree weather. Boy, the walk was a lot longer than I had anticipated. We made it though.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329820466823655330" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SfdTedmhb6I/AAAAAAAAB9I/qxAhkiBf9As/s400/IMG_3253.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329820467560067522" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SfdTegWGMcI/AAAAAAAAB9Q/Dynkm3y_xyM/s400/IMG_3250.JPG" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;I want to thank everyone who gave to the March of Dimes. Our babies wouldn't be here if it weren't for them. It is amazing the wonderful things this organization does. &lt;/em&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/6644171234956436805-6545694869794022213?l=thewrightfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/feeds/6545694869794022213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644171234956436805&amp;postID=6545694869794022213' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/6545694869794022213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/6545694869794022213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/2009/04/march-for-babies.html' title='March for Babies!!'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SgxdbElqroI/AAAAAAAACAc/izametAZyuE/S220/4_Wright_Rob_and_Em_4_x6_-_IMG_5331.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SfdTdpy8LxI/AAAAAAAAB8w/-TBaUAhp0Eo/s72-c/MOD+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644171234956436805.post-97524584068278142</id><published>2009-04-27T20:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T20:43:14.709-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Messy, Messy, Messy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SfZfC2dWjqI/AAAAAAAAB8o/ZLGgpdJQaQk/s1600-h/IMG_3227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329551711622565538" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SfZfC2dWjqI/AAAAAAAAB8o/ZLGgpdJQaQk/s400/IMG_3227.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't know what it is about Ethan, but he is a complete mess. I took a picture of him the other day after breakfast. He can take a piece of bread and find a way to get it smeared all over him. Landon is like all the other kids. He gets a little messy but nothing even close to Ethan.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329551704454375458" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SfZfCbwUqCI/AAAAAAAAB8g/L4Igcp2ukJ0/s400/IMG_3226.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ethan, Bubby, I love you! One day I will miss your food covered face. You are such a blessing to our family!&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/6644171234956436805-97524584068278142?l=thewrightfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/feeds/97524584068278142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644171234956436805&amp;postID=97524584068278142' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/97524584068278142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/97524584068278142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/2009/04/messy-messy-messy.html' title='Messy, Messy, Messy'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SgxdbElqroI/AAAAAAAACAc/izametAZyuE/S220/4_Wright_Rob_and_Em_4_x6_-_IMG_5331.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SfZfC2dWjqI/AAAAAAAAB8o/ZLGgpdJQaQk/s72-c/IMG_3227.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644171234956436805.post-8854081004639237887</id><published>2009-04-20T20:11:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T20:54:50.765-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Heart Swells...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326954676870920850" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/Se0lDiF_OpI/AAAAAAAAB78/UQel3mArNYk/s400/IMG_3222.JPG" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/Se0lDWmhnjI/AAAAAAAAB70/6koA2LQIjpQ/s1600-h/IMG_3221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326954673786166834" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/Se0lDWmhnjI/AAAAAAAAB70/6koA2LQIjpQ/s400/IMG_3221.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/Se0lDLQKnSI/AAAAAAAAB7s/P97yHYBZ0Fo/s1600-h/IMG_3220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326954670739594530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/Se0lDLQKnSI/AAAAAAAAB7s/P97yHYBZ0Fo/s400/IMG_3220.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peyton is so goofy. He looked at me this morning while we were eating breakfast and gave me the biggest smile. I immediately started laughing. I hope this isn't a precursor to what is to come. After I laughed at him and took a few pictures he thought putting anything in his nose was funny. I hope we haven't started something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326954660700765906" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/Se0lCl2uPtI/AAAAAAAAB7k/oTVBQFN6FIg/s400/IMG_3218.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to say, I love my kids more and more everyday. Today wasn't the greatest of days, but they never fail to show me how much they love me. It has taken a while, but the love isn't a one way street anymore. They overflow with love and kisses all the time. Even if they have gotten in trouble. I have never felt so needed and loved. They truly appreciate me in their own way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I decided last week that I needed to step out and take them out with me by myself. I got them dressed last Friday and we headed to the bank. I decided before I left the house that I would hold my head high no matter what happened. We bought harnesses last week for our church's Easter Eggstravaganza. So, I harnessed them up and we were on our way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have any of you put a leash on a cat? We had a cat before we had the kids. One day we put a leash on him in an attempt to tie him up so he wouldn't run too far away from home. Well, he was paralyzed by the leash. he hunkered down to the ground and wouldn't move. That is exactly what the kids acted like. They couldn't walk. It was rather comical. I was trying to get them to walk to the door of the bank and they acted like they didn't have a clue what to do. In the end, they made it in and out okay and we learned a valuable lesson. I need to take the kids out much more than I ever have. They behaved okay, but it was obvious that they don't know what to do in public. So, we will be doing much more going out and discovering a whole new world. Wish us luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some pictures of us playing outside the other day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326954660538617042" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/Se0lClQEDNI/AAAAAAAAB7c/jqD7fwl7yM8/s400/IMG_3213.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/Se0jm3XE14I/AAAAAAAAB7U/IGUViRIS05s/s1600-h/IMG_3212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326953084851902338" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/Se0jm3XE14I/AAAAAAAAB7U/IGUViRIS05s/s400/IMG_3212.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/Se0jmoiQObI/AAAAAAAAB7M/Pe9T4g_eWK8/s1600-h/IMG_3211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326953080872253874" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/Se0jmoiQObI/AAAAAAAAB7M/Pe9T4g_eWK8/s400/IMG_3211.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/Se0jmX5s2BI/AAAAAAAAB7E/KoKIcqdLI50/s1600-h/IMG_3210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326953076407195666" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/Se0jmX5s2BI/AAAAAAAAB7E/KoKIcqdLI50/s400/IMG_3210.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/Se0jmLDG_CI/AAAAAAAAB68/8TeF0Q1nfhE/s1600-h/IMG_3208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326953072956996642" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/Se0jmLDG_CI/AAAAAAAAB68/8TeF0Q1nfhE/s400/IMG_3208.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326953067827258770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/Se0jl38FZZI/AAAAAAAAB60/oErGnQHO5A4/s400/IMG_3207.JPG" /&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/6644171234956436805-8854081004639237887?l=thewrightfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/feeds/8854081004639237887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644171234956436805&amp;postID=8854081004639237887' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/8854081004639237887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/8854081004639237887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-heart-swells.html' title='My Heart Swells...'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SgxdbElqroI/AAAAAAAACAc/izametAZyuE/S220/4_Wright_Rob_and_Em_4_x6_-_IMG_5331.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/Se0lDiF_OpI/AAAAAAAAB78/UQel3mArNYk/s72-c/IMG_3222.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644171234956436805.post-5845788844783409869</id><published>2009-04-18T20:49:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T21:00:58.269-05:00</updated><title type='text'>4 Mommies + 4 Daddies = 22 Kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SeqFlxLR86I/AAAAAAAAB6s/Y0Ro7EHxgUs/s1600-h/IMG_3215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 277px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326216393221338018" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SeqFlxLR86I/AAAAAAAAB6s/Y0Ro7EHxgUs/s400/IMG_3215.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                        Brooks &amp;amp; Sara Tyre, Jameson &amp;amp; Paula Chan, Me &amp;amp; Rob&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, here we are. Rob and I got to drive up to Indy this weekend to meet some friends for the afternoon. We had the Best time! All four sets of parents have quints! The Tyre's win the crazy prize because they have 7 kids. (HAHA just kidding) We had lunch and then hit the miniature golf course for a friendly game of putt putt. It started out that way at least. Rob may not be invited anymore after the shot-by-shot commentating. It was hilarious to watch Brooks Tyre choke time after time while Rob scrutinized his every move. I have to say, the Tyre's and Chan's took Rob's humor very well. Those of you who know Rob know exactly what I am talking about. Needless to say, we had a great time and are already planning our next gathering. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.S.  Murray's and Burkett's, we missed you guys! Hopefully you can make it next time. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644171234956436805-5845788844783409869?l=thewrightfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/feeds/5845788844783409869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644171234956436805&amp;postID=5845788844783409869' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/5845788844783409869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/5845788844783409869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/2009/04/4-mommies-4-daddies-22-kids.html' title='4 Mommies + 4 Daddies = 22 Kids'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SgxdbElqroI/AAAAAAAACAc/izametAZyuE/S220/4_Wright_Rob_and_Em_4_x6_-_IMG_5331.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SeqFlxLR86I/AAAAAAAAB6s/Y0Ro7EHxgUs/s72-c/IMG_3215.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644171234956436805.post-658626094982514654</id><published>2009-04-11T13:26:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T22:19:40.249-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hair Cuts and Egg Hunts</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 201px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323505076028654562" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SeDjqVitQ-I/AAAAAAAAB38/H_2iiwJzMnU/s400/IMG_3146.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We have had a fun filled Easter holiday already. Yesterday we relaxed and let the kids have their Easter baskets. We knew we would be on the go today and tomorrow. They loved what was in their baskets. The cars dancing cars and sunglasses were a hit. I took Ethan for a haircut yesterday morning and Landon went for his with Rob last night. All of Ethan's curls were clipped off. He looks like such a big boy now. Landon had his first haircut. He still doesn't have much but I think it will start to fill in now that it has been trimmed. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SeDmOHTMJUI/AAAAAAAAB6c/-uuuNn9edsE/s1600-h/IMG_3168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323507889704019266" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SeDmOHTMJUI/AAAAAAAAB6c/-uuuNn9edsE/s400/IMG_3168.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SeDkxzCRYII/AAAAAAAAB5k/LQ3eMQf7JQ4/s1600-h/IMG_3167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323506303716384898" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SeDkxzCRYII/AAAAAAAAB5k/LQ3eMQf7JQ4/s400/IMG_3167.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SeDkxRNtudI/AAAAAAAAB5U/Jb6xJ4HvIXQ/s1600-h/IMG_3165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323506294637574610" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SeDkxRNtudI/AAAAAAAAB5U/Jb6xJ4HvIXQ/s400/IMG_3165.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323505763847610002" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SeDkSX3hnpI/AAAAAAAAB5E/yZXqLogrtRg/s400/IMG_3163.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; Today we got up early to go to Great Grandma and Papaw Tony's house for Easter. We ate breakfast and hunted eggs. It didn't take them long to figure out that the eggs had candy in them. Landon was so engrossed in finding more eggs that he wondered right into the muddy garden. We were laughing and trying to get his attention so much that all four of the others headed straight for the garden too. They loved it out there. We will have to visit more often to have some fun outside.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SeDkSOoagwI/AAAAAAAAB48/QQCcm2yXEK8/s1600-h/IMG_3162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323505761368310530" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SeDkSOoagwI/AAAAAAAAB48/QQCcm2yXEK8/s400/IMG_3162.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SeDkR-sr7AI/AAAAAAAAB40/LQZ8J-3yMP8/s1600-h/IMG_3159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323505757091261442" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SeDkR-sr7AI/AAAAAAAAB40/LQZ8J-3yMP8/s400/IMG_3159.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SeDkRRW72gI/AAAAAAAAB4k/MZwMfw5Qgc8/s1600-h/IMG_3155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323505744920435202" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SeDkRRW72gI/AAAAAAAAB4k/MZwMfw5Qgc8/s400/IMG_3155.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SeDjrcm19MI/AAAAAAAAB4c/m0T_eCvzB90/s1600-h/IMG_3154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323505095104918722" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SeDjrcm19MI/AAAAAAAAB4c/m0T_eCvzB90/s400/IMG_3154.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SeDjrJ56SqI/AAAAAAAAB4U/-VnLmtuEcT8/s1600-h/IMG_3152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323505090084620962" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SeDjrJ56SqI/AAAAAAAAB4U/-VnLmtuEcT8/s400/IMG_3152.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323505086271496498" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SeDjq7syoTI/AAAAAAAAB4M/79ep27YQJHI/s400/IMG_3149.JPG" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SeDjqj2vm4I/AAAAAAAAB4E/jpJZtAkstl0/s1600-h/IMG_3148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323505079870790530" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SeDjqj2vm4I/AAAAAAAAB4E/jpJZtAkstl0/s400/IMG_3148.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Lord, thank you for sending your son to come here on Earth to die on a cross for my sins. I know Easter is filled with candy and eggs and family, but you are the reason we all come together to worship you tomorrow. Your son gave the ultimate gift. We will make sure our kids grow up knowing the true meaning of Easter.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644171234956436805-658626094982514654?l=thewrightfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/feeds/658626094982514654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644171234956436805&amp;postID=658626094982514654' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/658626094982514654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/658626094982514654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/2009/04/hair-cuts-and-egg-hunts.html' title='Hair Cuts and Egg Hunts'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SgxdbElqroI/AAAAAAAACAc/izametAZyuE/S220/4_Wright_Rob_and_Em_4_x6_-_IMG_5331.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SeDjqVitQ-I/AAAAAAAAB38/H_2iiwJzMnU/s72-c/IMG_3146.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644171234956436805.post-1025886573805661749</id><published>2009-04-06T20:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T21:32:52.288-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Women of Joy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/Sdq5xDFyR5I/AAAAAAAAB3s/8R6EgSS2Paw/s1600-h/IMG_3116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321770161985963922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/Sdq5xDFyR5I/AAAAAAAAB3s/8R6EgSS2Paw/s400/IMG_3116.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I left Friday for Louisville, KY to attend the Women of Joy Conference. I have to admit, I wasn't very excited this year because I had been away from the kids so much the previous week while Jenna was in the hospital. I have to say, I had a blast!! I feel completely refreshed and ready to jump back into things. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321770132207892978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/Sdq5vUKI-fI/AAAAAAAAB3c/2w56ried1Xo/s400/IMG_3120.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday we got to listen to Candace Cameron Bure (DJ from Full House). She was amazing and so down to Earth. Saturday morning Lisa Hart and Shonda Pierce. That evening Casting Crowns did a concert for everyone and they were awesome. Sunday morning we were blessed to hear Karen Kingsbury speak. She is the best fiction author I have ever read. The worship leader was Charles Billingsly. He is so gifted. He has an amazing voice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321770141007371538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/Sdq5v08GXRI/AAAAAAAAB3k/_R8iFj_IUOo/s400/IMG_3118.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Scott and Melissa Reeves are good friends of Karen and her family. They were all staying in our hotel. Saturday night we got back to our hotel and ran into the entire group of them. Scott was walking by and he came over to talk to us. In case some of you don't know who he is, he played Ryan in The Young and the Restless. His wife Melissa played Jennifer in Days of Our Lives. I haven't ever watched those shows, but lots of the women with me had. So, we all got to talking with Scott. Like always, someone makes sure they mention that I have quintuplets. That is when I made the connection. Have any of you HOM moms out there watched Half a Dozen Babies? It is a movie that was made about the Dilley Sextuplets in Indianapolis. I have seen it a few times. The movie will be on LMN (Lifetime Movie Network) on April 10 at 9:00 CT. Scott and Melissa are the parents on that movie. The picture below is small but the best I could find. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/Sdqx4Fy-k4I/AAAAAAAAB3M/TcDlc_BScOg/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321761486878446466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 80px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 104px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/Sdqx4Fy-k4I/AAAAAAAAB3M/TcDlc_BScOg/s400/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So, they took a picture with me and signed a picture of my kids. I have to say, they are so nice and genuine. It is neat to meet people who are in the spotlight and still live for the Lord. We don't see all the amazing work they do behind the scenes for God. Scott is a huge believer in Karen Kingsbury and loves to read her books. That is unusual since most men assume they are romance novels. Maybe I will be able to get Rob to try one now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321770100146764210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/Sdq5tcuK-bI/AAAAAAAAB3U/atMPzNLg7is/s400/IMG_3131.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had an awesome weekend and am so refreshed and renewed. The kids were glad to see me too. God knows just what we need to get going again. I can't wait to go next year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321770169389957202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/Sdq5xerCQFI/AAAAAAAAB30/mmTUa8N8pfE/s400/IMG_3136.JPG" border="0" /&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/6644171234956436805-1025886573805661749?l=thewrightfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/feeds/1025886573805661749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644171234956436805&amp;postID=1025886573805661749' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/1025886573805661749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/1025886573805661749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/2009/04/women-of-joy.html' title='Women of Joy...'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SgxdbElqroI/AAAAAAAACAc/izametAZyuE/S220/4_Wright_Rob_and_Em_4_x6_-_IMG_5331.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/Sdq5xDFyR5I/AAAAAAAAB3s/8R6EgSS2Paw/s72-c/IMG_3116.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644171234956436805.post-4018430617653116908</id><published>2009-03-28T20:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T21:10:56.191-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Update...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/Sc7YctrdK-I/AAAAAAAAB20/01Zvnjqt0Xc/s1600-h/IMG_3111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318426197780933602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/Sc7YctrdK-I/AAAAAAAAB20/01Zvnjqt0Xc/s400/IMG_3111.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;First of all...CONGRATULATIONS PRINCETON TIGERS!!!! 29-0 and we won state tonight. Rob and I had tickets to go today. Instead we partied it up in the hospital room. It worked out because we didn't get the channel at home that it was broadcast on. We watched the entire thing while a big storm passed through. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Great news! We did more blood work today and her platelets are starting to come up finally. I am so glad for that. They also decided to catheter her to get another urine sample. It has come back clear so far. If everything looks good in the morning blood work we may be able to come home tomorrow. I REALLY want to come home! Jenna does too. She is tired of the IV and being confined to the room. We don't know everything yet, but I think the combination of a kidney infection and virus took it out of her. She still has a rash all over and we are controlling it with Benadryl. The poor girl. Neither of us have slept much since Wednesday. She hit her limit this afternoon and gave it up. She has been knocked out since about 5:00pm. I mean, out cold. The nurses did her vitals and I put her down for the game. She didn't move. Hopefully it will last through the entire night. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318426192772085362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/Sc7YcbBQNnI/AAAAAAAAB2s/oesUnwYLl-0/s400/IMG_3110.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hopefully my next update will be from home. Oh yeah, the other kids are all sick. Not like Jenna, but they are all receiving Pink Eye drops. We don't know if that is what it is or a virus. Syd ran a fever yesterday but is doing better. They all have snotty noses and are coughing. Hopefully we can go home and start getting healthy again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thanks to everyone who have been praying for us. God is taking care of us.&lt;/em&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/6644171234956436805-4018430617653116908?l=thewrightfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/feeds/4018430617653116908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644171234956436805&amp;postID=4018430617653116908' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/4018430617653116908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/4018430617653116908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/2009/03/update.html' title='Update...'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SgxdbElqroI/AAAAAAAACAc/izametAZyuE/S220/4_Wright_Rob_and_Em_4_x6_-_IMG_5331.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/Sc7YctrdK-I/AAAAAAAAB20/01Zvnjqt0Xc/s72-c/IMG_3111.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644171234956436805.post-3580431950820042081</id><published>2009-03-27T17:25:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T17:43:43.627-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Sick Little Girl...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/Sc1WPKFmS2I/AAAAAAAAB2g/yARvG_0DbC0/s1600-h/IMG_3108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318001553400286050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/Sc1WPKFmS2I/AAAAAAAAB2g/yARvG_0DbC0/s400/IMG_3108.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well, things were too quiet for too long. We were on a pretty good streak of good health. I thought things were beginning to look up with Spring here. Monday evening Jenna was running a low grade fever. We gave her some Tylenol and didn't think much about it. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tuesday morning she woke up and was acting weird. I put her up to the table for breakfast and she wouldn't keep her eyes open. I can't explain it but things were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; not okay. So, I called the doctor and rushed down there that morning. Dr. Goldman had a chest X-ray and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;blood work&lt;/span&gt; done. We also bagged her to get a urine sample. I was down there all day waiting on her to pee. No luck. Finally Dr. Goldman decided if she had a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;UTI&lt;/span&gt; she would be peeing a lot since it makes your bladder have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;spasms&lt;/span&gt;. She debated admitting her for fear of getting dehydrated. Wednesday she was worse. No eating and barely drinking. By Thursday I decided we needed to make a trip back down to the doctor. She had dropped in weight from 19lbs 7oz on Tuesday to 18lbs 13oz on Thursday morning. Dr. Goldman decided it would be best to admit her and get some fluids in her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318001553321161266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/Sc1WPJyu8jI/AAAAAAAAB2Y/YQbewCUt8AY/s400/IMG_3107.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She was extremely dehydrated and lethargic. All she did was sleep. By Thursday evening we finally got a urine sample and had done blood work. They found mucus in her urine and have started treating her for a kidney infection. The antibiotic is really strong and she has a rash all over her head and her eyes are swollen. I think it is a reaction to the antibiotic. We will see how she does with her dose tonight. They redid blood work this morning to check her white count and platelets. I know a little of what is going on but am not going to try to explain it. I will just screw it up for those of you who know what this stuff really means. However, her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;blood work&lt;/span&gt; is not doing what it should do. We have to wait a few days to see if things are going to straighten up. If they don't, we will have to talk to a different doctor about her blood. Pray that things get better on her own. I don't know what I will do if something really serious is wrong. I will try to keep everyone posted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you in advance for your prayers.&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/6644171234956436805-3580431950820042081?l=thewrightfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/feeds/3580431950820042081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644171234956436805&amp;postID=3580431950820042081' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/3580431950820042081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/3580431950820042081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/2009/03/sick-little-girl.html' title='A Sick Little Girl...'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SgxdbElqroI/AAAAAAAACAc/izametAZyuE/S220/4_Wright_Rob_and_Em_4_x6_-_IMG_5331.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/Sc1WPKFmS2I/AAAAAAAAB2g/yARvG_0DbC0/s72-c/IMG_3108.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644171234956436805.post-4304161090611461090</id><published>2009-03-18T15:23:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T20:16:27.579-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun at the Park!</title><content type='html'>&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;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/ScGXSZS3g5I/AAAAAAAAB04/lAVX1Y2fuLM/s1600-h/IMG_3085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314695377557357458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/ScGXSZS3g5I/AAAAAAAAB04/lAVX1Y2fuLM/s400/IMG_3085.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;I'm back! Things have been crazy around here since we turned 2. We are trying to change some things up and give the kids more running room in the house. It seems to be getting harder again, but the kids are really getting big. They could climb over all the gates so we took them down. That means that the TV was a free-for-all. That is still a battle. I am forced to be in the living room at all times now. Hopefully they will start listening and remembering soon. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314696987937836770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/ScGYwIbfjuI/AAAAAAAAB1A/Tytk6YZvS9w/s400/IMG_3087.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314697000376148578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/ScGYw2xBImI/AAAAAAAAB1I/CLPYEB54M2Q/s400/IMG_3088.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314700473976295282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/ScGb7C71D3I/AAAAAAAAB2A/5DDdIk1xSKg/s400/IMG_3103.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314700486770579010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/ScGb7ymOVkI/AAAAAAAAB2Q/78EtUptzsyI/s400/IMG_3098.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;The weather has been absolutely perfect lately. I am so glad we are finally getting into Spring. We have been to the Kiddie Park a few times and they love it! I am so glad they can walk. Last year we went there and the pea gravel was too hard for them to walk in. Now they can climb up all the equipment and slide down all by themselves. They know how to have fun!! I do have to watch Peyton. He is up the big slide in no time flat. That boy isn't afraid of anything...except dogs. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314697599429299906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/ScGZTuaazsI/AAAAAAAAB1Y/PbBuTS0MaTI/s400/IMG_3090.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314698579462804226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/ScGaMxUnUwI/AAAAAAAAB1w/rkViBQDMbS0/s400/IMG_3106.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314700484718862786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/ScGb7q9DocI/AAAAAAAAB2I/q94akVMR0X0/s400/IMG_3095.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now, for an update on the kiddos and Jenna. Everyone is doing great. Ethan is a whopping 28 pounds. Landon and Sydney are around 22 pounds and Peyton is at 21 pounds. They are skinny and we are working on getting a supplement to help with their caloric intake. They have always been finicky eaters and we have to work on that. Jenna however is at 19 pounds. Dr. Goldman is really wanting to look into a feeding tube. I am not as comfortable with that at this point. Rob is ready to do whatever it takes to help her grow. Right now, Dawn, our Physical Therapist, is talking with a gastro doctor with Riley's to see what we could do. I won't go into all the details, but we want to check into hormonal deficiency's and some other stuff. Basically, if Jenna doesn't eat because she doesn't feel hungry, a feeding tube will help her gain weight, but it won't fix the problem. I am wanting to look into what is the reasoning a little further before we jump to the feeding tube. This is going to be a slow process, but I feel better about everything.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314697589252420402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/ScGZTIgD8zI/AAAAAAAAB1Q/SoDt32_MC9k/s400/IMG_3089.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314698574244928482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/ScGaMd4k2-I/AAAAAAAAB1o/REX6JheCTsY/s400/IMG_3105.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314697600866656514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/ScGZTzxHIQI/AAAAAAAAB1g/DpVcssIndkM/s400/IMG_3094.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&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;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314698587677088578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/ScGaNP7DW0I/AAAAAAAAB14/8RY4KGslpac/s400/IMG_3099.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644171234956436805-4304161090611461090?l=thewrightfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/feeds/4304161090611461090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644171234956436805&amp;postID=4304161090611461090' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/4304161090611461090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/4304161090611461090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/2009/03/fun-at-park.html' title='Fun at the Park!'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SgxdbElqroI/AAAAAAAACAc/izametAZyuE/S220/4_Wright_Rob_and_Em_4_x6_-_IMG_5331.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/ScGXSZS3g5I/AAAAAAAAB04/lAVX1Y2fuLM/s72-c/IMG_3085.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644171234956436805.post-2932778375662624585</id><published>2009-03-03T20:53:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T21:03:22.614-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Five Little Monkeys Jumpin In The Bed...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/Sa3vJ3B8jMI/AAAAAAAAB0w/IeE50bTOElk/s1600-h/IMG_3071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309162488409656514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/Sa3vJ3B8jMI/AAAAAAAAB0w/IeE50bTOElk/s400/IMG_3071.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;NONE fell out and bumped their head!! Yesterday at around 2:30 Landon started screaming during their nap. I don't generally let them up before 3:00, but he was really screaming. As I got closer to their room I noticed the noise was right by the door. When I opened the door I saw Landon trying his hardest to get the door open and Peyton having the time of his life. He was running around in the curtains and playing with the toys on the floor. I bought 3 used crib tents about 6 months ago anticipating this day. Thankfully I was prepared. They thought the tents were so cool in the beginning. Everyone got in and jumped around. Now, Peyton and Landon don't think they are very cool. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;On a side note, tomorrow is the kids 2 year check-up. Keep us in your prayers. Jenna had to go to the doctor yesterday for a double ear infection. She has dropped 5oz from her 18month check-up. Dr. Goldman wants to sit down and discuss other avenues for her again. Yes, this means a feeding tube. I really don't want to do this, but I don't want to hinder her growth either. We will investigate all avenues of this and hopefully come up with something else. As of yesterday she weighed 18lbs 11oz. I don't know what else to do. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644171234956436805-2932778375662624585?l=thewrightfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/feeds/2932778375662624585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644171234956436805&amp;postID=2932778375662624585' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/2932778375662624585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/2932778375662624585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/2009/03/five-little-monkeys-jumpin-in-bed.html' title='Five Little Monkeys Jumpin In The Bed...'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SgxdbElqroI/AAAAAAAACAc/izametAZyuE/S220/4_Wright_Rob_and_Em_4_x6_-_IMG_5331.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/Sa3vJ3B8jMI/AAAAAAAAB0w/IeE50bTOElk/s72-c/IMG_3071.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644171234956436805.post-7260890180183293304</id><published>2009-02-28T20:21:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T20:25:16.049-06:00</updated><title type='text'>March for Babies!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SanxYMOzDLI/AAAAAAAAB0g/cWKrwH1gUow/s1600-h/scan0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308039033735285938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 279px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SanxYMOzDLI/AAAAAAAAB0g/cWKrwH1gUow/s400/scan0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Two years ago I gave birth to five tiny blessings. At 27 weeks 6 days, they had to fight for their lives. Today, thanks to St. Mary's NICU and the March of Dimes, I am proud to say I have five perfectly healthy toddlers. I remember how scared and confused I was in the beginning. The March of Dimes supports parents in times like we went through. They support research and development that helped save our kids lives. I can't say enough for this wonderful organization.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've joined March for Babies because the March of Dimes champions the needs of moms and babies in our community and across the nation. The money we raise for March for Babies will help:&lt;br /&gt;- support all-important research offering preventions and solutions for babies born too soon or with birth defects &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- educate women on things they can do to increase their chances of having a healthy baby &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- provide comfort and information to families with a newborn in intensive care &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- push for newborn screening and health insurance for all pregnant women and children&lt;br /&gt;Please help by donating today! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's easy, safe and secure - &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marchforbabies.org/emilywright5"&gt;&lt;em&gt;just click to make your donation&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;The mission of March of Dimes is to improve the health of babies by preventing birth defects, premature birth, and infant mortality.&lt;/em&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/6644171234956436805-7260890180183293304?l=thewrightfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/feeds/7260890180183293304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6644171234956436805&amp;postID=7260890180183293304' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/7260890180183293304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644171234956436805/posts/default/7260890180183293304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewrightfive.blogspot.com/2009/02/two-years-ago-i-gave-birth-to-five-tiny.html' title='March for Babies!!!'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SgxdbElqroI/AAAAAAAACAc/izametAZyuE/S220/4_Wright_Rob_and_Em_4_x6_-_IMG_5331.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6bTdxyOoYik/SanxYMOzDLI/AAAAAAAAB0g/cWKrwH1gUow/s72-c/scan0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
