<?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-5503191444330857281</id><updated>2012-02-16T10:25:44.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Flockhart Clan</title><subtitle type='html'>Happily Ever After</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flockhartclan.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503191444330857281/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flockhartclan.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503191444330857281/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Flockhart Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726146940999043825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/SnBgxbQSEwI/AAAAAAAABPE/qxT29Q1CVTU/S220/P1010029.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>141</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503191444330857281.post-858021849136070861</id><published>2012-02-01T15:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T15:16:32.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our First Month As A Family Of Five</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3VDjOoIA-54/TyiX2gK2ACI/AAAAAAAACzw/Jc8t4SL7h4c/s1600/DSCN2087.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3VDjOoIA-54/TyiX2gK2ACI/AAAAAAAACzw/Jc8t4SL7h4c/s400/DSCN2087.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I have to say now looking back that the first 2 months were by far&amp;nbsp;the hardest.&amp;nbsp; When we left the hospital they said we didn't have to see the doctor for 2 weeks, and that me solely breast feeding was fine.&amp;nbsp; So that is what we did, and I thought they were doing good.&amp;nbsp; We were getting a little bit of sleep, and just adjusting to each other.&amp;nbsp; When we did go in for the girls appointment, we were shocked to find out that they had kept on loosing weight and were not getting enough food.&amp;nbsp; Teagan was down to 4lbs 10 oz, and Peyton was down to 5 lbs 8 oz more that a pound below their birth weight.&amp;nbsp; We then took them to a lactation specialists, which was so helpful.&amp;nbsp; We learned that even though our babies were considered full term, they were not eating like full term babies and that they were burning more calories trying to nurse than they were getting in food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next&amp;nbsp;two weeks were so hard.&amp;nbsp; I would nurse them for five min on each side, then feed them a bottle, and then pump.&amp;nbsp;They needed to be fed every 3 hours, even throughout the night. By the time we changed them and fed them it would take up to&amp;nbsp;an hour and a half, so needless to say no one was getting any&amp;nbsp;sleep.&amp;nbsp; Luckily my amazing Mom came and helped out everyday while was Stuart was at work.&amp;nbsp; I at least got to take naps every couple of days, but I don't know how Stu could even function at work.&lt;br /&gt;After two weeks the girls started gaining weight back and were almost to their birth weight.&amp;nbsp; So then we decided to ween them off the formula, and just nurse.&amp;nbsp; We then did this again for a week and took them back to the lactation specialists.&amp;nbsp; It was so heartbreaking to realize yet again that they were loosing more weight, and were almost back to where we started.&amp;nbsp; I was then faced with one of the hardest choices I have had to make.&amp;nbsp; I needed to either continue with the routine we were doing with the supplementing and nursing, or just feed them only formula.&amp;nbsp; I struggled so much with this decision since I totally believe that breast milk is the best thing, but they were not thriving, I was a wreck, I felt so helpless that I could not provide the one thing my babies needed, and with the time it took to feed them I physically could not take care of them and MacRae by myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a lot of praying and talking with Stu, we both decided that just doing formula only was the best option for us and our children.&amp;nbsp; The moment that I made this decision I totally felt at peace, and was so much more confident that I could have the strength and energy to take care of myself and my family.&amp;nbsp; Once they started on a very strict schedule of feedings they finally started to gain the weight back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This month was not just hard it was very fun to have Stu home for 2 weeks straight, and have so much time to get to know our sweet little angles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DzWPzjXhDZw/TyijN4NapiI/AAAAAAAACz4/7Ewxn10_v78/s1600/DSCN2089.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DzWPzjXhDZw/TyijN4NapiI/AAAAAAAACz4/7Ewxn10_v78/s400/DSCN2089.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nap time With Daddy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PGBJZOXcWDk/Tyile-imyqI/AAAAAAAAC0I/wZ7sN6KdsgI/s1600/DSC08479.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PGBJZOXcWDk/Tyile-imyqI/AAAAAAAAC0I/wZ7sN6KdsgI/s400/DSC08479.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Peyton 1 Month Old&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NOYQipsR0Sw/Tym4wBBVOAI/AAAAAAAAC04/dLQdJRGbNAU/s1600/DSC08496.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NOYQipsR0Sw/Tym4wBBVOAI/AAAAAAAAC04/dLQdJRGbNAU/s400/DSC08496.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Teagan 1 Month&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iWyZVpzSV68/Tym4BmIvLiI/AAAAAAAAC0Y/sPLKQh1X7e0/s1600/DSC08466.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iWyZVpzSV68/Tym4BmIvLiI/AAAAAAAAC0Y/sPLKQh1X7e0/s400/DSC08466.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Sleeping Together.&amp;nbsp; They always have to be nose to nose and touching eachothers skin, or they would not go to sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ECxGz4rbPGk/Tym4ItwrKaI/AAAAAAAAC0g/67YRzJ5Wjeo/s1600/DSC08513.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ECxGz4rbPGk/Tym4ItwrKaI/AAAAAAAAC0g/67YRzJ5Wjeo/s400/DSC08513.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Their Proud Brother&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2iBBbg-182o/Tym4RXIwqHI/AAAAAAAAC0o/5UNOZawDgA8/s1600/DSC08537.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2iBBbg-182o/Tym4RXIwqHI/AAAAAAAAC0o/5UNOZawDgA8/s400/DSC08537.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Holding Hands &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I cannot get over how tiny they are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DOjSBd6oYzY/Tym4YXykT3I/AAAAAAAAC0w/025E1XmkEHM/s1600/DSCN2098.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DOjSBd6oYzY/Tym4YXykT3I/AAAAAAAAC0w/025E1XmkEHM/s320/DSCN2098.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cuddling With Mom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It is amazing how talented you become to hold to babies while wiping a bum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5503191444330857281-858021849136070861?l=flockhartclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flockhartclan.blogspot.com/feeds/858021849136070861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5503191444330857281&amp;postID=858021849136070861' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503191444330857281/posts/default/858021849136070861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503191444330857281/posts/default/858021849136070861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flockhartclan.blogspot.com/2012/02/our-first-month-as-family-of-five.html' title='Our First Month As A Family Of Five'/><author><name>Flockhart Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726146940999043825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/SnBgxbQSEwI/AAAAAAAABPE/qxT29Q1CVTU/S220/P1010029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3VDjOoIA-54/TyiX2gK2ACI/AAAAAAAACzw/Jc8t4SL7h4c/s72-c/DSCN2087.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503191444330857281.post-6091446735274690428</id><published>2012-01-27T12:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T12:24:56.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We Are Still Alive</title><content type='html'>Well it has been a long time.&amp;nbsp; What can I say we had twins.&amp;nbsp; It has been a crazy last 10 months, but so worth the journey.&amp;nbsp; My goal for this year is to get caught up on my blog so I can print it into a book.&amp;nbsp; I am not sure how long it will take me, but the next few weeks I will try to get caught up.&amp;nbsp; Enjoy, because we sure have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7KtFJh31rcc/TyL5hYzYJJI/AAAAAAAACzo/DkeYk8b_pXY/s1600/DSCN2480.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7KtFJh31rcc/TyL5hYzYJJI/AAAAAAAACzo/DkeYk8b_pXY/s320/DSCN2480.JPG" width="320" /&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/5503191444330857281-6091446735274690428?l=flockhartclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flockhartclan.blogspot.com/feeds/6091446735274690428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5503191444330857281&amp;postID=6091446735274690428' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503191444330857281/posts/default/6091446735274690428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503191444330857281/posts/default/6091446735274690428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flockhartclan.blogspot.com/2012/01/we-are-still-alive.html' title='We Are Still Alive'/><author><name>Flockhart Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726146940999043825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/SnBgxbQSEwI/AAAAAAAABPE/qxT29Q1CVTU/S220/P1010029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7KtFJh31rcc/TyL5hYzYJJI/AAAAAAAACzo/DkeYk8b_pXY/s72-c/DSCN2480.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503191444330857281.post-6960202060320768618</id><published>2011-07-09T11:40:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T11:40:01.036-06:00</updated><title type='text'>First Baths At Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Since I had a C-section it is to hard for me to hold them long over the counter long enough to bathe them, so Daddy and Grandma Sheri have been doing all the bathing going on around here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2q5Gjg5zxnc/ThdCA2pEmoI/AAAAAAAACxk/kZH68pwTOZc/s1600/DSC08424.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" m$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2q5Gjg5zxnc/ThdCA2pEmoI/AAAAAAAACxk/kZH68pwTOZc/s400/DSC08424.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Peyton&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uJcha_Y3xU4/ThdCPQkMxdI/AAAAAAAACxo/rY2iBvUsrg4/s1600/DSC08425.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" m$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uJcha_Y3xU4/ThdCPQkMxdI/AAAAAAAACxo/rY2iBvUsrg4/s400/DSC08425.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iMy5MHXzeQ4/ThdE_MdPkqI/AAAAAAAACyI/nM8GpYdo3Is/s1600/DSC08431.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" m$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iMy5MHXzeQ4/ThdE_MdPkqI/AAAAAAAACyI/nM8GpYdo3Is/s400/DSC08431.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Our little Peyton is definantley the more mellow one.&amp;nbsp; She does not like her clothes off, but she usually doesn't cry as long as you make it quick.&amp;nbsp; She also likes the bath, and just laid there and loved the warm water on her.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kl2viewLm18/ThdCnkv0ElI/AAAAAAAACxw/7jZ5VqEa3ww/s1600/DSC08429.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" m$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kl2viewLm18/ThdCnkv0ElI/AAAAAAAACxw/7jZ5VqEa3ww/s400/DSC08429.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;What cute little buns!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gQYzd0OPbJU/ThdCyyUB3-I/AAAAAAAACx0/9V-uAXnY67o/s1600/DSC08434.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" m$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gQYzd0OPbJU/ThdCyyUB3-I/AAAAAAAACx0/9V-uAXnY67o/s400/DSC08434.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;As for out Tiny Teagan, she lets you know the second she does not like something.&amp;nbsp; She hates to have her diaper changed or to be naked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EzrQr0qs4MA/ThdC-2jh0QI/AAAAAAAACx4/ZQZPQflD3og/s1600/DSC08435.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" m$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EzrQr0qs4MA/ThdC-2jh0QI/AAAAAAAACx4/ZQZPQflD3og/s400/DSC08435.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She did calm down for&amp;nbsp;a little bit once she finally got warm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-81iLdTMQPbQ/ThdDMKkI5tI/AAAAAAAACx8/FP0xf0Pgzo4/s1600/DSC08437.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" m$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-81iLdTMQPbQ/ThdDMKkI5tI/AAAAAAAACx8/FP0xf0Pgzo4/s400/DSC08437.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I still can't get over how tiny she is with such a tiny face and buns!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8niMOXgRAzA/ThdDZpGtfxI/AAAAAAAACyA/94tBD3W3-C0/s1600/DSC08443.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" m$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8niMOXgRAzA/ThdDZpGtfxI/AAAAAAAACyA/94tBD3W3-C0/s320/DSC08443.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;All clean and in their cozy bed together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5503191444330857281-6960202060320768618?l=flockhartclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flockhartclan.blogspot.com/feeds/6960202060320768618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5503191444330857281&amp;postID=6960202060320768618' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503191444330857281/posts/default/6960202060320768618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503191444330857281/posts/default/6960202060320768618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flockhartclan.blogspot.com/2011/07/first-baths-at-home.html' title='First Baths At Home'/><author><name>Flockhart Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726146940999043825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/SnBgxbQSEwI/AAAAAAAABPE/qxT29Q1CVTU/S220/P1010029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2q5Gjg5zxnc/ThdCA2pEmoI/AAAAAAAACxk/kZH68pwTOZc/s72-c/DSC08424.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503191444330857281.post-6731262848436490509</id><published>2011-07-08T11:40:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T11:42:50.516-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bringing Home The Babies</title><content type='html'>After 4 days in the hospital we finally got to bring our little babies home.&amp;nbsp; It is always stressful when they tell you that you can take your child or children home.&amp;nbsp; Both times I have panicked a little.&amp;nbsp; Now knowing that the pressure is all on me to take care of them, but I was so looking forward to being home and in my own bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--84FkRkv_fc/Thc-I1CXI_I/AAAAAAAACxQ/mJM2amfXx8E/s1600/DSCN2070.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" m$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--84FkRkv_fc/Thc-I1CXI_I/AAAAAAAACxQ/mJM2amfXx8E/s400/DSCN2070.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Since they were so little, and had already lost a pound each&amp;nbsp;we had to make sure to not let them sleep any longer than 3 hours without food, so we could try and get their weights up as soon as possible.&amp;nbsp; It seems as if all we do is feed them and change their diapers.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y451K6Axvd0/Thc_AnVjMbI/AAAAAAAACxU/CfK3Qlrk8-w/s1600/DSCN2080.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" m$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y451K6Axvd0/Thc_AnVjMbI/AAAAAAAACxU/CfK3Qlrk8-w/s400/DSCN2080.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;MacRae was not so sure about them.&amp;nbsp; He was OK to look at them, but did not want to hold them.&amp;nbsp; So after 5 days I finally was able to talk him into holding them for a least one picture.&amp;nbsp; MacRae doesn't mind Mommy holding the babies so much, but he has been needing some extra time with his Daddy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eh9qWgJH6-Y/Thc_vDt6xXI/AAAAAAAACxY/DvtX2Kz2Cec/s1600/DSC08411.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" m$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eh9qWgJH6-Y/Thc_vDt6xXI/AAAAAAAACxY/DvtX2Kz2Cec/s320/DSC08411.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;In recovering from a C-Section nothing makes it better than cuddling in my bed with both of my sweet girls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--fvrKxHDkxw/Thc_8OF85yI/AAAAAAAACxc/9UWjVygxJGY/s1600/DSC08414.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" m$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--fvrKxHDkxw/Thc_8OF85yI/AAAAAAAACxc/9UWjVygxJGY/s320/DSC08414.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;They are the most happy when they are squished next to each other, and feel one another skin, and breath on each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-emG2USGlrWU/ThdAIyYK1hI/AAAAAAAACxg/4L03OYUOxKo/s1600/DSC08416.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" m$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-emG2USGlrWU/ThdAIyYK1hI/AAAAAAAACxg/4L03OYUOxKo/s320/DSC08416.JPG" width="320" /&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/5503191444330857281-6731262848436490509?l=flockhartclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flockhartclan.blogspot.com/feeds/6731262848436490509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5503191444330857281&amp;postID=6731262848436490509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503191444330857281/posts/default/6731262848436490509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503191444330857281/posts/default/6731262848436490509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flockhartclan.blogspot.com/2011/07/bringing-home-babies.html' title='Bringing Home The Babies'/><author><name>Flockhart Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726146940999043825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/SnBgxbQSEwI/AAAAAAAABPE/qxT29Q1CVTU/S220/P1010029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--84FkRkv_fc/Thc-I1CXI_I/AAAAAAAACxQ/mJM2amfXx8E/s72-c/DSCN2070.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503191444330857281.post-4149246874087301762</id><published>2011-04-28T13:30:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T13:34:03.748-06:00</updated><title type='text'>First Photo Shoot</title><content type='html'>We took the girls out for the pictures when they were only 1 week old, so we could get those new born shots.&amp;nbsp; It was stressful to have them out in the public so soon, but the pictures turned out so adorable.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TGY8dDb3Yig/Tbm14v2QERI/AAAAAAAACwA/eUVlKZWcVmA/s1600/2011-3908-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="285" j8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TGY8dDb3Yig/Tbm14v2QERI/AAAAAAAACwA/eUVlKZWcVmA/s400/2011-3908-1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Seriously could you get any cuter kids!!! What a proud Big Brother!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WK20tamdRzA/Tbm2KgNv2gI/AAAAAAAACwI/kfYIwvv_AWE/s1600/2011-3908-5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="285" j8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WK20tamdRzA/Tbm2KgNv2gI/AAAAAAAACwI/kfYIwvv_AWE/s400/2011-3908-5.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;MacRae's face cracks me up.&amp;nbsp; Poor little guy didn't know what he was getting himself into with 2 little sisters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;We did this shot with MacRae when he was 2 weeks old, so we wanted one's of the girls too.&amp;nbsp; It is amazing how tiny all my little preemies were, but how much bigger MacRae was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1gfSHDHHMoY/Tbm_BiMgKZI/AAAAAAAACw4/JGtQLUqaTpU/s1600/scan0005.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="288" j8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1gfSHDHHMoY/Tbm_BiMgKZI/AAAAAAAACw4/JGtQLUqaTpU/s400/scan0005.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;MacRae&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FkHUWGmkv6k/Tbm2Ps6ZpcI/AAAAAAAACwM/IQr0nOX45BA/s1600/2011-3908-8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="285" j8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FkHUWGmkv6k/Tbm2Ps6ZpcI/AAAAAAAACwM/IQr0nOX45BA/s400/2011-3908-8.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Peyton&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rmQwdRrzKe8/Tbm2UV__OfI/AAAAAAAACwQ/2NXZOI5X860/s1600/2011-3908-11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="285" j8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rmQwdRrzKe8/Tbm2UV__OfI/AAAAAAAACwQ/2NXZOI5X860/s400/2011-3908-11.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Teagan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AHj7L3DMH34/Tbm2isS-QEI/AAAAAAAACwU/W-h7ehp4IFE/s1600/2011-3908-15.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="285" j8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AHj7L3DMH34/Tbm2isS-QEI/AAAAAAAACwU/W-h7ehp4IFE/s400/2011-3908-15.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Our 2 Little Angels&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AfBPsRYySQg/Tbm2w4N4IyI/AAAAAAAACwY/-K57gWdtIbI/s1600/2011-3908-17.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="285" j8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AfBPsRYySQg/Tbm2w4N4IyI/AAAAAAAACwY/-K57gWdtIbI/s400/2011-3908-17.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Peyton&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5_ruaeVu3J0/Tbm25c-ZnEI/AAAAAAAACwc/xR4rtrWRr9E/s1600/2011-3908-28.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="285" j8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5_ruaeVu3J0/Tbm25c-ZnEI/AAAAAAAACwc/xR4rtrWRr9E/s400/2011-3908-28.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Teagan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dy869pXNWsQ/Tbm3GHkVmLI/AAAAAAAACwg/qS5NF12klM4/s1600/2011-3908-32.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="285" j8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dy869pXNWsQ/Tbm3GHkVmLI/AAAAAAAACwg/qS5NF12klM4/s400/2011-3908-32.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Peyton&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My cute Mom made these beautiful blankets for all three of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bj83_belo3Q/Tbm3VjOBHNI/AAAAAAAACwk/5zla7cZHMeQ/s1600/2011-3908-40.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" j8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bj83_belo3Q/Tbm3VjOBHNI/AAAAAAAACwk/5zla7cZHMeQ/s400/2011-3908-40.jpg" width="285" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Hhh1-6818XY/Tbm3hTC-JDI/AAAAAAAACwo/fn2wBlaLj9M/s1600/2011-3908-43.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="285" j8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Hhh1-6818XY/Tbm3hTC-JDI/AAAAAAAACwo/fn2wBlaLj9M/s400/2011-3908-43.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Teagan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GGUIgnyS5Rk/Tbm3tk04zUI/AAAAAAAACws/UK9SN2dhC_U/s1600/2011-3908-49.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" j8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GGUIgnyS5Rk/Tbm3tk04zUI/AAAAAAAACws/UK9SN2dhC_U/s400/2011-3908-49.jpg" width="285" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sxTWkvL88VU/Tbm359Rd3eI/AAAAAAAACww/ZATfvWrtFz8/s1600/2011-3908-50.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="285" j8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sxTWkvL88VU/Tbm359Rd3eI/AAAAAAAACww/ZATfvWrtFz8/s400/2011-3908-50.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I love this picture.&amp;nbsp; They look like little old men!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n8vgFq7nWos/Tbm4EGcCWeI/AAAAAAAACw0/459iUhSi2bk/s1600/2011-3908-55.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="285" j8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n8vgFq7nWos/Tbm4EGcCWeI/AAAAAAAACw0/459iUhSi2bk/s400/2011-3908-55.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;What sweet little babies.&amp;nbsp; I still cannot believe that they are both mine, and that they are finally here!&amp;nbsp; They are still so tiny, but so very healthy, and completely perfect!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5503191444330857281-4149246874087301762?l=flockhartclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flockhartclan.blogspot.com/feeds/4149246874087301762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5503191444330857281&amp;postID=4149246874087301762' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503191444330857281/posts/default/4149246874087301762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503191444330857281/posts/default/4149246874087301762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flockhartclan.blogspot.com/2011/04/first-photo-shoot.html' title='First Photo Shoot'/><author><name>Flockhart Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726146940999043825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/SnBgxbQSEwI/AAAAAAAABPE/qxT29Q1CVTU/S220/P1010029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TGY8dDb3Yig/Tbm14v2QERI/AAAAAAAACwA/eUVlKZWcVmA/s72-c/2011-3908-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503191444330857281.post-4993087112986950720</id><published>2011-04-25T18:02:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T12:43:59.097-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hospital Photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;They took these pictures in our hospital room one day. I thought for sure that they wouldn't turn out, but fell in love with them the minute I saw them and had to have them. I cannot get over how much they love each other, and it still has not changed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: purple; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Peyton Jane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jNvOknT-cF8/TbYHzbjW_rI/AAAAAAAACu8/qWI9d1StNXU/s1600/DSC_0003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" i8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jNvOknT-cF8/TbYHzbjW_rI/AAAAAAAACu8/qWI9d1StNXU/s400/DSC_0003.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7FIWJXU8T0Y/TbYH-WX8S4I/AAAAAAAACvA/ADRPd_LCGcs/s1600/DSC_0005.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" i8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7FIWJXU8T0Y/TbYH-WX8S4I/AAAAAAAACvA/ADRPd_LCGcs/s400/DSC_0005.jpg" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pi9FDeQnJWA/TbYIEfUOstI/AAAAAAAACvE/9HwRq0AqGus/s1600/DSC_0008.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" i8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pi9FDeQnJWA/TbYIEfUOstI/AAAAAAAACvE/9HwRq0AqGus/s400/DSC_0008.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BzUuFTYZmpg/TbYIK_o9XMI/AAAAAAAACvI/_VO_eqoKSaw/s1600/DSC_0014.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" i8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BzUuFTYZmpg/TbYIK_o9XMI/AAAAAAAACvI/_VO_eqoKSaw/s400/DSC_0014.jpg" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t4rbJkPQr9k/TbYIMiWCMMI/AAAAAAAACvM/OAfSup7Z-9s/s1600/DSC_0077.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" i8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t4rbJkPQr9k/TbYIMiWCMMI/AAAAAAAACvM/OAfSup7Z-9s/s400/DSC_0077.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Teagan Nicole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IcfBfU0GIDQ/TbYJZhkKM8I/AAAAAAAACvQ/VNGBW4r8sIw/s1600/DSC_0019.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" i8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IcfBfU0GIDQ/TbYJZhkKM8I/AAAAAAAACvQ/VNGBW4r8sIw/s400/DSC_0019.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TubCttguuUw/TbYJfodGytI/AAAAAAAACvU/vtdNc7R3ph4/s1600/DSC_0023.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" i8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TubCttguuUw/TbYJfodGytI/AAAAAAAACvU/vtdNc7R3ph4/s400/DSC_0023.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FBpmxqCgiSQ/TbYJibRuWfI/AAAAAAAACvY/k4DLYzfImtE/s1600/DSC_0029.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" i8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FBpmxqCgiSQ/TbYJibRuWfI/AAAAAAAACvY/k4DLYzfImtE/s400/DSC_0029.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ukAGZHcxySc/TbYJna3V5EI/AAAAAAAACvc/GI4NPDAE3yw/s1600/DSC_0032.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" i8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ukAGZHcxySc/TbYJna3V5EI/AAAAAAAACvc/GI4NPDAE3yw/s400/DSC_0032.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BgKud0B2uGo/TbYJr31n3tI/AAAAAAAACvg/9tOEgmTGpz0/s1600/DSC_0079.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" i8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BgKud0B2uGo/TbYJr31n3tI/AAAAAAAACvg/9tOEgmTGpz0/s400/DSC_0079.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Just The Two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVm6w5AiO_8/TbYKNC_RuKI/AAAAAAAACvk/ZI1-2GYpM1c/s1600/DSC_0037.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" i8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVm6w5AiO_8/TbYKNC_RuKI/AAAAAAAACvk/ZI1-2GYpM1c/s400/DSC_0037.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZYSf_ZViuOg/TbYKabuYBBI/AAAAAAAACvo/eAfF741m-Uw/s1600/DSC_0045.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" i8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZYSf_ZViuOg/TbYKabuYBBI/AAAAAAAACvo/eAfF741m-Uw/s400/DSC_0045.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k3rR-FUhmAc/TbYKjtMro-I/AAAAAAAACvs/QApFZfagMVU/s1600/DSC_0053.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" i8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k3rR-FUhmAc/TbYKjtMro-I/AAAAAAAACvs/QApFZfagMVU/s400/DSC_0053.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GbtIE0WGndQ/TbYKsy6fFPI/AAAAAAAACvw/iMoQkbpCHHg/s1600/DSC_0057.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" i8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GbtIE0WGndQ/TbYKsy6fFPI/AAAAAAAACvw/iMoQkbpCHHg/s400/DSC_0057.jpg" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pDCXrA8JXDM/TbYK2bsdKMI/AAAAAAAACv0/e-112BWuYk8/s1600/DSC_0063.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" i8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pDCXrA8JXDM/TbYK2bsdKMI/AAAAAAAACv0/e-112BWuYk8/s400/DSC_0063.jpg" width="266" /&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/5503191444330857281-4993087112986950720?l=flockhartclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flockhartclan.blogspot.com/feeds/4993087112986950720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5503191444330857281&amp;postID=4993087112986950720' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503191444330857281/posts/default/4993087112986950720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503191444330857281/posts/default/4993087112986950720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flockhartclan.blogspot.com/2011/04/hospital-photos.html' title='Hospital Photos'/><author><name>Flockhart Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726146940999043825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/SnBgxbQSEwI/AAAAAAAABPE/qxT29Q1CVTU/S220/P1010029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jNvOknT-cF8/TbYHzbjW_rI/AAAAAAAACu8/qWI9d1StNXU/s72-c/DSC_0003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503191444330857281.post-2060863848816308219</id><published>2011-04-22T21:47:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T21:58:42.949-06:00</updated><title type='text'>When 3 Became 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Zp1-CrQyCh8/TbI2GoVA_PI/AAAAAAAACtY/bLihLrZuGiE/s1600/DSCN2017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" i8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Zp1-CrQyCh8/TbI2GoVA_PI/AAAAAAAACtY/bLihLrZuGiE/s400/DSCN2017.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;My last Doctors apt was on March 24.&amp;nbsp; My OB checked me and there had been no progress, so we went ahead and planned on coming in the next day for a C-Section.&amp;nbsp; We were supposed to be there at 8am, but while we were getting ready we got a phone call telling us to come at 11am.&amp;nbsp; When we showed up at 11 they then told us that we were being pushed back yet again.&amp;nbsp; By this time I was starving and dieing of thirst since I hadn't eaten or drank anything since midnight the night before.&amp;nbsp; So by 2:30 they finally walked us down to the Operating Room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fpMaa-HjYMo/TbI2UgwDviI/AAAAAAAACtc/FSl_DTphhF8/s1600/DSCN2018.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" i8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fpMaa-HjYMo/TbI2UgwDviI/AAAAAAAACtc/FSl_DTphhF8/s400/DSCN2018.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Daddy All Ready To Go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-te_eFWvXCQU/TbI2nUUGKJI/AAAAAAAACto/_FTLEYAofiw/s1600/DSCN2022.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="height: 246px; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; width: 321px;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" i8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-te_eFWvXCQU/TbI2nUUGKJI/AAAAAAAACto/_FTLEYAofiw/s400/DSCN2022.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Our little Teagan was born first at 3:03 pm weighing in at 5lbs 12 oz, and measuring 18.5 inches long.&amp;nbsp; This little cutie started crying the second they took her out, and for about 2 hours after.&amp;nbsp; Apparently she was not ready to come out and was letting us know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BX3zDphTQI4/TbI2ttSOuVI/AAAAAAAACts/I47ZQ0FZ8II/s1600/DSCN2023.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" i8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BX3zDphTQI4/TbI2ttSOuVI/AAAAAAAACts/I47ZQ0FZ8II/s400/DSCN2023.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Then came our pretty Peyton.&amp;nbsp; She was born at 3:04 pm weighing in at 6 lbs 5 oz, and measuring &amp;nbsp;20 inches long.&amp;nbsp; This little mellow girl did not cry when she was born, and was just looking around taking it all in, until they made her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vhNC-zbD1vc/TbI2hvVr_MI/AAAAAAAACtk/kzzUXic0DY4/s1600/DSCN2021.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" i8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vhNC-zbD1vc/TbI2hvVr_MI/AAAAAAAACtk/kzzUXic0DY4/s400/DSCN2021.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Proud Daddy With His Beautiful Girls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fjKg_WurBKI/TbI2aWXCXgI/AAAAAAAACtg/33-98w9jn0w/s1600/DSCN2020.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" i8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fjKg_WurBKI/TbI2aWXCXgI/AAAAAAAACtg/33-98w9jn0w/s400/DSCN2020.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;When they were first born they held them up over the draping so I could see them, but it is only for a few seconds so I could not tell if they looked alike or how big they were, and then were taken by the NICU Doctor and Nurse to be checked out.&amp;nbsp; Stu then went to check on them, and see how they were doing.&amp;nbsp; Both were perfect, and beautiful.&amp;nbsp; When Stu came back the first thing I asked was if they were OK and if they looked alike.&amp;nbsp; To our surprise they looked totally different.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2BWBPfRYQbQ/TbI21myIhMI/AAAAAAAACtw/cLgBwSEUGvY/s1600/DSCN2035.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" i8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2BWBPfRYQbQ/TbI21myIhMI/AAAAAAAACtw/cLgBwSEUGvY/s320/DSCN2035.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Mommy Holding Them For The First Time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This C-section seemed to go a lot better than MacRae's, I guess it helps not to be on bed rest for 12 weeks prior.&amp;nbsp; I was so excited that they both got to come to our room with us.&amp;nbsp; Peyton got to stay they whole time, but Teagan had to go to the NICU, for only 2 hours since she was so small and couldn't keep herself warm.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-piXLKJfwHYE/TbI9ePetqfI/AAAAAAAACt0/IoHTDnOKBc0/s1600/DSC08292.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" i8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-piXLKJfwHYE/TbI9ePetqfI/AAAAAAAACt0/IoHTDnOKBc0/s400/DSC08292.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Peyton looks like the Tripp side.&amp;nbsp; She has light hair, with a hint of red, and rosie colored skin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iniJ5wRra18/TbI9pu8PxJI/AAAAAAAACt4/W-2YqEUOfgU/s1600/DSC08303.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" i8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iniJ5wRra18/TbI9pu8PxJI/AAAAAAAACt4/W-2YqEUOfgU/s400/DSC08303.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Teagan looks just like MacRae, but with Stu's eyes.&amp;nbsp; She is totally a Flockhart, and has olive skin and dark curly hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-te_eFWvXCQU/TbI2nUUGKJI/AAAAAAAACto/_FTLEYAofiw/s1600/DSCN2022.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" i8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-te_eFWvXCQU/TbI2nUUGKJI/AAAAAAAACto/_FTLEYAofiw/s320/DSCN2022.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2XMgwiQPQ8Q/TbI-hD66QRI/AAAAAAAACuY/_hSUr3e9zuc/s1600/DSC08365.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" i8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2XMgwiQPQ8Q/TbI-hD66QRI/AAAAAAAACuY/_hSUr3e9zuc/s400/DSC08365.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Peyton Left &amp;amp; Teagan Right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5Q50AmVMzPU/TbI-mNqE-iI/AAAAAAAACuc/nvInFMq-_Yg/s1600/DSC08370.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" i8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5Q50AmVMzPU/TbI-mNqE-iI/AAAAAAAACuc/nvInFMq-_Yg/s400/DSC08370.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--wOoKFERs1s/TbI91Cb9chI/AAAAAAAACt8/OgU56AIE49c/s1600/DSC08331.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" i8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--wOoKFERs1s/TbI91Cb9chI/AAAAAAAACt8/OgU56AIE49c/s400/DSC08331.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My parents brought MacRae to come see his babies first.&amp;nbsp; He seemed so big to me, and I finally realized that he is not my baby anymore.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SqsJqKdUqIE/TbI97C_rl7I/AAAAAAAACuA/cQxVEwpfoow/s1600/DSC08336.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" i8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SqsJqKdUqIE/TbI97C_rl7I/AAAAAAAACuA/cQxVEwpfoow/s320/DSC08336.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;He wasn't too sure about holding them, but loved to sit with dad and check out all of their features.&amp;nbsp; He just kept telling us how tiny their little hands and ears were, for about 5 min.&amp;nbsp;and then he was off to play.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gO-BhfRsc8I/TbI-BPqaWGI/AAAAAAAACuE/nNvwIbQfXas/s1600/DSC08333.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" i8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gO-BhfRsc8I/TbI-BPqaWGI/AAAAAAAACuE/nNvwIbQfXas/s400/DSC08333.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A pro at holding both from the very beginning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KD2WsC3dCWc/TbI-Pqp8L8I/AAAAAAAACuM/dzRpJurPFSI/s1600/DSC08340.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" i8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KD2WsC3dCWc/TbI-Pqp8L8I/AAAAAAAACuM/dzRpJurPFSI/s320/DSC08340.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Grandma Sheri&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TpkGHPEuqTc/TbI-XL7TnOI/AAAAAAAACuQ/wNVaMHca6lw/s1600/DSC08343.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" i8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TpkGHPEuqTc/TbI-XL7TnOI/AAAAAAAACuQ/wNVaMHca6lw/s320/DSC08343.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Papa Steve who these 2 little darlings are lucky enough to be born on this amazing mans Birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EQGy3_dt6xE/TbI-JInk2vI/AAAAAAAACuI/XmXUTsEtmUo/s1600/DSC08339.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" i8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EQGy3_dt6xE/TbI-JInk2vI/AAAAAAAACuI/XmXUTsEtmUo/s400/DSC08339.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Grandma Heather&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vny_7tu0bxU/TbI-ahXWSmI/AAAAAAAACuU/sTcpMLjJcLw/s1600/DSC08345.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" i8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vny_7tu0bxU/TbI-ahXWSmI/AAAAAAAACuU/sTcpMLjJcLw/s400/DSC08345.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Papa Drew&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The grandparents could not have been more excited.&amp;nbsp; We called them both to tell them, that the babies had been born and they both showed up at the same time within&amp;nbsp; a half hour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IYDmu5PMEP0/TbI-6vaH2dI/AAAAAAAACuo/AY004zAMxSs/s1600/DSCN2067.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" i8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IYDmu5PMEP0/TbI-6vaH2dI/AAAAAAAACuo/AY004zAMxSs/s320/DSCN2067.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;These 2 little cuties loved to be right next to each other.&amp;nbsp; The nurses did not like us putting them in the same bassinet, because then they couldn't tell which one was which, but anytime they got fussy we put them together, and they would move closer to each other so they were touching and clam right down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BhyCdW3bzXE/TbI_Bf-XZWI/AAAAAAAACus/XQix2z-j38U/s1600/DSCN2068.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" i8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BhyCdW3bzXE/TbI_Bf-XZWI/AAAAAAAACus/XQix2z-j38U/s320/DSCN2068.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Teagan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;After 4 days, and lots of visitors&amp;nbsp;we finally all&amp;nbsp;got to go home.&amp;nbsp; Neither one was too excited about being in their car seats, and cried until they were in the car, and on our way home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5nklP95E2YY/TbI_IaWw7XI/AAAAAAAACuw/7cyMiHaexPE/s1600/DSCN2069.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" i8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5nklP95E2YY/TbI_IaWw7XI/AAAAAAAACuw/7cyMiHaexPE/s320/DSCN2069.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Peyton&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XYoP9QcO52Q/TbI-s6bUu5I/AAAAAAAACug/amQHM7gL-6s/s1600/DSC08404.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" i8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XYoP9QcO52Q/TbI-s6bUu5I/AAAAAAAACug/amQHM7gL-6s/s320/DSC08404.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The entire time I was in the hospital all I could keep thinking was that they were both mine, and I got to take them home.&amp;nbsp; It took a lot to finally get these babies.&amp;nbsp; It was very hard on us emotionally, financially, and mentally, but after holding them in my arms for the first time, it was totally worth, and I instantly forgot about all the pain.&amp;nbsp; We are so blessed to be trusted with these two little babies to have in our family.&amp;nbsp; I was worried I would not love them as much as I love MacRae, but it is amazing how much love&amp;nbsp;a person has for their children!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&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/5503191444330857281-2060863848816308219?l=flockhartclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flockhartclan.blogspot.com/feeds/2060863848816308219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5503191444330857281&amp;postID=2060863848816308219' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503191444330857281/posts/default/2060863848816308219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503191444330857281/posts/default/2060863848816308219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flockhartclan.blogspot.com/2011/04/when-3-became-5.html' title='When 3 Became 5'/><author><name>Flockhart Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726146940999043825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/SnBgxbQSEwI/AAAAAAAABPE/qxT29Q1CVTU/S220/P1010029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Zp1-CrQyCh8/TbI2GoVA_PI/AAAAAAAACtY/bLihLrZuGiE/s72-c/DSCN2017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503191444330857281.post-6747966298260437515</id><published>2011-03-23T09:38:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T09:39:01.735-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Only 2 More Days!!!</title><content type='html'>I feel&amp;nbsp;like I have been living at the hospital lately.&amp;nbsp; I have been going twice a week for Non-Stress Tests, and once a week to see my Dr.&amp;nbsp; Our little girls are doing amazing and pass all their tests within the first 25 min of being on the monitors.&amp;nbsp; It has been fun to watch them grow and change each week.&amp;nbsp; I have been able to see hair on one of their little heads, lots of hiccups, and both of them trying to breathe on their own.&amp;nbsp; I have also been getting checked each week, to see if any progress has been happening in hopes of a vaginal birth.&amp;nbsp; Nothing seems to be going on down there.&amp;nbsp; My&amp;nbsp;Dr has told me to increase my&amp;nbsp;activity to try and move things along.&amp;nbsp; Easier said then done, when you are hauling an enormous stomach that measures 47 1/2 weeks one way and 60 the other, around with you. &amp;nbsp;It is funny that I could barely keep one baby in, and I can't get 2 out!!!&amp;nbsp; They are both now head down, so we will keep hoping for me to go into labor on my own.&amp;nbsp; If not I have a C-section scheduled for the 25th.&amp;nbsp; Either way is fine with me as long as they are safe.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is so crazy to me that I am already done being pregnant, because&amp;nbsp;I absolutely love&amp;nbsp;it. This time around has been a lot more uncomfortable for sure, and sleep has not come easy.&amp;nbsp; I used to not be able to breathe when I&amp;nbsp;would lay&amp;nbsp;down, because they were so high, but now that they have moved down a little it feels like my ribs are going to break.&amp;nbsp; I guess it is just preparing me for no sleep when they come home.&amp;nbsp; I also never thought that peeing my pants would stop being embarrassing and happen a lot more than I would like to admit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my final ultrasound&amp;nbsp;on Monday,&amp;nbsp;to measure their weight and growth.&amp;nbsp; They looked perfect, and are practicing breathing on their own, which is&amp;nbsp;a very good sign that their lungs are developed.&amp;nbsp; The Dr's are very happy with their development, and said that they are good to come on Friday.&amp;nbsp; We can hardly wait to hold them in our arms, and be able to bring them home with us!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5503191444330857281-6747966298260437515?l=flockhartclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flockhartclan.blogspot.com/feeds/6747966298260437515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5503191444330857281&amp;postID=6747966298260437515' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503191444330857281/posts/default/6747966298260437515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503191444330857281/posts/default/6747966298260437515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flockhartclan.blogspot.com/2011/03/only-2-more-days.html' title='Only 2 More Days!!!'/><author><name>Flockhart Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726146940999043825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/SnBgxbQSEwI/AAAAAAAABPE/qxT29Q1CVTU/S220/P1010029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503191444330857281.post-7232100946987539174</id><published>2011-03-14T12:15:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T12:15:00.204-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Shower</title><content type='html'>My Mom, Mother-In-Law, Sisters, and Sister-In-Laws gave me and my sweet babies the most amazing baby shower.&amp;nbsp; From the food to the decoration's, to all the people I love, I could not get over how great it was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-qZOdErT_M00/TXE7f1lyEPI/AAAAAAAACso/PT_6nzHQpm0/s1600/DSC08198.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" l6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-qZOdErT_M00/TXE7f1lyEPI/AAAAAAAACso/PT_6nzHQpm0/s400/DSC08198.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Pictures of the Ladies of Honor to start the party off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-_f8kQ2OPvFY/TXE7k2AJhtI/AAAAAAAACss/dch4z2IlxB0/s1600/DSC08199.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" l6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-_f8kQ2OPvFY/TXE7k2AJhtI/AAAAAAAACss/dch4z2IlxB0/s400/DSC08199.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;At 33 weeks.&amp;nbsp; Amazing that skin can stretch that far.&amp;nbsp; Measuring in at 44 Weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-c8j3z8uXobo/TXE8EAQDc6I/AAAAAAAACsw/h2Xf-QUwYoU/s1600/DSC08196.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" l6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-c8j3z8uXobo/TXE8EAQDc6I/AAAAAAAACsw/h2Xf-QUwYoU/s400/DSC08196.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Sweet baby Abbie to love on!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-NHOnrb7Wn6Q/TXE8WDHzzxI/AAAAAAAACs0/mW27Bx36ECk/s1600/DSC08228.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" l6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-NHOnrb7Wn6Q/TXE8WDHzzxI/AAAAAAAACs0/mW27Bx36ECk/s400/DSC08228.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Adorable cake, made by my sweet Sister-In-Law Shona.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-tsFU_x-858c/TXE8jA1mkcI/AAAAAAAACs4/niZinICHPCM/s1600/DSC08213.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" l6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-tsFU_x-858c/TXE8jA1mkcI/AAAAAAAACs4/niZinICHPCM/s400/DSC08213.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Diaper Cake, and Hand Made Afghans, made by the Talented Grandma Sheri.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-N98qQgu3-Z8/TXE9Ds8l26I/AAAAAAAACs8/6d8JmajxS9E/s1600/DSC08232.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" l6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-N98qQgu3-Z8/TXE9Ds8l26I/AAAAAAAACs8/6d8JmajxS9E/s400/DSC08232.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The BBB Book Club Girls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-yo3RwKqYeXM/TXE9fPOInQI/AAAAAAAACtA/mYZwYCj8uEk/s1600/DSC08214.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" l6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-yo3RwKqYeXM/TXE9fPOInQI/AAAAAAAACtA/mYZwYCj8uEk/s400/DSC08214.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And All My Beautiful Friends &amp;amp; Family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-xYz0VtNjkK4/TXE9j_i1mdI/AAAAAAAACtE/JKXefwmqRa4/s1600/DSC08216.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" l6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-xYz0VtNjkK4/TXE9j_i1mdI/AAAAAAAACtE/JKXefwmqRa4/s400/DSC08216.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-LFFyjBpg5d0/TXE9pFLiqJI/AAAAAAAACtI/M5054bUtT2U/s1600/DSC08218.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" l6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-LFFyjBpg5d0/TXE9pFLiqJI/AAAAAAAACtI/M5054bUtT2U/s400/DSC08218.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-h5BDFFtZGWQ/TXE9vDMnNyI/AAAAAAAACtM/dt-dqmduR5U/s1600/DSC08219.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" l6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-h5BDFFtZGWQ/TXE9vDMnNyI/AAAAAAAACtM/dt-dqmduR5U/s400/DSC08219.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Thank you so much to all of those that came, sent gifts, and put lots of energy and money into making this an amazing day for me.&amp;nbsp; I will not have to buy Clothes, Diapers, or Wipes for quite awhile.&amp;nbsp; I love you all so much, and cannot wait to have our sweet baby girls here soon!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5503191444330857281-7232100946987539174?l=flockhartclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flockhartclan.blogspot.com/feeds/7232100946987539174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5503191444330857281&amp;postID=7232100946987539174' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503191444330857281/posts/default/7232100946987539174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503191444330857281/posts/default/7232100946987539174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flockhartclan.blogspot.com/2011/03/baby-shower.html' title='Baby Shower'/><author><name>Flockhart Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726146940999043825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/SnBgxbQSEwI/AAAAAAAABPE/qxT29Q1CVTU/S220/P1010029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-qZOdErT_M00/TXE7f1lyEPI/AAAAAAAACso/PT_6nzHQpm0/s72-c/DSC08198.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503191444330857281.post-6792773545016946816</id><published>2011-03-11T11:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T11:35:00.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Time At The Dentist</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-lEnzLukSZu8/TXExFUXTrZI/AAAAAAAACsc/BQMlaOxxy9Q/s1600/DSCN1999.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" l6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-lEnzLukSZu8/TXExFUXTrZI/AAAAAAAACsc/BQMlaOxxy9Q/s400/DSCN1999.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;MacRae's first trip to the dentist was such a success.&amp;nbsp; When we first got there he had just barely woken up so he was a little unsure about what was going on, but once he saw that Daddy was there he calmed right down as usual.&amp;nbsp; He didn't want to lay in the chair by himself, so when Dad offered to lay with him, he climbed right up.&amp;nbsp; There is something about a big strong Daddy that makes everything better.&amp;nbsp; The hygienist was super good, and very patient.&amp;nbsp; MacRae let her take X-Rays, polish his teeth, and even floss.&amp;nbsp; He thought that the thing that sprays water, and the thing that sucks up the spit were so funny, and would laugh every time she used them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-B9hb1cH9Y3M/TXExI6-VdGI/AAAAAAAACsg/-HZgVKt2NUU/s1600/DSCN2000.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" l6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-B9hb1cH9Y3M/TXExI6-VdGI/AAAAAAAACsg/-HZgVKt2NUU/s400/DSCN2000.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; When he was all finished she let him pick a new tooth brush and got to pick a prize out of the treasure chest.&amp;nbsp; His favorite part of the whole thing, was getting a new toothbrush that has a suction cup on the bottom, just like his Buddy Tanner's.&amp;nbsp; I can't get over how well he did, it makes me realize how big he really has gotten, and how amazing a little boy he is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5503191444330857281-6792773545016946816?l=flockhartclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flockhartclan.blogspot.com/feeds/6792773545016946816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5503191444330857281&amp;postID=6792773545016946816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503191444330857281/posts/default/6792773545016946816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503191444330857281/posts/default/6792773545016946816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flockhartclan.blogspot.com/2011/03/1st-time-at-dentist.html' title='1st Time At The Dentist'/><author><name>Flockhart Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726146940999043825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/SnBgxbQSEwI/AAAAAAAABPE/qxT29Q1CVTU/S220/P1010029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-lEnzLukSZu8/TXExFUXTrZI/AAAAAAAACsc/BQMlaOxxy9Q/s72-c/DSCN1999.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503191444330857281.post-6066209537353970336</id><published>2011-03-08T11:17:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T10:51:30.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Dream Come True</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;For those of you that know MacRae know how much he loves anything to do with Fireman.&amp;nbsp; He has been waiting so long for his Pre-School class to finally take there field trip to the West Jordan Fire Station.&amp;nbsp; It finally came the day last week, and he could not have been more excited.&amp;nbsp; I asked him if he wanted to wear his fireman costume, and he just looked at me with the most serious face, and said "Mom they will think I am a real fireman."&amp;nbsp; Too Cute!&amp;nbsp; So he decided on just his fireman boots.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-S1nCvAvF9Tc/TXEuJipHlYI/AAAAAAAACrw/VkwyYRorQH4/s1600/DSCN1978.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" l6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-S1nCvAvF9Tc/TXEuJipHlYI/AAAAAAAACrw/VkwyYRorQH4/s400/DSCN1978.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Holding The Fire Hose Nozzle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-SpWnGxG38Lk/TXEuYIfiKFI/AAAAAAAACr0/zo4Hk-0cutM/s1600/DSCN1981.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" l6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-SpWnGxG38Lk/TXEuYIfiKFI/AAAAAAAACr0/zo4Hk-0cutM/s400/DSCN1981.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Inside The Fire Truck&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-83nfk8Gah54/TXEuk8eqmnI/AAAAAAAACr4/rj0UZ-fG110/s1600/DSCN1982.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" l6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-83nfk8Gah54/TXEuk8eqmnI/AAAAAAAACr4/rj0UZ-fG110/s400/DSCN1982.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Wearing The Headphones &amp;amp; Sitting With His Friends Kiaya &amp;amp; Carter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-6sTWkrWRURU/TXEu2gAp4VI/AAAAAAAACr8/BTww7wReRtg/s1600/DSCN1985.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" l6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-6sTWkrWRURU/TXEu2gAp4VI/AAAAAAAACr8/BTww7wReRtg/s400/DSCN1985.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Riding Shot Gun.&amp;nbsp; Could Not Be Happier!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-yt2YKDFlqaE/TXEvGxwQx4I/AAAAAAAACsA/sAGmVBDtYtw/s1600/DSCN1988.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" l6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-yt2YKDFlqaE/TXEvGxwQx4I/AAAAAAAACsA/sAGmVBDtYtw/s400/DSCN1988.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;MacRae was so excited when they asked if anyone wanted to try on the fireman gear, and was the first in line to try on a "Real Helmet" as he kept telling me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-JuzXIx61rGc/TXEvagaP9aI/AAAAAAAACsE/vfzWRPRP8Zc/s1600/DSCN1990.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" l6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-JuzXIx61rGc/TXEvagaP9aI/AAAAAAAACsE/vfzWRPRP8Zc/s400/DSCN1990.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Daddy was so sad that he couldn't make it, so MacRae wanted the next best thing Papa Steve.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-ssOkww9rahg/TXEv1_P5V7I/AAAAAAAACsI/jhf31HoCtRM/s1600/DSCN1995.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" l6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-ssOkww9rahg/TXEv1_P5V7I/AAAAAAAACsI/jhf31HoCtRM/s400/DSCN1995.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Checking out the Ambulance.&amp;nbsp; I am sure he is the only one to have ridden in one twice before turning 3.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-5bktg6kMvqo/TXEwRKl9RrI/AAAAAAAACsM/4oWkKzjAoKY/s1600/DSCN1991.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" l6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-5bktg6kMvqo/TXEwRKl9RrI/AAAAAAAACsM/4oWkKzjAoKY/s400/DSCN1991.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;His Cute Class&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-j8f6Uvu8kUk/TXEwdTldiXI/AAAAAAAACsQ/XrzWpFTiGF0/s1600/DSCN1994.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" l6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-j8f6Uvu8kUk/TXEwdTldiXI/AAAAAAAACsQ/XrzWpFTiGF0/s400/DSCN1994.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It was such a fun day, and defiantly worth the wait to see the smile&amp;nbsp;on this little face!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&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/5503191444330857281-6066209537353970336?l=flockhartclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flockhartclan.blogspot.com/feeds/6066209537353970336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5503191444330857281&amp;postID=6066209537353970336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503191444330857281/posts/default/6066209537353970336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503191444330857281/posts/default/6066209537353970336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flockhartclan.blogspot.com/2011/03/dream-come-true.html' title='A Dream Come True'/><author><name>Flockhart Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726146940999043825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/SnBgxbQSEwI/AAAAAAAABPE/qxT29Q1CVTU/S220/P1010029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-S1nCvAvF9Tc/TXEuJipHlYI/AAAAAAAACrw/VkwyYRorQH4/s72-c/DSCN1978.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503191444330857281.post-1398411591912005744</id><published>2011-03-04T11:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T11:17:24.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty In Pink!!!</title><content type='html'>We finally got the girls bedroom finished.&amp;nbsp; I can't believe how fun it was to decorate.&amp;nbsp; I was not much help in the painting and putting furniture together, but Stu was a good sport moving things around until I liked where they were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-yQzsc_PQ2ug/TXErstI15pI/AAAAAAAACrU/yFX-tRDUG1c/s1600/DSCN2001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" l6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-yQzsc_PQ2ug/TXErstI15pI/AAAAAAAACrU/yFX-tRDUG1c/s400/DSCN2001.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-DQ0fKKWj2aE/TXErxjsLtMI/AAAAAAAACrY/GCzg87zsSrM/s1600/DSCN2008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" l6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-DQ0fKKWj2aE/TXErxjsLtMI/AAAAAAAACrY/GCzg87zsSrM/s400/DSCN2008.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-sdNl1_woMIg/TXEr2wOZUeI/AAAAAAAACrc/Z4I5Ur-KgKQ/s1600/DSCN2009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" l6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-sdNl1_woMIg/TXEr2wOZUeI/AAAAAAAACrc/Z4I5Ur-KgKQ/s400/DSCN2009.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Myd3raI91-k/TXEr-Es811I/AAAAAAAACrg/2gpKnSJ5HL8/s1600/DSCN2010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" l6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Myd3raI91-k/TXEr-Es811I/AAAAAAAACrg/2gpKnSJ5HL8/s400/DSCN2010.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-b2EbC1OmYiA/TXEsE5W_a0I/AAAAAAAACrk/aEEutBqOPXI/s1600/DSCN2011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" l6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-b2EbC1OmYiA/TXEsE5W_a0I/AAAAAAAACrk/aEEutBqOPXI/s400/DSCN2011.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Now we just need 2 little cuties to put in it!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5503191444330857281-1398411591912005744?l=flockhartclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flockhartclan.blogspot.com/feeds/1398411591912005744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5503191444330857281&amp;postID=1398411591912005744' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503191444330857281/posts/default/1398411591912005744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503191444330857281/posts/default/1398411591912005744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flockhartclan.blogspot.com/2011/03/pretty-in-pink.html' title='Pretty In Pink!!!'/><author><name>Flockhart Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726146940999043825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/SnBgxbQSEwI/AAAAAAAABPE/qxT29Q1CVTU/S220/P1010029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-yQzsc_PQ2ug/TXErstI15pI/AAAAAAAACrU/yFX-tRDUG1c/s72-c/DSCN2001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503191444330857281.post-4880899139597627175</id><published>2011-03-01T13:18:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T13:18:00.732-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally We Have Names</title><content type='html'>We have been trying to decide on names, ever since we found out that we were having 2 little girls.&amp;nbsp; It has been so hard to decide on something.&amp;nbsp; We knew middle names from the begining, but were stuck on first names.&amp;nbsp; But we have finally decided,&amp;nbsp;Stu ended up picking one and I picked the other.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Teagan Nicole Flockhart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Peyton Jane Flockhart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;Now all we have to do is wait and decide who is who?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5503191444330857281-4880899139597627175?l=flockhartclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flockhartclan.blogspot.com/feeds/4880899139597627175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5503191444330857281&amp;postID=4880899139597627175' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503191444330857281/posts/default/4880899139597627175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503191444330857281/posts/default/4880899139597627175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flockhartclan.blogspot.com/2011/02/finally-we-have-names.html' title='Finally We Have Names'/><author><name>Flockhart Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726146940999043825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/SnBgxbQSEwI/AAAAAAAABPE/qxT29Q1CVTU/S220/P1010029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503191444330857281.post-6833212864487498073</id><published>2011-02-22T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T13:26:33.722-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentines Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KWDaoLSTmCE/TWQQZdmiTSI/AAAAAAAACqo/MPgm8NoI1fI/s1600/DSCN1970.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" j6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KWDaoLSTmCE/TWQQZdmiTSI/AAAAAAAACqo/MPgm8NoI1fI/s400/DSCN1970.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We had talked about Valentines for the last couple of weeks, and MacRae helped me put up decorations.&amp;nbsp; I wanted to start our own Valentines tradition, so I bought this cute mailbox and let him decorate it with foam stickers.&amp;nbsp; Over the last few weeks we have left little surprises in it for him, like money, candy, and random stuff.&amp;nbsp; He also has been putting toys of his own in it and giving it to us.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VzY68DZLYA0/TWQQtUALn5I/AAAAAAAACqs/LHCiS6nLfOs/s1600/DSCN1972.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" j6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VzY68DZLYA0/TWQQtUALn5I/AAAAAAAACqs/LHCiS6nLfOs/s400/DSCN1972.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We told him the night before that tomorrow was Valentines Day and that he would get some gifts.&amp;nbsp; So when he went to bed he was so excited.&amp;nbsp; The next morning when he crawled in our bed to wake us up he had forgotten, so I told him that I had a surprise for him in his room.&amp;nbsp; He was so excited that there was candy, and presents, and a even a present from Grandma Sheri and Papa Steve too!&amp;nbsp; He was so excited that he got new Lego sets, one a policeman on a motorcycle, and the other a search and rescue fire fighter.&amp;nbsp; I love this little guy so much, and love to buy him&amp;nbsp; new things, and see how excited he gets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Well my other Valentine was deathly ill with the flu so&amp;nbsp;me and MacRae spent the day together.&amp;nbsp; We went out to lunch, and did some shopping just the 2 of us.&amp;nbsp; It doesn't get any better than that.&amp;nbsp; We then went to a Ultrasound appointment together to check up on our baby Sisters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;They are doing amazing Baby A is head down and weighing in at 4 lbs 2 oz. and&amp;nbsp; Baby B is head up and weighing in at 3 lbs. 11 oz.&amp;nbsp; They are exactly the right size for how many weeks they are, if they were single babies.&amp;nbsp; So they are do amazing for twins.&amp;nbsp; They are moving constantly, and are causing a lot of sleepless nights, but are worth every minute of it.&amp;nbsp; Every time I go to the doctor I set myself up for hearing that something is wrong, but every time I am proven wrong and they are perfect.&amp;nbsp; It is so hard to have faith in something, when you have dealt with so much heartache, but I just have to be patient and do everything that I can to get them here safely.&amp;nbsp; Here is a picture of Baby B, since A is to buried to get a profile pic.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LCAWZwZAMlE/TWQXJWhkuSI/AAAAAAAACq4/q4RieawSzw4/s1600/Feb+14+Baby+B.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="317" j6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LCAWZwZAMlE/TWQXJWhkuSI/AAAAAAAACq4/q4RieawSzw4/s400/Feb+14+Baby+B.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I love this picture of her little profile. I can't wait to see what she looks like, since she has the exact&amp;nbsp;same profile as her handsome&amp;nbsp;Big Brother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We were sad not to spend the day with Stu, and felt so bad for him that he was sick for so long.&amp;nbsp; But I couldn't have asked for a better day with my 3 sweet babies!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5503191444330857281-6833212864487498073?l=flockhartclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flockhartclan.blogspot.com/feeds/6833212864487498073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5503191444330857281&amp;postID=6833212864487498073' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503191444330857281/posts/default/6833212864487498073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503191444330857281/posts/default/6833212864487498073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flockhartclan.blogspot.com/2011/02/valentines-day.html' title='Valentines Day'/><author><name>Flockhart Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726146940999043825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/SnBgxbQSEwI/AAAAAAAABPE/qxT29Q1CVTU/S220/P1010029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KWDaoLSTmCE/TWQQZdmiTSI/AAAAAAAACqo/MPgm8NoI1fI/s72-c/DSCN1970.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503191444330857281.post-55031056833959706</id><published>2011-02-09T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T21:11:37.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PJ Party At Preschool</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OGA5wDublBE/TVNkOZs1e5I/AAAAAAAACqk/Ie4zKl5H5ec/s1600/DSCN1958.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OGA5wDublBE/TVNkOZs1e5I/AAAAAAAACqk/Ie4zKl5H5ec/s400/DSCN1958.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;MacRae learns a different letter every week at school.&amp;nbsp; This week was the letter "P".&amp;nbsp; So he got to have a pajama party at school and wear his PJ's.&amp;nbsp; This little boy was so excited, and could hardly wait until the day came.&amp;nbsp; He loves to wear his PJ's and loves to go to school, so when you put them together he couldn't have been happier.&amp;nbsp; He seriously has the cutest teacher, who was in her PJ's too.&amp;nbsp; When he got home I asked him what he did at his party, and all he could remember was that they had popcorn, one of his other favorite things.&amp;nbsp; What happened to the days that we were all so easily amused by the simple things in life?&amp;nbsp; And That face, nothing makes me happier than seeing that little smile, and knowing he is so happy!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5503191444330857281-55031056833959706?l=flockhartclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flockhartclan.blogspot.com/feeds/55031056833959706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5503191444330857281&amp;postID=55031056833959706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503191444330857281/posts/default/55031056833959706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503191444330857281/posts/default/55031056833959706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flockhartclan.blogspot.com/2011/02/pj-party-at-preschool.html' title='PJ Party At Preschool'/><author><name>Flockhart Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726146940999043825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/SnBgxbQSEwI/AAAAAAAABPE/qxT29Q1CVTU/S220/P1010029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OGA5wDublBE/TVNkOZs1e5I/AAAAAAAACqk/Ie4zKl5H5ec/s72-c/DSCN1958.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503191444330857281.post-4529456690796921360</id><published>2011-02-01T11:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T11:04:12.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Stu!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TUhGwDLY0cI/AAAAAAAACqU/WJrj9Ikq-B8/s1600/IMG_7856+textured.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TUhGwDLY0cI/AAAAAAAACqU/WJrj9Ikq-B8/s400/IMG_7856+textured.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Well we got to celebrate Stu's Birthday for an entire week.&amp;nbsp; The weekend before his actual birthday my parents took MacRae for the the weekend.&amp;nbsp; Since I can no longer travel our plans of golfing in St George had to be postponed, but we did get to spend a relaxing weekend just the 2 of us.&amp;nbsp; We went out to dinner every night, saw to movies, slept in, and enjoyed a couples massage.&amp;nbsp; It was so nice to just be together with no added stress.&amp;nbsp; We then had a little party at Stu's parents house for him.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It was so cute to see how excited MacRae was for his daddy's birthday.&amp;nbsp; He came with me to get his presents and he kept it a secret up until the day before.&amp;nbsp; Pretty good for a 3 year old.&amp;nbsp;The day before we decorated the kitchen and bought him a cake and of course balloons, MacRae was so excited to pick them out.&amp;nbsp;The morning of his actual birthday MacRae woke up at 6:30 am and the first thing he asked was if it was his Daddy's birthday yet.&amp;nbsp; When I told him yes he ran to his room and got the presents that he had stashed under his bed (so Daddy wouldn't see them).&amp;nbsp; I am so mad that I forgot to take any pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This man is truly amazing.&amp;nbsp; I often wonder what I did to deserve such a incredible father and husband.&amp;nbsp; The day we found out that we were having 2 little girls, his main concernn was that he didn't know how to change girls diapers or do their hair, when most Dad's would have been freaking out.&amp;nbsp; But that is just his personality, he always looks for the positive in things.&amp;nbsp; I love him so much and I am so grateful for all that he does for us.&amp;nbsp; Since I have gotten further along, he has become our new housekeeper.&amp;nbsp; I have never seen my toilets or showers look so clean.&amp;nbsp; He puts lotion and my socks on for me every day, since I can't reach them anymore.&amp;nbsp; It is the little things that he does that make me fall in love with him even more.&amp;nbsp; I know that I have been a roller coaster of emotions the last 2 years, but he has been there for me every step of the way.&amp;nbsp; I cannot imagine my life without, I am so lucky that I don't ever have to.&amp;nbsp; I love you so much Baby, and I hope you had a Happy Birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5503191444330857281-4529456690796921360?l=flockhartclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flockhartclan.blogspot.com/feeds/4529456690796921360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5503191444330857281&amp;postID=4529456690796921360' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503191444330857281/posts/default/4529456690796921360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503191444330857281/posts/default/4529456690796921360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flockhartclan.blogspot.com/2011/02/happy-birthday-stu.html' title='Happy Birthday Stu!!!'/><author><name>Flockhart Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726146940999043825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/SnBgxbQSEwI/AAAAAAAABPE/qxT29Q1CVTU/S220/P1010029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TUhGwDLY0cI/AAAAAAAACqU/WJrj9Ikq-B8/s72-c/IMG_7856+textured.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503191444330857281.post-2708946769758938951</id><published>2011-01-15T12:01:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T12:01:00.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy Or Creative?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TSoFpHwvxVI/AAAAAAAACqI/wT0tuGr1cL0/s1600/DSCN1937.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TSoFpHwvxVI/AAAAAAAACqI/wT0tuGr1cL0/s400/DSCN1937.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Since it has been so cold outside, we have started putting Stoggie on the treadmill to get some exercise.&amp;nbsp; At first we had to dangle string cheese in front of his face to motivate him to stay on.&amp;nbsp; Now he is a champ he jumps on and will stay on for at least 20 minutes.&amp;nbsp; If you have ever met our dog, you will know why this is so funny.&amp;nbsp; I can't watch him without laughing.&amp;nbsp; Well a few days ago MacRae decided that he was going to get on with him.&amp;nbsp; Since we told him he had to wear shoes, he figured Fireman Boots would work, and has been doing it every day since!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5503191444330857281-2708946769758938951?l=flockhartclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flockhartclan.blogspot.com/feeds/2708946769758938951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5503191444330857281&amp;postID=2708946769758938951' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503191444330857281/posts/default/2708946769758938951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503191444330857281/posts/default/2708946769758938951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flockhartclan.blogspot.com/2011/01/lazy-or-creative.html' title='Lazy Or Creative?'/><author><name>Flockhart Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726146940999043825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/SnBgxbQSEwI/AAAAAAAABPE/qxT29Q1CVTU/S220/P1010029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TSoFpHwvxVI/AAAAAAAACqI/wT0tuGr1cL0/s72-c/DSCN1937.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503191444330857281.post-8007870010195284947</id><published>2011-01-12T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T11:19:00.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Like Mommy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TSNlIdeT10I/AAAAAAAACqA/c_zLja_Oqg4/s1600/DSCN1898.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TSNlIdeT10I/AAAAAAAACqA/c_zLja_Oqg4/s400/DSCN1898.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I love this picture of MacRae.&amp;nbsp; It is just like his Mommy, with all of our favorite things.&amp;nbsp; We both love to be comfortable in our PJ's when we are at home.&amp;nbsp; We love popcorn, it is one of our favorite foods, and can be eaten at anytime of the day, and love to be warm in&amp;nbsp; a cozy blanket.&amp;nbsp; Over the holiday season we just took it easy and watched a lot of movies and snuggled together.&amp;nbsp; I am really enjoying this time we have left just the 2 of us, and will be sad when it comes to an end, but I have loved every minute of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&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/5503191444330857281-8007870010195284947?l=flockhartclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flockhartclan.blogspot.com/feeds/8007870010195284947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5503191444330857281&amp;postID=8007870010195284947' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503191444330857281/posts/default/8007870010195284947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503191444330857281/posts/default/8007870010195284947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flockhartclan.blogspot.com/2011/01/just-like-mommy.html' title='Just Like Mommy'/><author><name>Flockhart Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726146940999043825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/SnBgxbQSEwI/AAAAAAAABPE/qxT29Q1CVTU/S220/P1010029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TSNlIdeT10I/AAAAAAAACqA/c_zLja_Oqg4/s72-c/DSCN1898.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503191444330857281.post-7151947431477805644</id><published>2011-01-09T09:18:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T09:18:00.578-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Eve &amp; Christmas Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Christmas Eve&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TSNS_frlpRI/AAAAAAAACo0/H0L8-EPQre0/s1600/DSCN1900.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TSNS_frlpRI/AAAAAAAACo0/H0L8-EPQre0/s400/DSCN1900.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We had our traditional Christmas Eve and Grandma and Grandpa Tripp's house.&amp;nbsp; It was so fun to have them back this year, and we realized how much we missed them last year.&amp;nbsp; The night started with an amazing dinner compliment of my parents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TSNTHvnfs4I/AAAAAAAACo4/Toa5RpCKhLA/s1600/DSCN1901.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TSNTHvnfs4I/AAAAAAAACo4/Toa5RpCKhLA/s400/DSCN1901.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We then read the story of the Saviors birth.&amp;nbsp; We used to do this but, have gotten away from it.&amp;nbsp; I am really happy we decided to continue the tradition.&amp;nbsp; We have really tried this year to teach MacRae the real meaning of Christmas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TSNTQnNdZaI/AAAAAAAACo8/iDA3J_nAmJc/s1600/DSCN1902.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TSNTQnNdZaI/AAAAAAAACo8/iDA3J_nAmJc/s400/DSCN1902.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;All of my cute family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TSNTZeRZuiI/AAAAAAAACpA/F65Uk0cRjbY/s1600/DSCN1906.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TSNTZeRZuiI/AAAAAAAACpA/F65Uk0cRjbY/s400/DSCN1906.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;MacRae and his Best Friend Daddy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TSNTeY48B2I/AAAAAAAACpE/d7Ioan02xrQ/s1600/DSCN1909.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TSNTeY48B2I/AAAAAAAACpE/d7Ioan02xrQ/s400/DSCN1909.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;MacRae was sitting next to baby Abbie and wanted to help feed her.&amp;nbsp; He is such a sweet little boy, and told us that he will feed his sisters, but he will need to use both hands!&amp;nbsp; He is going to be such an amazing Big Brother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TSNVAmJAayI/AAAAAAAACpI/H-CFVAcd8M0/s1600/DSCN1912.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TSNVAmJAayI/AAAAAAAACpI/H-CFVAcd8M0/s400/DSCN1912.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Mommy and Her Baby Boy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TSNVGi8UoHI/AAAAAAAACpM/wDXBLl44hbc/s1600/DSCN1910.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TSNVGi8UoHI/AAAAAAAACpM/wDXBLl44hbc/s400/DSCN1910.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Sometime there are even&amp;nbsp;grumpy faces on Christmas, but it is a cute one!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TSNVPGB9u3I/AAAAAAAACpQ/SWu9oKFYbnU/s1600/DSCN1913.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TSNVPGB9u3I/AAAAAAAACpQ/SWu9oKFYbnU/s400/DSCN1913.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;MacRae with all his presents.&amp;nbsp; Grandma and Grandpa spoil us every year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TSNVXwT7ZkI/AAAAAAAACpU/qEZIcHQB4LM/s1600/DSCN1916.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TSNVXwT7ZkI/AAAAAAAACpU/qEZIcHQB4LM/s400/DSCN1916.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Another family tradition that we have is to get PJ's Christmas Eve.&amp;nbsp; This year I decided that I would make ours.&amp;nbsp; They turned out so cute, and I was very impressed with myself.&amp;nbsp; Most of all MacRae loves his and has wanted to wear them every night since he got them.&amp;nbsp; (25 weeks along, and getting bigger)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TSNWYEq-27I/AAAAAAAACpY/eD7x74mw9Cw/s1600/DSCN1918.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TSNWYEq-27I/AAAAAAAACpY/eD7x74mw9Cw/s400/DSCN1918.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;MacRae fell asleep on the drive home, but we woke him up so we could leave cookies and juice for Santa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TSNWeQTdZWI/AAAAAAAACpc/3cgzIfDTM3I/s1600/DSCN1919.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TSNWeQTdZWI/AAAAAAAACpc/3cgzIfDTM3I/s320/DSCN1919.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And we didn't forget the food for the Reindeer.&amp;nbsp; He are my 2 boys spreading the food so the reindeer could find our house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Christmas Day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TSNXbOZYU8I/AAAAAAAACpg/yPIdNEsFToo/s1600/DSCN1920.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TSNXbOZYU8I/AAAAAAAACpg/yPIdNEsFToo/s400/DSCN1920.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Christmas this year was my favorite by far.&amp;nbsp; MacRae was at the perfect age.&amp;nbsp; He was so excited about everything big or small.&amp;nbsp; He didn't wake up until 8am and, and came and got into our bed.&amp;nbsp; Stu asked him if he remembered what day it was.&amp;nbsp; He thought for a few seconds, and then got a big smile on his face, and yelled "It's Christmas".&amp;nbsp; He then went into the family room to see if Santa came and put presents under our&amp;nbsp;tree.&amp;nbsp; He came back with the saddest face and said there weren't any present under there.&amp;nbsp; We then told him to go look on the couches.&amp;nbsp; He cam running back so excited that there were lots of presents and stockings out.&amp;nbsp; We hurried and got dressed and went to see if the food we had left out was gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;He couldn't believe that Santa and the Reindeer's ate the food and left him a note thanking him for the treats.&amp;nbsp; I didn't get as many picutres as I would have liked to, but we got it all on video.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TSNXvjGaFII/AAAAAAAACps/n-AlR3lmzsU/s1600/DSCN1923.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TSNXvjGaFII/AAAAAAAACps/n-AlR3lmzsU/s400/DSCN1923.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We then opened all of our presents, and he was so excited about everyone.&amp;nbsp; He got everything that he wanted a guitar, CD player, Mater Car Wash and more.&amp;nbsp; Here he is playing with his Mater Car Wash, he had to change out of his jersey so he wouldn't get it wet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;After we opened all of our presents we let him play with them for a few minutes, and then told him that Santa left him another present downstairs, because it was to big to bring upstairs.&amp;nbsp; He was so excited and the look on his little face was priceless when he saw his Double Hoop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TSNofs4xJiI/AAAAAAAACqE/7V3pbzzsZzc/s1600/076.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TSNofs4xJiI/AAAAAAAACqE/7V3pbzzsZzc/s400/076.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;He kept asking us how Santa got it down here.&amp;nbsp; We told him that when Daddy was sleeping he hear something in the basement, so he snuck down and peeked around the corner, and saw 4 little elves with little tools putting it together.&amp;nbsp; Daddy then snuck back upstairs so Santa wouldn't see him.&amp;nbsp; He could not get over the fact that the elves had tiny tools, and were in his basement putting it together.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TSNXpkeSNRI/AAAAAAAACpo/oxhh22jNogI/s1600/DSCN1922.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TSNXpkeSNRI/AAAAAAAACpo/oxhh22jNogI/s400/DSCN1922.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Grandma Heather and Papa Drew were the first to come over and play a game.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TSNX4QAjjCI/AAAAAAAACpw/OLSXkytBL84/s1600/DSCN1924.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TSNX4QAjjCI/AAAAAAAACpw/OLSXkytBL84/s400/DSCN1924.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Then Grandma Sheri and Papa Steve, and the Marostica's came to join in on the fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TSNYG6m5rHI/AAAAAAAACp4/_olnXpQWyq8/s1600/DSCN1929.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TSNYG6m5rHI/AAAAAAAACp4/_olnXpQWyq8/s400/DSCN1929.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;MacRae took this picture of Stoggie, since he is his brother and part of them family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Later that afternoon we went to the Flockhart's for dinner and more presents.&amp;nbsp; We got even more spoiled over there, and could not have asked for better parents.&amp;nbsp; I forgot to take my camera, ans am super bummed about that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This Christmas was so amazing in so many ways.&amp;nbsp; We got to be with almost all of our families.&amp;nbsp; We got to teach MacRae the true meaning of Christmas, and&amp;nbsp; I got to be pregnant again, to name a few.&amp;nbsp; There is something so spiritual about being pregnant during the Christmas season.&amp;nbsp; I have been lucky enough to have been pregnant both times during the holidays.&amp;nbsp; With MacRae I was ecstatic, and just enjoying all the newness of being pregnant.&amp;nbsp; This time I have been so grateful to be able to carry these 2 beautiful girls.&amp;nbsp; I never thought I would ever be pregnant, let alone have 3 children.&amp;nbsp; I can't wait to see what our next Christmas will be like!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5503191444330857281-7151947431477805644?l=flockhartclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flockhartclan.blogspot.com/feeds/7151947431477805644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5503191444330857281&amp;postID=7151947431477805644' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503191444330857281/posts/default/7151947431477805644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503191444330857281/posts/default/7151947431477805644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flockhartclan.blogspot.com/2011/01/christmas-eve-christmas-day.html' title='Christmas Eve &amp; Christmas Day'/><author><name>Flockhart Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726146940999043825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/SnBgxbQSEwI/AAAAAAAABPE/qxT29Q1CVTU/S220/P1010029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TSNS_frlpRI/AAAAAAAACo0/H0L8-EPQre0/s72-c/DSCN1900.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503191444330857281.post-2386834978774347712</id><published>2011-01-06T09:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T09:17:00.429-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tripp Family Christmas Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TSNN7tcWxxI/AAAAAAAACoU/zCnDLBFv12I/s1600/DSCN1877.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TSNN7tcWxxI/AAAAAAAACoU/zCnDLBFv12I/s400/DSCN1877.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We had our annual Tripp Family Christmas party with the entire Tripp family side.&amp;nbsp; It always starts out with dinner and then the Big Man himself comes.&amp;nbsp; This year MacRae was so excited to see him, and sit on his lap.&amp;nbsp; He was so excited that he wouldn't even eat, and if you know this little boy he likes food.&amp;nbsp; Here he is waiting so patiently for his turn.&amp;nbsp; The sweet little guy would clap and give all his cousins a thumbs up when it was there turn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TSNOEVwvyXI/AAAAAAAACoY/yXZyM2uuy-Q/s1600/DSCN1879.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TSNOEVwvyXI/AAAAAAAACoY/yXZyM2uuy-Q/s400/DSCN1879.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Our baby sisters even got a present this year, so me and Macrae went to claim it for them.&amp;nbsp; I am 23 weeks along in this picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TSNON3kehwI/AAAAAAAACoc/wtmOGbf1qKo/s1600/DSCN1881.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TSNON3kehwI/AAAAAAAACoc/wtmOGbf1qKo/s400/DSCN1881.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Then it was finally his turn.&amp;nbsp; He just ran up there and climbed up on his lap all by himself.&amp;nbsp; He was so excited to tell him that he wanted a guitar, and double hoop, and a laser (still not sure on what this was).&amp;nbsp; He got a little nervous to tell him what he wanted, but in the end he let him know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TSNQZVgWVnI/AAAAAAAACog/zfWwMCoDhEM/s1600/DSCN1886.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TSNQZVgWVnI/AAAAAAAACog/zfWwMCoDhEM/s400/DSCN1886.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Carrying his big present.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TSNQf_IW_xI/AAAAAAAACok/Mu9AysonVQE/s1600/DSCN1888.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TSNQf_IW_xI/AAAAAAAACok/Mu9AysonVQE/s400/DSCN1888.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Papa kept telling him that he could hear something in there, so they were both listening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TSNQmPpF7wI/AAAAAAAACoo/DC588V1nV2M/s1600/DSCN1891.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TSNQmPpF7wI/AAAAAAAACoo/DC588V1nV2M/s320/DSCN1891.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The tradition is that you have to wait until everyone gets their present, before you can open yours.&amp;nbsp; Well this year MacRae was so patient and waited until it was his turn.&amp;nbsp; We wish Daddy had that much restraint, but he opened the babies present of adorable clothes, blankets, and bows before anyone else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TSNQq8tNUKI/AAAAAAAACos/gYiist-R3ow/s1600/DSCN1893.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TSNQq8tNUKI/AAAAAAAACos/gYiist-R3ow/s400/DSCN1893.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is what Santa brought for MacRae.&amp;nbsp; I tried to get him in the picture to, but he just wanted his four-wheeler in it by itself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TSNQzClhXiI/AAAAAAAACow/zi0x_nbOa7M/s1600/DSCN1895.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TSNQzClhXiI/AAAAAAAACow/zi0x_nbOa7M/s320/DSCN1895.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I look forward to this party every year, since we have been going every year before I was even born.&amp;nbsp; It is so important to me to have traditions, and this is defiantly one we will never miss out on.&amp;nbsp; I love my family so much, and it is fun to get together with all of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&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/5503191444330857281-2386834978774347712?l=flockhartclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flockhartclan.blogspot.com/feeds/2386834978774347712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5503191444330857281&amp;postID=2386834978774347712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503191444330857281/posts/default/2386834978774347712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503191444330857281/posts/default/2386834978774347712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flockhartclan.blogspot.com/2011/01/tripp-family-christmas-party.html' title='Tripp Family Christmas Party'/><author><name>Flockhart Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726146940999043825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/SnBgxbQSEwI/AAAAAAAABPE/qxT29Q1CVTU/S220/P1010029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TSNN7tcWxxI/AAAAAAAACoU/zCnDLBFv12I/s72-c/DSCN1877.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503191444330857281.post-5979644719856221511</id><published>2011-01-04T09:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T09:38:45.771-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Your Body 6K</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TSNIqlbyvRI/AAAAAAAACoA/Y1hp_Ak5yXs/s1600/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TSNIqlbyvRI/AAAAAAAACoA/Y1hp_Ak5yXs/s400/003.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The beginning of October my best friends and I did the Love Your Body 6K.&amp;nbsp; We had all signed up in the summer and then 3 of us found out that we were pregnant.&amp;nbsp; We all decided to still just do it.&amp;nbsp; The pregnant ladies just walked it, but our other hot Mom's ran it like pros.&amp;nbsp; It was seriously so much fun, and we are planning on doing it again next year.&amp;nbsp; Hopefully all of us can be there next time.&amp;nbsp; Love you girls!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TSNIrZ4QGuI/AAAAAAAACoE/P0Emnfqewl8/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TSNIrZ4QGuI/AAAAAAAACoE/P0Emnfqewl8/s400/001.JPG" width="400" /&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/5503191444330857281-5979644719856221511?l=flockhartclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flockhartclan.blogspot.com/feeds/5979644719856221511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5503191444330857281&amp;postID=5979644719856221511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503191444330857281/posts/default/5979644719856221511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503191444330857281/posts/default/5979644719856221511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flockhartclan.blogspot.com/2011/01/love-your-body-6k.html' title='Love Your Body 6K'/><author><name>Flockhart Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726146940999043825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/SnBgxbQSEwI/AAAAAAAABPE/qxT29Q1CVTU/S220/P1010029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TSNIqlbyvRI/AAAAAAAACoA/Y1hp_Ak5yXs/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503191444330857281.post-4812285600463549218</id><published>2010-12-01T09:53:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T08:24:22.831-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall Family Pictures</title><content type='html'>One of my very cute and very talented friend Lauren took our family pictures for us at Wheeler Farm.&amp;nbsp; I love the way that all of them turned out.&amp;nbsp; She is so amazing, and was so sweet to take time to do it for us.&amp;nbsp; Here are a few of our very favorites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TO1LKaKPOBI/AAAAAAAACnY/tDkzyQR-D6U/s1600/IMG_7738.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TO1LKaKPOBI/AAAAAAAACnY/tDkzyQR-D6U/s400/IMG_7738.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TO1GCXRjMxI/AAAAAAAACnI/JxR_IyNUOuA/s1600/IMG_7748.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TO1GCXRjMxI/AAAAAAAACnI/JxR_IyNUOuA/s400/IMG_7748.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TO1GZDpOTsI/AAAAAAAACnM/hZofOgfdbf0/s1600/IMG_7759.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TO1GZDpOTsI/AAAAAAAACnM/hZofOgfdbf0/s400/IMG_7759.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TO1G1ALqr3I/AAAAAAAACnQ/3Syz5D08EtY/s1600/IMG_7771.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TO1G1ALqr3I/AAAAAAAACnQ/3Syz5D08EtY/s400/IMG_7771.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TO1HLGbDkZI/AAAAAAAACnU/u7mpvNn7yEI/s1600/IMG_7787.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TO1HLGbDkZI/AAAAAAAACnU/u7mpvNn7yEI/s400/IMG_7787.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TO1L0BwU_UI/AAAAAAAACnc/Z6udbd66aaY/s1600/IMG_7814.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TO1L0BwU_UI/AAAAAAAACnc/Z6udbd66aaY/s400/IMG_7814.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TO1MYaiqqCI/AAAAAAAACng/OQObq3mPSrI/s1600/IMG_7824.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TO1MYaiqqCI/AAAAAAAACng/OQObq3mPSrI/s400/IMG_7824.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TO1PxWw83kI/AAAAAAAACno/GdWGjgiOOVw/s1600/IMG_7848.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TO1PxWw83kI/AAAAAAAACno/GdWGjgiOOVw/s400/IMG_7848.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TO1QKX7K-QI/AAAAAAAACns/-0LrZjEnlp0/s1600/IMG_7856.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TO1QKX7K-QI/AAAAAAAACns/-0LrZjEnlp0/s400/IMG_7856.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TO1QlLWjA4I/AAAAAAAACnw/q0jYNs4SHRQ/s1600/IMG_7890.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TO1QlLWjA4I/AAAAAAAACnw/q0jYNs4SHRQ/s400/IMG_7890.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Thanks again Lauren, you made our family look great.&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/5503191444330857281-4812285600463549218?l=flockhartclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flockhartclan.blogspot.com/feeds/4812285600463549218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5503191444330857281&amp;postID=4812285600463549218' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503191444330857281/posts/default/4812285600463549218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503191444330857281/posts/default/4812285600463549218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flockhartclan.blogspot.com/2010/12/fall-family-pictures.html' title='Fall Family Pictures'/><author><name>Flockhart Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726146940999043825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/SnBgxbQSEwI/AAAAAAAABPE/qxT29Q1CVTU/S220/P1010029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TO1LKaKPOBI/AAAAAAAACnY/tDkzyQR-D6U/s72-c/IMG_7738.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503191444330857281.post-685809388657946935</id><published>2010-11-24T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T09:52:13.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We Are Having.......</title><content type='html'>We finally got to go to our ultrasound where they determine the sex of the babies, and check the placenta, and all vital organs.&amp;nbsp; We have been so excited to go and finally find out what we are having.&amp;nbsp; It seems like it took forever.&amp;nbsp; We decided that just the 3 of us would go by ourselves.&amp;nbsp; MacRae was so excited to be able to see his babies on a big TV, and talked about it the whole day before.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Baby A&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TO1B27bOgmI/AAAAAAAACmw/ZXMlTrozpRQ/s1600/scan0001+%25282%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TO1B27bOgmI/AAAAAAAACmw/ZXMlTrozpRQ/s400/scan0001+%25282%2529.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;IT'S A GIRL!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TO1CJ2m9DWI/AAAAAAAACm0/HPApJeUNCeI/s1600/scan0004+%25282%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TO1CJ2m9DWI/AAAAAAAACm0/HPApJeUNCeI/s400/scan0004+%25282%2529.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Laying On Her Tummy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Baby B&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TO1CagA7fCI/AAAAAAAACm4/JRz82BUerKA/s1600/scan0002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TO1CagA7fCI/AAAAAAAACm4/JRz82BUerKA/s400/scan0002.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;IT'S A GIRL!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TO1Clzme32I/AAAAAAAACm8/G0wIEz3CU2M/s1600/scan0001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TO1Clzme32I/AAAAAAAACm8/G0wIEz3CU2M/s400/scan0001.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Profile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everything looked perfect on the ultrasounds.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Both&amp;nbsp;placentas are in a perfect spot, and nowhere near the cervix, so we won't have to worry about placenta previa again.&amp;nbsp; They are both exactly the size and weight they should be for how far along&amp;nbsp;they are.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;We have been truly blessed so much to have them both be so&amp;nbsp;healthy and strong, and active.&amp;nbsp; We couldn't&amp;nbsp;be more excited, and can't wait so meet and hold our 2 beautiful baby girls!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5503191444330857281-685809388657946935?l=flockhartclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flockhartclan.blogspot.com/feeds/685809388657946935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5503191444330857281&amp;postID=685809388657946935' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503191444330857281/posts/default/685809388657946935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503191444330857281/posts/default/685809388657946935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flockhartclan.blogspot.com/2010/11/we-are-having.html' title='We Are Having.......'/><author><name>Flockhart Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726146940999043825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/SnBgxbQSEwI/AAAAAAAABPE/qxT29Q1CVTU/S220/P1010029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TO1B27bOgmI/AAAAAAAACmw/ZXMlTrozpRQ/s72-c/scan0001+%25282%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503191444330857281.post-1052943009648378184</id><published>2010-11-18T10:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T10:12:00.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Living Planet Aquarium</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="goog_670282596"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TN12ALOIVbI/AAAAAAAACmM/bsPNnQZ9I0w/s1600/DSCN1854.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TN12ALOIVbI/AAAAAAAACmM/bsPNnQZ9I0w/s400/DSCN1854.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We went to the Living Planet Aquarium for first time last week with the Campbell's.&amp;nbsp; Here are the crazy kids MacRae, Lily &amp;amp; Hendrix posing like frogs on a frog.&amp;nbsp; MacRae liked that he could just run from exhibit to exhibit with Hendrix. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TN148ZWS7hI/AAAAAAAACmQ/ijAHDsKexi8/s1600/DSCN1856.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TN148ZWS7hI/AAAAAAAACmQ/ijAHDsKexi8/s400/DSCN1856.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is Murray the Octopus.&amp;nbsp; We all could not get over how big this thing was.&amp;nbsp; It would just crawl up and down the tank over and over again.&amp;nbsp; I tried to get MacRae to take his picture in front of it, but he was terrified to stand next to it with his back turned.&amp;nbsp; Can't really blame him.&amp;nbsp; This was by far both of our favorite things, and worth the pricey admission just to see him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TN2tpGihMMI/AAAAAAAACmc/gg2PYNgC5cw/s1600/DSCN1857.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TN2tpGihMMI/AAAAAAAACmc/gg2PYNgC5cw/s400/DSCN1857.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;They also had Sting Rays that you could touch.&amp;nbsp; MacRae&amp;nbsp; put his hand in at first and touched one of their tails, but got a little scared , so after that he just wanted to put his hands in the water and pretend that he was touching them. He had so much fun running around their tank following them as they would swim by&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TN2uOE5ueAI/AAAAAAAACmg/jwdMc6vL9L0/s1600/DSCN1859.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TN2uOE5ueAI/AAAAAAAACmg/jwdMc6vL9L0/s400/DSCN1859.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The penguin exhibit was really cute.&amp;nbsp; There was a big window that you could watch all of them dive in and swim around.&amp;nbsp; MacRae loved it when they would swim right next to the glass by him.&amp;nbsp; He kept telling me they were coming to say Hi to him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TN2x67DR9LI/AAAAAAAACmk/v4ognSmAcI8/s1600/DSCN1862.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TN2x67DR9LI/AAAAAAAACmk/v4ognSmAcI8/s400/DSCN1862.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It was a super fun day, and you can't go wrong hanging out with Campbell's!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5503191444330857281-1052943009648378184?l=flockhartclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flockhartclan.blogspot.com/feeds/1052943009648378184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5503191444330857281&amp;postID=1052943009648378184' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503191444330857281/posts/default/1052943009648378184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503191444330857281/posts/default/1052943009648378184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flockhartclan.blogspot.com/2010/11/living-planet-aquarium.html' title='The Living Planet Aquarium'/><author><name>Flockhart Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726146940999043825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/SnBgxbQSEwI/AAAAAAAABPE/qxT29Q1CVTU/S220/P1010029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TN12ALOIVbI/AAAAAAAACmM/bsPNnQZ9I0w/s72-c/DSCN1854.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503191444330857281.post-5371877152558302108</id><published>2010-11-16T09:52:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T14:27:50.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fearless!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TN1xBRYP0LI/AAAAAAAACmA/9P4TdfrutRg/s1600/DSCN1849.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TN1xBRYP0LI/AAAAAAAACmA/9P4TdfrutRg/s400/DSCN1849.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TN1zdZ0OwBI/AAAAAAAACmI/fmc6x4lyedA/s1600/DSCN1851.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TN1zdZ0OwBI/AAAAAAAACmI/fmc6x4lyedA/s400/DSCN1851.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Since last weekend was one of the last warm weekends of the year, my 2 handy men decided to put up the Christmas Lights.&amp;nbsp; I love that Stu is such a hands on Dad, but this job was a little too scary for Mom!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TN1ykE42fhI/AAAAAAAACmE/TpoYneX861E/s1600/DSCN1850.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TN1ykE42fhI/AAAAAAAACmE/TpoYneX861E/s400/DSCN1850.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;MacRae was a little nervous at first, but after 10 minutes he was walking all over the roof.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TN1zdZ0OwBI/AAAAAAAACmI/fmc6x4lyedA/s1600/DSCN1851.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TN1zdZ0OwBI/AAAAAAAACmI/fmc6x4lyedA/s400/DSCN1851.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Stu has no fear when it comes to anything, and so does our little guy.&amp;nbsp; Sometimes I wish he was a little more timid like his Mom, but I am glad that he is brave enough to try new things.&amp;nbsp; MacRae is so excited for Christmas this year, and loves all the lights and decorations everywhere he goes.&amp;nbsp; We haven't officially turned the lights on yet for the season, but anytime anyone comes over to visit MacRae has to tell them he was on the roof putting up lights and show off his handiwork!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5503191444330857281-5371877152558302108?l=flockhartclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flockhartclan.blogspot.com/feeds/5371877152558302108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5503191444330857281&amp;postID=5371877152558302108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503191444330857281/posts/default/5371877152558302108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503191444330857281/posts/default/5371877152558302108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flockhartclan.blogspot.com/2010/11/fearless.html' title='Fearless!!!'/><author><name>Flockhart Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726146940999043825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/SnBgxbQSEwI/AAAAAAAABPE/qxT29Q1CVTU/S220/P1010029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TN1xBRYP0LI/AAAAAAAACmA/9P4TdfrutRg/s72-c/DSCN1849.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503191444330857281.post-6318862439666632362</id><published>2010-11-11T14:38:00.010-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T09:41:07.169-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Like Daddy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TNRtzhyowBI/AAAAAAAACl0/6hgj7Q9ulCw/s1600/DSCN1810.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TNRtzhyowBI/AAAAAAAACl0/6hgj7Q9ulCw/s400/DSCN1810.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Not only does this little guy look and act exactly like his Daddy, he wants to be just like him.&amp;nbsp; Stu was changing the oil on our car, and MacRae was right there with him.&amp;nbsp; He saw that his&amp;nbsp;Dad had his tools out so he ran and got his tool box, and safety glasses and climbed right underneath to help out.&amp;nbsp; We are so lucky to have such an amazing Dad that is so patient, and willing to let him help him with anything.&amp;nbsp; I love these two so much, and I can't get enough of watching them together.&amp;nbsp; I couldn't have asked for a better example for our children!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5503191444330857281-6318862439666632362?l=flockhartclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flockhartclan.blogspot.com/feeds/6318862439666632362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5503191444330857281&amp;postID=6318862439666632362' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503191444330857281/posts/default/6318862439666632362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503191444330857281/posts/default/6318862439666632362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flockhartclan.blogspot.com/2010/11/just-like-daddy.html' title='Just Like Daddy'/><author><name>Flockhart Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726146940999043825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/SnBgxbQSEwI/AAAAAAAABPE/qxT29Q1CVTU/S220/P1010029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TNRtzhyowBI/AAAAAAAACl0/6hgj7Q9ulCw/s72-c/DSCN1810.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503191444330857281.post-2133632655731658729</id><published>2010-11-08T14:34:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T09:51:49.128-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween All Week Long</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE PUMPKIN PATCH﻿&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TNRWF5RJyOI/AAAAAAAACj4/Nwl15gg7PzA/s1600/DSCN1811.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TNRWF5RJyOI/AAAAAAAACj4/Nwl15gg7PzA/s400/DSCN1811.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;To start off the week of Halloween we visited the pumpkin patch by our house.&amp;nbsp; MacRae was so excited to ride in the wheel barrow.&amp;nbsp; Luckily his Daddy is strong enough to push him around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TNRWYNoA5nI/AAAAAAAACj8/KB9IRhgOiNM/s1600/DSCN1812.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TNRWYNoA5nI/AAAAAAAACj8/KB9IRhgOiNM/s400/DSCN1812.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The night before we decided to go it snowed, so we were a little worried we wouldn't be able to make it.&amp;nbsp; But it turned out to be a beautiful day, just a bit muddy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TNRWw3vWcBI/AAAAAAAACkE/aMGy6ufX3Es/s1600/DSCN1814.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TNRWw3vWcBI/AAAAAAAACkE/aMGy6ufX3Es/s400/DSCN1814.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;MacRae searched all over the pumpkin patch to find the perfect pumpkin.&amp;nbsp; We suggested several different ones, but he needed to find it all on his own.&amp;nbsp; Once he found the one he was looking for he got so excited, and was yelling " I found my pumpkin", over and over.&amp;nbsp; Too cute.&amp;nbsp; He rode with them all the way to be weighed and purchased and then back to the car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TNRXQMCPimI/AAAAAAAACkM/x3dzzBf5Ls0/s1600/DSCN1818.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TNRXQMCPimI/AAAAAAAACkM/x3dzzBf5Ls0/s400/DSCN1818.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We took them home and carved them.&amp;nbsp; When Stu cut the top off of his, he watched me stick my hand inside and pull some of the guts out.&amp;nbsp; He was not impressed and totally grossed out.&amp;nbsp; We did eventually talk him into putting his hand inside, but once he felt how slimy it was he was done.&amp;nbsp; MacRae already had ideas for&amp;nbsp; what they needed to look like, so while Daddy finished cleaning them all out we drew the pictures on them.&amp;nbsp; Mommies had to be a silly one, Daddies a scary one, and MacRaes a funny one.&amp;nbsp; Every night when it got dark MacRae had to make sure to turn them on, and the lights off,&amp;nbsp;and watch them glow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PRE-SCHOOL HALLOWEEN PARTY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TNRfwcUtiWI/AAAAAAAACkg/dps9AbavF8o/s1600/DSCN1820.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TNRfwcUtiWI/AAAAAAAACkg/dps9AbavF8o/s400/DSCN1820.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We found this costume months ago, and MacRae has been wearing it at least once a day since.&amp;nbsp; I cannot get over how cute this little guy is.&amp;nbsp; He was so excited to go to to his first school Halloween party.&amp;nbsp; He kept telling me that he was going to a spooky party, but he wouldn't get scared because Mrs Amber would be there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TNRf4AsuaTI/AAAAAAAACkk/qPTAYwDOsQQ/s1600/DSCN2935.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TNRf4AsuaTI/AAAAAAAACkk/qPTAYwDOsQQ/s400/DSCN2935.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Here is his cute little class.&amp;nbsp; Poor Mrs Amber had foot surgery the day before,&amp;nbsp;but didn't have the heart to cancel their party.&amp;nbsp; What an amazing teacher, no wonder MacRae loves her so much!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;GARDNER VILLAGE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TNRi7j79DhI/AAAAAAAACk4/vJtjFq2gxDU/s1600/DSCN1822.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TNRi7j79DhI/AAAAAAAACk4/vJtjFq2gxDU/s400/DSCN1822.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We were so happy that Grandma and Papa made it back in time to do our annual trip to Gardner Village.&amp;nbsp; We were also&amp;nbsp;lucky enough this year to get Papa to come along&amp;nbsp;with us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TNRjHWtLjeI/AAAAAAAAClA/N0IzUol0T7o/s1600/DSCN1824.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TNRjHWtLjeI/AAAAAAAAClA/N0IzUol0T7o/s400/DSCN1824.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My handsome little SWAT man posing in his costume.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TNRjR9mtjUI/AAAAAAAAClE/27aEZCcwcNI/s1600/DSCN1825.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TNRjR9mtjUI/AAAAAAAAClE/27aEZCcwcNI/s400/DSCN1825.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Checking out the witches with Papa and Grandma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TNRjcvRrT4I/AAAAAAAAClI/rBs7cOPqFA4/s1600/DSCN1828.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TNRjcvRrT4I/AAAAAAAAClI/rBs7cOPqFA4/s400/DSCN1828.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We also met up with our cute cousins Lily and Hendrix, and Aunt Jen dressed up as Harry Potter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TNRjprxVUzI/AAAAAAAAClM/1y1u5OY2OVA/s1600/DSCN1830.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TNRjprxVUzI/AAAAAAAAClM/1y1u5OY2OVA/s400/DSCN1830.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;These 2 little boys get along so well together, even though they are&amp;nbsp;a little wild we try to get them together as much as possible.&amp;nbsp; It was a beautiful warm day, so the boys wanted to take there costumes off, and just play.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TRIPP FAMILY PARTY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TNRhlWMhfiI/AAAAAAAACkw/J1BgvcDCOFw/s1600/DSCN1836.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TNRhlWMhfiI/AAAAAAAACkw/J1BgvcDCOFw/s400/DSCN1836.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We had the Tripp family party at the Cluffs's again this year.&amp;nbsp; They are so cute and set up a little place for everyone to get the pictures taken.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TNRhuotvy1I/AAAAAAAACk0/e-rcgyUEFL4/s1600/DSCN1839.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TNRhuotvy1I/AAAAAAAACk0/e-rcgyUEFL4/s400/DSCN1839.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Me and Stu were lame, and didn't dress up this year.&amp;nbsp; I figured that being pregnant with Twins, was a good enough costume.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TNRhNiNIiMI/AAAAAAAACko/oza-jAH_p24/s1600/DSCN1832.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TNRhNiNIiMI/AAAAAAAACko/oza-jAH_p24/s400/DSCN1832.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Here is MacRae and his best friend, and cousin Tanner.&amp;nbsp; Tanner is such a funny kid and borrowed MacRae's costume from last year, hopefully the poor kid will be able to have children in the future.&amp;nbsp; MacRae can't get enough of his "Tanner Boy", and loves to do anything just like him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TNRhYYmXbLI/AAAAAAAACks/dFDWHnveHtE/s1600/DSCN1834.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TNRhYYmXbLI/AAAAAAAACks/dFDWHnveHtE/s400/DSCN1834.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;These to cuties are responsible for all the fun get family parties&amp;nbsp;that we have.&amp;nbsp; We had dinner and doughnuts, went to a haunted house, and played Halloween Bingo for yummy prizes, followed by Carmel apples.&amp;nbsp; We were stuffed by the end, but had such a fun time just being together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;HALLOWEEN NIGHT&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TNRnynMHt1I/AAAAAAAAClQ/CoMQpTwKK0I/s1600/DSCN1840.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TNRnynMHt1I/AAAAAAAAClQ/CoMQpTwKK0I/s400/DSCN1840.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Halloween night was spent at the Flockharts.&amp;nbsp; We went there early to eat yummy chili, and spend time with Grandma and Papa.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TN1wd-lZw0I/AAAAAAAACl8/2kDouQM1TMQ/s1600/halloween+2010+049%255B1%255D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TN1wd-lZw0I/AAAAAAAACl8/2kDouQM1TMQ/s400/halloween+2010+049%255B1%255D.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Then our cute cousin Ella showed up, and we headed out to so some Trick-R-Treating in their neighborhood.&amp;nbsp; These two were hilarious together, and love spending time with one another.&amp;nbsp; They would just run from house to house yelling, and laughing, and were not even fazed by the cold, wet weather.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TNRn9H1imUI/AAAAAAAAClU/L0ChWk5-KC4/s1600/DSCN1841.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TNRn9H1imUI/AAAAAAAAClU/L0ChWk5-KC4/s400/DSCN1841.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;After we got back these two curled up in a chair and Ella was reading the Book Of Mormon to MacRae.&amp;nbsp; We should have recorded them, because Ella was telling some funny stories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TNRoGU2gj4I/AAAAAAAAClc/mAYkXFfJMH4/s1600/DSCN1842.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TNRoGU2gj4I/AAAAAAAAClc/mAYkXFfJMH4/s400/DSCN1842.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We then came back to our house and went in our neighborhood for a little while.&amp;nbsp; After a few houses MacRae was cold and had had enough, and had plenty of candy.&amp;nbsp; We then ended the night at our house watching Diego, drinking Hot Chocolate, and handing out candy.&amp;nbsp; This Halloween was the first one that MacRae actually understood what was going on.&amp;nbsp; I had so much fun watching him experience trick-r-treating, and him being to polite and happy about people just giving him candy.&amp;nbsp; I love this little boy so much, and can't wait to go with all 3 of our kids!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5503191444330857281-2133632655731658729?l=flockhartclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flockhartclan.blogspot.com/feeds/2133632655731658729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5503191444330857281&amp;postID=2133632655731658729' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503191444330857281/posts/default/2133632655731658729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503191444330857281/posts/default/2133632655731658729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flockhartclan.blogspot.com/2010/11/halloween-all-week-long.html' title='Halloween All Week Long'/><author><name>Flockhart Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726146940999043825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/SnBgxbQSEwI/AAAAAAAABPE/qxT29Q1CVTU/S220/P1010029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TNRWF5RJyOI/AAAAAAAACj4/Nwl15gg7PzA/s72-c/DSCN1811.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503191444330857281.post-7148874042272605181</id><published>2010-11-05T13:32:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T14:37:19.320-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Year Is Finally Over</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TNRa3z6f_YI/AAAAAAAACkU/y1qNHbIhsBk/s1600/DSCN1831.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TNRa3z6f_YI/AAAAAAAACkU/y1qNHbIhsBk/s400/DSCN1831.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;On October 19th my sweet Mom and Dad finally came home from the year mission in Hawaii.&amp;nbsp; I tried not to miss them too much, but when I saw them again for the first time I realized just how much we missed them.&amp;nbsp; MacRae was talking to Papa Steve one day while he was at our house, and told him "Papa don't go on another mission, that was too long."&amp;nbsp; We are so proud of them and all the hard work in serving a mission, but we are also even happier to have them home.&amp;nbsp; We love you two so much, and can't wait to catch up on all the things we missed over the last year!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5503191444330857281-7148874042272605181?l=flockhartclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flockhartclan.blogspot.com/feeds/7148874042272605181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5503191444330857281&amp;postID=7148874042272605181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503191444330857281/posts/default/7148874042272605181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503191444330857281/posts/default/7148874042272605181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flockhartclan.blogspot.com/2010/11/year-is-finally-over.html' title='A Year Is Finally Over'/><author><name>Flockhart Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726146940999043825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/SnBgxbQSEwI/AAAAAAAABPE/qxT29Q1CVTU/S220/P1010029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TNRa3z6f_YI/AAAAAAAACkU/y1qNHbIhsBk/s72-c/DSCN1831.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503191444330857281.post-3575385624246971542</id><published>2010-10-10T22:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T22:26:15.544-06:00</updated><title type='text'>MacRae's First Field Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TLKDML12PJI/AAAAAAAACjU/QDuuglhMZ7M/s1600/DSCN1799.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TLKDML12PJI/AAAAAAAACjU/QDuuglhMZ7M/s400/DSCN1799.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I don't know who was more excited about MacRae's first field trip&amp;nbsp;me or him.&amp;nbsp; I love having new experiences and taking him to new places, and got to go to Engh Gardens in Sandy for his first field trip.&amp;nbsp; MacRae has been so into Halloween since we put up our decorations last week, and was thrilled to go to the pumpkin patch.&amp;nbsp; This pirate ship was so cute and all the kids were able to climb on it at the same time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TLKDZab_IWI/AAAAAAAACjY/TZO0QzSnPj8/s1600/DSCN1802.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TLKDZab_IWI/AAAAAAAACjY/TZO0QzSnPj8/s400/DSCN1802.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;There was a cute old guy that was our tour guide and told us some Halloween stories.&amp;nbsp; MacRae thought he was so funny because he kept spitting while he was telling stories, and just sat still the whole time listening to every word he said.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TLKDjWZAUEI/AAAAAAAACjc/qzs2nl3L5GM/s1600/DSCN1803.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TLKDjWZAUEI/AAAAAAAACjc/qzs2nl3L5GM/s400/DSCN1803.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We then went on a scavenger hunt through the nursery to find different things that were all pirate themed.&amp;nbsp; MacRae got so excited every time he found something&amp;nbsp;on his list, and&amp;nbsp; had to put an X mark through it, and&amp;nbsp;then would continue&amp;nbsp;searching for the next thing.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Here is a picture with some kids from his class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TLKDyhSr19I/AAAAAAAACjg/9rd_nAr7sA0/s1600/DSCN1805.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TLKDyhSr19I/AAAAAAAACjg/9rd_nAr7sA0/s400/DSCN1805.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;MacRae found this tractor while he was searching and had to get on and pretend to drive.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TLKD978oc1I/AAAAAAAACjk/9znzLs8ovyI/s1600/DSCN1807.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TLKD978oc1I/AAAAAAAACjk/9znzLs8ovyI/s400/DSCN1807.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The highlight of his trip was when he got to pick out his own pumpkin to take home.&amp;nbsp; He was so excited and searched and searched until he found the exact one he wanted.&amp;nbsp; We also were walking past some tiny little pumpkins, and when he saw them he said, " I need to get these for my babies."&amp;nbsp; He is so cute and has really started to warm up to the idea of his babies coming.&amp;nbsp; I am so lucky to have such a fun little guy to hang out with!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5503191444330857281-3575385624246971542?l=flockhartclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flockhartclan.blogspot.com/feeds/3575385624246971542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5503191444330857281&amp;postID=3575385624246971542' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503191444330857281/posts/default/3575385624246971542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503191444330857281/posts/default/3575385624246971542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flockhartclan.blogspot.com/2010/10/macraes-first-field-trip.html' title='MacRae&apos;s First Field Trip'/><author><name>Flockhart Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726146940999043825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/SnBgxbQSEwI/AAAAAAAABPE/qxT29Q1CVTU/S220/P1010029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TLKDML12PJI/AAAAAAAACjU/QDuuglhMZ7M/s72-c/DSCN1799.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503191444330857281.post-8419470649240234504</id><published>2010-10-08T20:28:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T20:28:00.307-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy's Big Helper</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TKvee5o0mpI/AAAAAAAACjQ/Y7Tp-9W5WS4/s1600/DSCN1796.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TKvee5o0mpI/AAAAAAAACjQ/Y7Tp-9W5WS4/s400/DSCN1796.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I usually make MacRae's bed every morning, but I was super sick last week so a few things got neglected.&amp;nbsp; So one morning MacRae told me that he was going to make it so I didn't have to do it.&amp;nbsp; He was in there for quite some time, but then called me when he was done.&amp;nbsp; He was so proud of what he accomplished all by himself, and kept telling that he made it&amp;nbsp;without any help.&amp;nbsp; He has made it a few more time since then, and is still just as proud.&amp;nbsp; I love to see him have such self confidence in himself, it reassures me that I am doing my job right.&amp;nbsp; Even if he is a little OCD like his Mommy!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5503191444330857281-8419470649240234504?l=flockhartclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flockhartclan.blogspot.com/feeds/8419470649240234504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5503191444330857281&amp;postID=8419470649240234504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503191444330857281/posts/default/8419470649240234504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503191444330857281/posts/default/8419470649240234504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flockhartclan.blogspot.com/2010/10/mommys-big-helper.html' title='Mommy&apos;s Big Helper'/><author><name>Flockhart Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726146940999043825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/SnBgxbQSEwI/AAAAAAAABPE/qxT29Q1CVTU/S220/P1010029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TKvee5o0mpI/AAAAAAAACjQ/Y7Tp-9W5WS4/s72-c/DSCN1796.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503191444330857281.post-1307349941162286916</id><published>2010-10-05T20:25:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T20:29:42.376-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Greatest Show On Earth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TKvWiKJFj-I/AAAAAAAACi0/ybNzKiL0co8/s1600/DSCN1781.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TKvWiKJFj-I/AAAAAAAACi0/ybNzKiL0co8/s400/DSCN1781.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I am probably the only person over 12 that loves the circus, but I was so excited that MacRae was finally old enough this year to go.&amp;nbsp; I talked to him all about it, and showed him the website before we went, so he was really excited to go.&amp;nbsp; We went early to the pre-show to see the clowns, which MacRae was not so eager to get his picture taken with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TKvbz-_KvsI/AAAAAAAACjI/74q75NYoczY/s1600/DSCN1784.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TKvbz-_KvsI/AAAAAAAACjI/74q75NYoczY/s400/DSCN1784.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But he did love sitting on his Daddy shoulders watching the elephant paint.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TKvWvDqKiTI/AAAAAAAACi4/GeFhWKzc17w/s1600/DSCN1783.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TKvWvDqKiTI/AAAAAAAACi4/GeFhWKzc17w/s400/DSCN1783.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TKvW4wuHTtI/AAAAAAAACi8/0J-FvV52Ua0/s1600/DSCN1785.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TKvW4wuHTtI/AAAAAAAACi8/0J-FvV52Ua0/s400/DSCN1785.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;They gave out free noses, so I couldn't resist to get a picture.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TKvXGgkgLSI/AAAAAAAACjA/sRJpRx1vtCY/s1600/DSCN1787.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TKvXGgkgLSI/AAAAAAAACjA/sRJpRx1vtCY/s400/DSCN1787.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;MacRaes favorite things were the motorcycle guys in the ball.&amp;nbsp; They just kept adding more people and by then end there were 7 riders.&amp;nbsp; He could not get figure out how they were not bashing into&amp;nbsp;each other.&amp;nbsp; He also loved the guys on the trampolines doing all sorts of tricks.&amp;nbsp; Ever since we bought him a tramp, he has been fascinated with anything to do with them.&amp;nbsp; He also loved the snow cones and popcorn, just like his Mommy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TKvXQriE1dI/AAAAAAAACjE/zzp9z9GWIhE/s1600/DSCN1793.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TKvXQriE1dI/AAAAAAAACjE/zzp9z9GWIhE/s400/DSCN1793.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It was such a fun night, and MacRae and I loved every minute of it.&amp;nbsp; Stu is not so found of it, but was a good Daddy to come.&amp;nbsp; I honestly can't wait to go again next year!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5503191444330857281-1307349941162286916?l=flockhartclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flockhartclan.blogspot.com/feeds/1307349941162286916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5503191444330857281&amp;postID=1307349941162286916' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503191444330857281/posts/default/1307349941162286916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503191444330857281/posts/default/1307349941162286916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flockhartclan.blogspot.com/2010/10/greatest-show-on-earth.html' title='The Greatest Show On Earth'/><author><name>Flockhart Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726146940999043825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/SnBgxbQSEwI/AAAAAAAABPE/qxT29Q1CVTU/S220/P1010029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TKvWiKJFj-I/AAAAAAAACi0/ybNzKiL0co8/s72-c/DSCN1781.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503191444330857281.post-1658973118422808700</id><published>2010-09-23T22:27:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T12:13:01.806-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Long Hard Road......But So Worth The Wait!!!</title><content type='html'>The January before Macrae turned&amp;nbsp;2, which was about 18 months ago,&amp;nbsp;we decided that we were emotionally ready to try and have another baby.&amp;nbsp; I had been praying about what to do and got my answer that we needed to try everything we&amp;nbsp;could to get MacRae a sibling.&amp;nbsp; I had been hanging on to my prescriptions for Clomid&amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;&amp;nbsp;Glucophage ( Fertility Medications) already for a few months, preparing myself to start this process again.&amp;nbsp; We figured that it worked to get pregnant with&amp;nbsp;MacRae, so we had every hope that we would get pregnant within a year or so.&amp;nbsp; Well we were wrong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started out by just doing the regular dose and when that didn't bring any results my doctor doubled it.&amp;nbsp; I took it the next month at the doubled dose and still no luck.&amp;nbsp; We then tripled it for four more rounds, and it still wasn't working.&amp;nbsp; I was so sick throwing up every day, my hair falling out, gaining weight, and so emotional, but still nothing.&amp;nbsp; I then went in for a HSG procedure where they put die through your fallopian tubes to look for any blockage.&amp;nbsp; My left one was blocked, and so they cleaned it out.&amp;nbsp; We then were so hopeful that it would work this month.&amp;nbsp; But we were met with just disappointment again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After nine rounds and an entire year of trying, we decided that we just needed a break and so did my body.&amp;nbsp; I got off of all the hormones, and just let my body get back to normal.&amp;nbsp; We took a very much needed trip to Hawaii, followed by an amazing trip to Disneyland.&amp;nbsp; I lost weight and starting running again, and felling like myself.&amp;nbsp; When we got home from Disneyland we scheduled our appointment with the Reproductive Care Center.&amp;nbsp; I canceled and rescheduled my appointment 3 different times, because it was so hard to have to sign up to deal with all the disappointment again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a month of dragging&amp;nbsp;my feet we finally went in and talked to our new doctor Dr Heiner.&amp;nbsp; He was amazing and very positive.&amp;nbsp; He figured out that I have Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome, and was convinced that if they could just get me to ovulate then we would be able to conceive.&amp;nbsp; After trying for so long, we were anxious to get started, so I began talking a new oral&amp;nbsp;medication called Femara&amp;nbsp;the following month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This first month on the new medication I finally got a positive ovulation test, and went in 24 hours later for an IUI Insemination.&amp;nbsp; We then had to wait 2 weeks to see if it worked.&amp;nbsp; I had convinced myself that it was going to work, I felt like I had morning sickness, and I was certain that I was pregnant.&amp;nbsp; But that dreadful day came, and I realized I wasn't.&amp;nbsp; I was heart broken.&amp;nbsp; I felt like I had waisted the last 15 months of my life for nothing.&amp;nbsp; This I think was the lowest I had felt during the last 5 years.&amp;nbsp; Luckily I have an amazing husband, that doesn't get sick of telling me sweet things, or listening to me cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days later I went in for an ultrasound to see if my eggs were viable, or if it was time to think about other options.&amp;nbsp; My ultrasound showed that everything looked exactly how it should.&amp;nbsp; So we then decided to try another month.&amp;nbsp; This month I took the same oral medication Femara, also with FSG Injections, and HCG Injections, followed by internal ultrasounds 3 times a week.&amp;nbsp; We got another positive ovulation test, and the ultrasound showed that we had 3 viable eggs, so we went ahead with the IUI Insemination again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next 2 weeks waiting, was the longest 2 weeks of my life.&amp;nbsp; I would not let myself think that it would work even work for a second, because it was to hard to deal with.&amp;nbsp; The day finally came when I was supposed to do a pregnancy test.&amp;nbsp; I took it first thing in the morning, and when I got a positive result, I had to keep looking at it because I was convinced I was seeing it wrong.&amp;nbsp; I then called my doctor and went straight there for a blood test.&amp;nbsp; The test came back that I was pregnant and that my hormone levels were what they were supposed to be.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just could not believe it.&amp;nbsp; I didn't tell Stu what I had been doing all that day, because I was afraid if I told anyone it wouldn't be true.&amp;nbsp; That day when he got home I had MacRae put on a shirt that said Big Brother (that I had bought 6 months earlier), and walk into the bathroom and show him.&amp;nbsp; The look on his face&amp;nbsp;was priceless, and I saw all the&amp;nbsp;worry and stress leave instantly.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I am glad that I am the only one that got to see it, since it was so special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back a few days later for another blood test, and my levels had more than double, so everything was going perfectly normal.&amp;nbsp; We then had to wait another 2 weeks to come in for an ultrasound, to make sure everything was alright.&amp;nbsp; For the next 2 weeks I could not stop&amp;nbsp;smiling and thanking my heavenly father for such an amazing miracle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day we went to our appointment we were both excited, and just smiling like 2 little kids.&amp;nbsp; The doctor came in and started the ultrasound he was scanning along and said " I see the first sack."&amp;nbsp; Me and Stu both thought, first sack as opposed to how many?&amp;nbsp; He then said, "Here is the first sack and the second sack.", and showed us a picture of there little beating hearts.&amp;nbsp; We knew that there was a 40% chance of twins, but we didn't think that we could really have twins.&amp;nbsp; But there they were on the screen and we could see there little heartbeats, and see them moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TJQ92XLAS5I/AAAAAAAACiQ/lNQA44Iv3Ks/s1600/MacRae+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" qx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TJQ92XLAS5I/AAAAAAAACiQ/lNQA44Iv3Ks/s400/MacRae+1.jpg" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;If they look anything like this beautiful boy, they will be perfect!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had&amp;nbsp;3 ultrasound since then, and I am now 11 weeks along.&amp;nbsp; Every time I get to see and hear them, it just melts my heart, and I forget about all that we have gone through to get them.&amp;nbsp; I feel so blessed, and can't believe that this is really happening to me.&amp;nbsp; I never thought that we would have MacRae, and now I will be blessed to be a mother of 3.&amp;nbsp; I feel so under qualified for this job, but I know that my Heavenly Father, and Stuart have faith in me and that is all I need.&amp;nbsp; It will be&amp;nbsp;a long wait to finally&amp;nbsp;hold my sweet little babies, but I am going to love every minute of it.&amp;nbsp; Most people never get to witness a miracle in their lives, but I have been blessed with three!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are our sweet little babies:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;﻿Baby A&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TJwoO4U0DfI/AAAAAAAACiY/5lfrEQ9YehU/s1600/scan0003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="288" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TJwoO4U0DfI/AAAAAAAACiY/5lfrEQ9YehU/s400/scan0003.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Baby B&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TJwocIK9XZI/AAAAAAAACig/z_Friqv11cA/s1600/scan0005.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="296" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TJwocIK9XZI/AAAAAAAACig/z_Friqv11cA/s400/scan0005.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The 2 Together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TJwoasm0aNI/AAAAAAAACic/gA6ftWc5enA/s1600/scan0004.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="297" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TJwoasm0aNI/AAAAAAAACic/gA6ftWc5enA/s400/scan0004.jpg" width="400" /&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/5503191444330857281-1658973118422808700?l=flockhartclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flockhartclan.blogspot.com/feeds/1658973118422808700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5503191444330857281&amp;postID=1658973118422808700' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503191444330857281/posts/default/1658973118422808700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503191444330857281/posts/default/1658973118422808700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flockhartclan.blogspot.com/2010/09/long-hard-roadbut-so-worth-wait.html' title='A Long Hard Road......But So Worth The Wait!!!'/><author><name>Flockhart Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726146940999043825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/SnBgxbQSEwI/AAAAAAAABPE/qxT29Q1CVTU/S220/P1010029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TJQ92XLAS5I/AAAAAAAACiQ/lNQA44Iv3Ks/s72-c/MacRae+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503191444330857281.post-1476521054726278650</id><published>2010-09-17T11:02:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T16:27:19.543-06:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day Of School</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TI6v1kJPEmI/AAAAAAAAChQ/czZ3Dqjey3A/s1600/DSCN1759.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TI6v1kJPEmI/AAAAAAAAChQ/czZ3Dqjey3A/s400/DSCN1759.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I cannot believe that my little preemie baby is big enough to go to Preschool.&amp;nbsp; He started the day after labor day, at a cute little neighborhood school.&amp;nbsp; He was so excited that he woke up at 5 am ready to go.&amp;nbsp; We got him all ready, and I made him get his picture taken before we left home.&amp;nbsp;This is the best pose I could get out of him, but it is so him and his little fiery personality.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TI6wzG8klWI/AAAAAAAAChY/p95W_3DgJaE/s1600/DSCN1760.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TI6wzG8klWI/AAAAAAAAChY/p95W_3DgJaE/s400/DSCN1760.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;He was a little bummed when he realized that he doesn't get to ride the bus to school, but quickly got over it when I told him he could ride his bike there.&amp;nbsp; He just pedaled his little heart out to get there, and kept telling me we had to hurry or we would be late.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TI6xmW6SQ0I/AAAAAAAAChg/hWzEGazYyfw/s1600/DSCN1761.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TI6xmW6SQ0I/AAAAAAAAChg/hWzEGazYyfw/s400/DSCN1761.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;He was a little worried about me leaving him there and had to give me an extra hug (which almost made me change my mind about school and take him home), but I held strong and left him there.&amp;nbsp; He was so excited when he saw me there to come pick him up, that it was almost worth leaving him there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TI6y6LrJvMI/AAAAAAAACho/aIiLjf8dM8Y/s1600/DSCN1762.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TI6y6LrJvMI/AAAAAAAACho/aIiLjf8dM8Y/s400/DSCN1762.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Here is his cute teacher Mrs Amber.&amp;nbsp; He wasn't sure about having his picture taken with her, but he will warm up.&amp;nbsp; He talks about her everyday, and asks when it is time to go back to school.&amp;nbsp; So if he is still loving it&amp;nbsp;after 2 weeks, then I know he was ready to go to school.&amp;nbsp; If it is this hard to send him 2 days a weeks for 2 hours, how will I ever make it through a whole day without him.&amp;nbsp; I love this little guy so much, and I am so glad that we are lucky enough to send him to such an amazing person to love and teach him&amp;nbsp;for us!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5503191444330857281-1476521054726278650?l=flockhartclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flockhartclan.blogspot.com/feeds/1476521054726278650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5503191444330857281&amp;postID=1476521054726278650' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503191444330857281/posts/default/1476521054726278650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503191444330857281/posts/default/1476521054726278650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flockhartclan.blogspot.com/2010/09/first-day-of-school.html' title='First Day Of School'/><author><name>Flockhart Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726146940999043825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/SnBgxbQSEwI/AAAAAAAABPE/qxT29Q1CVTU/S220/P1010029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TI6v1kJPEmI/AAAAAAAAChQ/czZ3Dqjey3A/s72-c/DSCN1759.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503191444330857281.post-3502425227520553842</id><published>2010-09-15T15:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T15:55:58.332-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bear Lake With The Flockharts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TI6ouk517-I/AAAAAAAACgQ/2ixD-GMFFEI/s1600/DSCN1737.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TI6ouk517-I/AAAAAAAACgQ/2ixD-GMFFEI/s400/DSCN1737.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We ended the summer by going on a trip to Bear Lake with almost all of the Flockhart Family.&amp;nbsp; We were luck enough to go up a few days earlier with just Stu's parents.&amp;nbsp; The first day we went for a little drive and to see some church historical sites, followed by lunch in a cute little diner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TI6oSS6CGNI/AAAAAAAACgI/KTUBnOp4CAw/s1600/DSCN1734.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TI6oSS6CGNI/AAAAAAAACgI/KTUBnOp4CAw/s400/DSCN1734.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TI6puPq6y_I/AAAAAAAACgY/0VPjeBDPIWo/s1600/DSCN1736.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TI6puPq6y_I/AAAAAAAACgY/0VPjeBDPIWo/s400/DSCN1736.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Here is an old Tabernacle we went to.&amp;nbsp; MacRae loved to run up and down all of the stairs and hallways.&amp;nbsp; The bossy old tour guide was not so happy, but at least he had a good time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TI6qr2714pI/AAAAAAAACgg/ZwApSoKFEog/s1600/DSCN1742.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TI6qr2714pI/AAAAAAAACgg/ZwApSoKFEog/s400/DSCN1742.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Had lots of wrestling, and tickling time with Grandma!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TI6rFTRQAHI/AAAAAAAACgo/StljtBDByw4/s1600/DSCN1746.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TI6rFTRQAHI/AAAAAAAACgo/StljtBDByw4/s400/DSCN1746.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Rode the Four wheelers the second we woke up until dark!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TI6sfSopoJI/AAAAAAAACg4/-0ZLLhAcHmI/s1600/DSCN1749.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TI6sfSopoJI/AAAAAAAACg4/-0ZLLhAcHmI/s400/DSCN1749.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;MacRae could not get enough of the tub.&amp;nbsp; He was a little leery at first, but after one ride he was hooked.&amp;nbsp; He and Stacy rode until we made him get off.&amp;nbsp; Every one needs an Aunt Stacy.&amp;nbsp; He would just scream, and bounce up and down.&amp;nbsp; Stacy kept thinking he was going to fly out and was holding on tight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TI6tcglcCeI/AAAAAAAAChA/OGDQFwmV6O0/s1600/DSCN1754.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TI6tcglcCeI/AAAAAAAAChA/OGDQFwmV6O0/s400/DSCN1754.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And of course we finished the day off with riding with Daddy.&amp;nbsp; These two are seriously the same person, and not afraid of anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TI6t0yBmMDI/AAAAAAAAChI/A9Zdlj_bsj8/s1600/DSCN1757.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TI6t0yBmMDI/AAAAAAAAChI/A9Zdlj_bsj8/s400/DSCN1757.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This was such a fun, and much needed vacation with family.&amp;nbsp; We had tons of fun together, ate lots of raspberry shakes, took naps, and just enjoyed being together.&amp;nbsp; Thanks Heather and Drew for such a fun and stress free vacation.&amp;nbsp; We love you so much!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5503191444330857281-3502425227520553842?l=flockhartclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flockhartclan.blogspot.com/feeds/3502425227520553842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5503191444330857281&amp;postID=3502425227520553842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503191444330857281/posts/default/3502425227520553842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503191444330857281/posts/default/3502425227520553842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flockhartclan.blogspot.com/2010/09/bear-lake-with-flockharts.html' title='Bear Lake With The Flockharts'/><author><name>Flockhart Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726146940999043825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/SnBgxbQSEwI/AAAAAAAABPE/qxT29Q1CVTU/S220/P1010029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TI6ouk517-I/AAAAAAAACgQ/2ixD-GMFFEI/s72-c/DSCN1737.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503191444330857281.post-4356415310488482958</id><published>2010-09-13T16:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T16:38:14.051-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day At Lagoon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TI5ZqBKqdNI/AAAAAAAACfA/9CTiq8CsUCo/s1600/DSCN1699.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TI5ZqBKqdNI/AAAAAAAACfA/9CTiq8CsUCo/s400/DSCN1699.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A few weeks ago we went to Lagoon with Steven, Jill, and Ella.&amp;nbsp; MacRae absolutely loved it.&amp;nbsp; This year he was tall enough to ride most of the kids rides by himself, and some bigger ones with an adult.&amp;nbsp; He always has such a serious little face, when he is excited about doing something new.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TI5abpOM8OI/AAAAAAAACfI/-4wEMY5rjcQ/s1600/DSCN1700.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TI5abpOM8OI/AAAAAAAACfI/-4wEMY5rjcQ/s400/DSCN1700.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;MacRae can not get enough of his cute cousin Ella, can you blame him with that cute little face.&amp;nbsp; They got to ride lots of rides together, and had to always sit by each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TI5bESRkCbI/AAAAAAAACfQ/cgne1LrJbvI/s1600/DSCN1704.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TI5bESRkCbI/AAAAAAAACfQ/cgne1LrJbvI/s400/DSCN1704.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Loves his picture taken, just like his Daddy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TI5bbsQouQI/AAAAAAAACfY/kPiF3DfPCm8/s1600/DSCN1706.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TI5bbsQouQI/AAAAAAAACfY/kPiF3DfPCm8/s400/DSCN1706.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We rode the train with the kids while Steven and Stuart rode some Daddy rides.&amp;nbsp; It actually was worth the ride.&amp;nbsp; There were a bunch of really cool animals on it.&amp;nbsp; Lions, Tigers, Lamas, Deer, and whole bunch more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TI5cBA_SCPI/AAAAAAAACfg/lr2xp6uuM7Q/s1600/DSCN1708.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TI5cBA_SCPI/AAAAAAAACfg/lr2xp6uuM7Q/s400/DSCN1708.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We found this ride by the end of the night.&amp;nbsp; It goes up and down and shoots you with water.&amp;nbsp; Since MacRae isn't too happy about getting his clothes wet, we thought he wouldn't like it.&amp;nbsp; Boy were we wrong he rode it 3 times in a row.&amp;nbsp; Luckily he has such a good Daddy to take him on it over and over.&amp;nbsp; They both got soaked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TI5coPkXaMI/AAAAAAAACfo/wXrVFSt4_2w/s1600/DSCN1713.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TI5coPkXaMI/AAAAAAAACfo/wXrVFSt4_2w/s400/DSCN1713.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Since MacRae was already wet, he decided that he wanted to play in the water fountain.&amp;nbsp; He would just close his eyes and run through, not paying attention to a little boy half hid size that he ran into a few times and knocked him to the ground.&amp;nbsp; It didn't seem to faze either one of them, and they kept playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TI5d3Rpr03I/AAAAAAAACfw/cQvrKHdF1aw/s1600/DSCN1715.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TI5d3Rpr03I/AAAAAAAACfw/cQvrKHdF1aw/s400/DSCN1715.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;By the end he was sitting on the holes to block out all the water!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TI6nG_p60gI/AAAAAAAACf4/hqVUznr2P0g/s1600/DSCN1718.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TI6nG_p60gI/AAAAAAAACf4/hqVUznr2P0g/s320/DSCN1718.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Here is our little guy by the end of the night all bundled up trying to get warm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TI6njSHTCnI/AAAAAAAACgA/-plwlK3LTXM/s1600/DSCN1717.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TI6njSHTCnI/AAAAAAAACgA/-plwlK3LTXM/s400/DSCN1717.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I am not a big fan of Lagoon, but to watch MacRae have so much fun is so well worth it!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5503191444330857281-4356415310488482958?l=flockhartclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flockhartclan.blogspot.com/feeds/4356415310488482958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5503191444330857281&amp;postID=4356415310488482958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503191444330857281/posts/default/4356415310488482958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503191444330857281/posts/default/4356415310488482958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flockhartclan.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-at-lagoon.html' title='A Day At Lagoon'/><author><name>Flockhart Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726146940999043825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/SnBgxbQSEwI/AAAAAAAABPE/qxT29Q1CVTU/S220/P1010029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TI5ZqBKqdNI/AAAAAAAACfA/9CTiq8CsUCo/s72-c/DSCN1699.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503191444330857281.post-4895388834832017693</id><published>2010-08-15T22:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T22:04:00.711-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What We Have Been Up To</title><content type='html'>Well it has been awhile since I have blogged.&amp;nbsp; Life has been a little crazy lately, and we have had a lot going on, but we have also done a bunch of fun things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TGixmxFCrqI/AAAAAAAACd0/jHSbSQVErDE/s1600/DSCN1674.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TGixmxFCrqI/AAAAAAAACd0/jHSbSQVErDE/s400/DSCN1674.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My handsome little handy man helped me paint the laundry room.&amp;nbsp; He is always so helpful anytime we have a project that we need to get done.&amp;nbsp; He saw me get out the paint, and he through off his shirt to come help me.&amp;nbsp; I cannot get enough of this little guy, and his cute farmer's tan!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TGiyXKEoZVI/AAAAAAAACd8/CcKsUiopI5Y/s1600/DSCN1691.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TGiyXKEoZVI/AAAAAAAACd8/CcKsUiopI5Y/s400/DSCN1691.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We also took MacRae to the Drive-In for the first time, with the Lucero girls, and Ben &amp;amp; Stacy.&amp;nbsp; We borrowed Papa Steve's Big Red Truck and loaded it with a mattress and blankets.&amp;nbsp; MacRae could not get over that he was watching a movie outside, and in Grandpa's truck.&amp;nbsp; He also discovered that he could climb through the little window from the back to the front of the truck, and did this the entire first movie.&amp;nbsp; He did so amazing and was so happy to just be there and be with the girls.&amp;nbsp; We will definitely be going again before it gets cold.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TGi07mK2_VI/AAAAAAAACeM/ogE_pFj7Zws/s1600/DSCN1693.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TGi07mK2_VI/AAAAAAAACeM/ogE_pFj7Zws/s400/DSCN1693.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I also turned 28th on the 3rd and had the best day ever.&amp;nbsp; Stu took me out on a hot date the weekend before so I wanted to spend my actually birthday with MacRae.&amp;nbsp; We decided to go to Incredible Pizza for the afternoon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TGi1VGLEr-I/AAAAAAAACeU/5mCa8IJ1TXs/s1600/DSCN1694.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TGi1VGLEr-I/AAAAAAAACeU/5mCa8IJ1TXs/s400/DSCN1694.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;We started off with Mini Golf.&amp;nbsp; They had all of these cut-outs that you could get your pictures in, and I just couldn't resist.&amp;nbsp; I think we seriuosly have a professional golfer on our hands.&amp;nbsp; He loves to golf whether it is mini-golf, in the backyard, or at the golf course, and he is amazingly good for a 3 year old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TGi2kpwXC1I/AAAAAAAACes/VbgOYG7QAlQ/s1600/DSCN1696.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TGi2kpwXC1I/AAAAAAAACes/VbgOYG7QAlQ/s320/DSCN1696.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Me and MacRae rode the little Go-Carts.&amp;nbsp; We turned the corner and ran into some girl, and MacRae could not stop laughing, and telling me to bash into more cars.&amp;nbsp; We also played "Tiny Bowling" as MacRae calls it.&amp;nbsp; It was so funny to watch him through the tiny ball, with such a serious face.&amp;nbsp; He is such a sweet boy, and would tell us it was our turn, and when we couldn't hit all the pins down with the first ball he had to finish it for us.&amp;nbsp; We ended the day with playing Arcade games, and stopping for a slurpee on the way home.&amp;nbsp; It was the best birthday ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Turning another year older always makes me reflect back on the last year.&amp;nbsp; I am not going to lie it has been a really hard year, but I chose the perfect person to have to go through it with.&amp;nbsp; I love my husband so much, and could not ask for a better person to spend eternity with.&amp;nbsp; As for the other love in my life, I am still so amazed that I am lucky enough to be this little boys Mom.&amp;nbsp; I never imagined how much I would truly learn from, and love this fantastic little boy.&amp;nbsp; Thanks to both of you for such an amazing Birthday, and life that I live with the 2 of you!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5503191444330857281-4895388834832017693?l=flockhartclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flockhartclan.blogspot.com/feeds/4895388834832017693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5503191444330857281&amp;postID=4895388834832017693' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503191444330857281/posts/default/4895388834832017693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503191444330857281/posts/default/4895388834832017693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flockhartclan.blogspot.com/2010/08/what-we-have-been-up-to.html' title='What We Have Been Up To'/><author><name>Flockhart Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726146940999043825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/SnBgxbQSEwI/AAAAAAAABPE/qxT29Q1CVTU/S220/P1010029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TGixmxFCrqI/AAAAAAAACd0/jHSbSQVErDE/s72-c/DSCN1674.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503191444330857281.post-4810610520727401959</id><published>2010-07-23T17:08:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T20:59:37.368-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Boys!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TEkkDAGY8II/AAAAAAAACds/OJIOiT7SOH0/s1600/DSCN1678.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" hw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TEkkDAGY8II/AAAAAAAACds/OJIOiT7SOH0/s400/DSCN1678.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After a very long and stressful week, I come home to this, and I am reminded that&amp;nbsp;life doesn't get any better than this, and nothing else matters than them!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5503191444330857281-4810610520727401959?l=flockhartclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flockhartclan.blogspot.com/feeds/4810610520727401959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5503191444330857281&amp;postID=4810610520727401959' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503191444330857281/posts/default/4810610520727401959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503191444330857281/posts/default/4810610520727401959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flockhartclan.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-boys.html' title='My Boys!!!'/><author><name>Flockhart Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726146940999043825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/SnBgxbQSEwI/AAAAAAAABPE/qxT29Q1CVTU/S220/P1010029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TEkkDAGY8II/AAAAAAAACds/OJIOiT7SOH0/s72-c/DSCN1678.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503191444330857281.post-8271221361122392040</id><published>2010-07-18T21:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T21:59:00.595-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Eclipse Premiere</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TDVNffDpyWI/AAAAAAAACcc/qc-AcFpjiuY/s1600/DSCN1624.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" rw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TDVNffDpyWI/AAAAAAAACcc/qc-AcFpjiuY/s400/DSCN1624.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Lauren was able to get us tickets opening night to a showing at 5:30 pm in a theatre that her friend had rented out.&amp;nbsp; This is our 3 Twilight move premiere together as a book club.&amp;nbsp; We were sad that Hillary and Ashlee couldn't make it this year, but the rest of us were there.&amp;nbsp; None of us are really that big of fans of the movies, but it has become a tradition to go together.&amp;nbsp; I love you ladies!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5503191444330857281-8271221361122392040?l=flockhartclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flockhartclan.blogspot.com/feeds/8271221361122392040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5503191444330857281&amp;postID=8271221361122392040' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503191444330857281/posts/default/8271221361122392040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503191444330857281/posts/default/8271221361122392040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flockhartclan.blogspot.com/2010/07/eclipse-premiere.html' title='Eclipse Premiere'/><author><name>Flockhart Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726146940999043825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/SnBgxbQSEwI/AAAAAAAABPE/qxT29Q1CVTU/S220/P1010029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TDVNffDpyWI/AAAAAAAACcc/qc-AcFpjiuY/s72-c/DSCN1624.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503191444330857281.post-7870404261428465065</id><published>2010-07-16T15:51:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T15:51:17.301-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Flower Fridays</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TEDTwx_uw5I/AAAAAAAACdk/HARBX19xULk/s1600/DSCN1683.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" hw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TEDTwx_uw5I/AAAAAAAACdk/HARBX19xULk/s400/DSCN1683.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I love Flower Friday's, but not more than I Love the Hot Man who&amp;nbsp;delivers&amp;nbsp;them!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&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/5503191444330857281-7870404261428465065?l=flockhartclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flockhartclan.blogspot.com/feeds/7870404261428465065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5503191444330857281&amp;postID=7870404261428465065' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503191444330857281/posts/default/7870404261428465065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503191444330857281/posts/default/7870404261428465065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flockhartclan.blogspot.com/2010/07/flower-fridays.html' title='Flower Fridays'/><author><name>Flockhart Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726146940999043825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/SnBgxbQSEwI/AAAAAAAABPE/qxT29Q1CVTU/S220/P1010029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TEDTwx_uw5I/AAAAAAAACdk/HARBX19xULk/s72-c/DSCN1683.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503191444330857281.post-3716732855867964129</id><published>2010-07-15T22:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T22:05:01.699-06:00</updated><title type='text'>4th of July Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TDVPoat9boI/AAAAAAAACc8/I6c5lC6xCyA/s1600/DSCN1626.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TDVPoat9boI/AAAAAAAACc8/I6c5lC6xCyA/s320/DSCN1626.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Our weekend started out by picking up Tanner and Courtney&amp;nbsp;for a&amp;nbsp;sleep over, and with a fashion show from Tanner in MacRae's Halloween costume.&amp;nbsp; This boy cracks me up.&amp;nbsp; I can't get over this pic!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TDVO5kNmqYI/AAAAAAAACck/A6hoDFvn_uQ/s1600/DSCN1627.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" rw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TDVO5kNmqYI/AAAAAAAACck/A6hoDFvn_uQ/s400/DSCN1627.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The next morning we went to the West Jordan parade.&amp;nbsp; Our amazing Daddy went at 7:30 am to make sure we had good seats.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TDVPIC2A8XI/AAAAAAAACcs/gvc09Rqa3OE/s1600/DSCN1629.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TDVPIC2A8XI/AAAAAAAACcs/gvc09Rqa3OE/s320/DSCN1629.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;MacRae wasn't feeling very good, but was still excited to go, and see the police cars.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TDVP24SDqII/AAAAAAAACdE/73Ze25qmmN0/s1600/DSCN1631.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TDVP24SDqII/AAAAAAAACdE/73Ze25qmmN0/s320/DSCN1631.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Here is MacRae looking through his "Spy-Scope"&amp;nbsp;waiting for the parade to start!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TDVPUkkBzkI/AAAAAAAACc0/_LQUd89bdxU/s1600/DSCN1632.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TDVPUkkBzkI/AAAAAAAACc0/_LQUd89bdxU/s320/DSCN1632.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;By the end he had had enough, and was taking a little snooze under the blanket.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TDVQEEtdYAI/AAAAAAAACdM/gT-nzrMd8OA/s1600/DSCN1633.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TDVQEEtdYAI/AAAAAAAACdM/gT-nzrMd8OA/s320/DSCN1633.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We went to the carnival after and Stu and Crae climbed on this, and rode a few rides.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TDVQQvUTUaI/AAAAAAAACdU/fub76sKQyRw/s1600/DSCN1636.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TDVQQvUTUaI/AAAAAAAACdU/fub76sKQyRw/s320/DSCN1636.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We didn't stay very long since MacRae wasn't feeling good, But after a good nap he was ready for Grandma and Grandpas house.&amp;nbsp; We ended the day by having a BBQ at their house, and lighting fireworks.&amp;nbsp; This year he wasn't as sacred of them, as long as they didn't make loud noises.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5503191444330857281-3716732855867964129?l=flockhartclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flockhartclan.blogspot.com/feeds/3716732855867964129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5503191444330857281&amp;postID=3716732855867964129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503191444330857281/posts/default/3716732855867964129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503191444330857281/posts/default/3716732855867964129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flockhartclan.blogspot.com/2010/07/4th-of-july-weekend.html' title='4th of July Weekend'/><author><name>Flockhart Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726146940999043825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/SnBgxbQSEwI/AAAAAAAABPE/qxT29Q1CVTU/S220/P1010029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TDVPoat9boI/AAAAAAAACc8/I6c5lC6xCyA/s72-c/DSCN1626.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503191444330857281.post-8612257423340417161</id><published>2010-07-13T18:17:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T18:17:00.612-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Boy Undies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TDVGv_VfGqI/AAAAAAAACb0/U0rZpmi3rT0/s1600/DSCN1662.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" rw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TDVGv_VfGqI/AAAAAAAACb0/U0rZpmi3rT0/s400/DSCN1662.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A week after we got home from Disneyland I decided to start potty training.&amp;nbsp; MacRae was a little unsure in the beginning when we talked about it, but after Daddy promised him a "Big Boy Bike" he was all for it.&amp;nbsp; The first day he had an accident about an hour after wearing underwear for the first time.&amp;nbsp; Once he realized that he got all wet when he peed without a diaper on, he did not want that to happen again, so he tried really hard to go in the potty.&amp;nbsp; The first week he had 3 accidents, when he couldn't make it inside, or to the toilet fast enough&amp;nbsp;, but other than that he was dry all day.&amp;nbsp; It took a little longer for him to able to go through the night, but he has worn under wear for the last week with no accidents.&amp;nbsp; I thought that I would be said not to have to change his diaper anymore, but I am so proud to say that my little guy is 100% potty trained!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Also when he started potty training his PJ's were getting to small, so we went to the store to get new ones.&amp;nbsp; I let him pick out the ones he wanted, hoping that he would be OK with wearing them.&amp;nbsp; Well he wasn't, once he realized that he couldn't wear the old ones, he decided on no PJ's.&amp;nbsp; Well that was 3 weeks ago and he still hasn't given in.&amp;nbsp; Wonder where he gets his stubbornness from?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TDvddoJsv0I/AAAAAAAACdc/lvb9oc0OdUQ/s1600/DSCN1675.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" rw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TDvddoJsv0I/AAAAAAAACdc/lvb9oc0OdUQ/s400/DSCN1675.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Here is the handsome little guy on his "Big Boy Bike", helmet and all.&amp;nbsp; He go to go to the store with Daddy, and pick out which one he wanted.&amp;nbsp; He wore the helmet wherever we went, and slept&amp;nbsp;it every night for the next 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day MacRae was outside with Stu mowing the lawn, and Stu let him pee in the backyard.&amp;nbsp; Big Mistake.&amp;nbsp; He will now pee outside at any chance he gets.&amp;nbsp; We try to get him to only pee in the backyard, since he does drop his pants to his ankles, but he has been known to pee in the front yard if he thinks we aren't watching.&amp;nbsp; One day I was cleaning his toilet, so he climbed out the dog door into the backyard to pee, and then knocked on the glass door to get back in.&amp;nbsp; Never a dull moment with this little guy around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5503191444330857281-8612257423340417161?l=flockhartclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flockhartclan.blogspot.com/feeds/8612257423340417161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5503191444330857281&amp;postID=8612257423340417161' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503191444330857281/posts/default/8612257423340417161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503191444330857281/posts/default/8612257423340417161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flockhartclan.blogspot.com/2010/07/big-boy-undies.html' title='Big Boy Undies'/><author><name>Flockhart Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726146940999043825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/SnBgxbQSEwI/AAAAAAAABPE/qxT29Q1CVTU/S220/P1010029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TDVGv_VfGqI/AAAAAAAACb0/U0rZpmi3rT0/s72-c/DSCN1662.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503191444330857281.post-2574740297444551889</id><published>2010-07-11T21:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T21:25:00.258-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Days At The Pool</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TDVF-5tomXI/AAAAAAAACbs/sryC4Qjy_WU/s1600/DSCN1621.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" rw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TDVF-5tomXI/AAAAAAAACbs/sryC4Qjy_WU/s400/DSCN1621.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ever since it got warm enough to swim, MacRae and I have have been going to Grandma and Grandpa Flockhart's pool at least twice a week.&amp;nbsp; When we first started going MacRae would just hang out in the kiddie pool.&amp;nbsp; Then he discovered his life jacket.&amp;nbsp; The little guy is such an animal now.&amp;nbsp; He just runs and jumps in, and swims off all by himself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TDVKnGh2tgI/AAAAAAAACb8/suyy445Q-hY/s1600/DSCN1620.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" rw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TDVKnGh2tgI/AAAAAAAACb8/suyy445Q-hY/s400/DSCN1620.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We did have a little incident when he got out to eat a snack, and then just ran and jumped in without his jacket on.&amp;nbsp; Luckily Stacy was there to save the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TDVKy41fh8I/AAAAAAAACcE/N7myg5sb5qo/s1600/DSCN1617.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" rw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TDVKy41fh8I/AAAAAAAACcE/N7myg5sb5qo/s400/DSCN1617.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Here is cute Aunt Stacy, Ian, and Crae&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TDVK_FseyvI/AAAAAAAACcM/-AWV3itlx8Y/s1600/DSCN1623.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" rw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TDVK_FseyvI/AAAAAAAACcM/-AWV3itlx8Y/s400/DSCN1623.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We have been able to spend so much fun time with cousins, family, and lots of friends just soaking up some rays.&amp;nbsp; I love going with this little guy, and seeing how proud of himslef that he can swim on his own.&amp;nbsp; He is for sure just like Stu, and so feerless of anything.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5503191444330857281-2574740297444551889?l=flockhartclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flockhartclan.blogspot.com/feeds/2574740297444551889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5503191444330857281&amp;postID=2574740297444551889' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503191444330857281/posts/default/2574740297444551889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503191444330857281/posts/default/2574740297444551889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flockhartclan.blogspot.com/2010/07/our-days-at-pool.html' title='Our Days At The Pool'/><author><name>Flockhart Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726146940999043825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/SnBgxbQSEwI/AAAAAAAABPE/qxT29Q1CVTU/S220/P1010029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TDVF-5tomXI/AAAAAAAACbs/sryC4Qjy_WU/s72-c/DSCN1621.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503191444330857281.post-7296160941977584871</id><published>2010-07-08T21:06:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T19:37:49.369-06:00</updated><title type='text'>See You In 2 Ty!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TDVBFqTxpnI/AAAAAAAACbU/eZ7G9K1eXZs/s1600/DSCN1639.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" rw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TDVBFqTxpnI/AAAAAAAACbU/eZ7G9K1eXZs/s400/DSCN1639.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Yesterday we were lucky enough to be able to take my cute nephew to the MTC.&amp;nbsp; He has been called to serve in the Hartford, Connecticut mission.&amp;nbsp; This kid is truly one of the most awesome, and entertaining&amp;nbsp;kids you will ever meet.&amp;nbsp; There is never a dull moment when he is around.&amp;nbsp; We are so proud of him, and his decision to serve the Lord.&amp;nbsp; He has been such a good influence on all of us, and is setting a great example to all the future missionaries in our family.&amp;nbsp; This is my 2nd nephew to serve a mission, so it comes to show what amazing mothers my sisters are.&amp;nbsp; Ty we love you so much, and so proud of you.&amp;nbsp; We will miss you and all your craziness, but look forward to seeing all the amazing things you do!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TDVBbm0UmkI/AAAAAAAACbc/f9HMbBpXLzw/s1600/DSCN1643.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TDVBbm0UmkI/AAAAAAAACbc/f9HMbBpXLzw/s320/DSCN1643.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/5503191444330857281-7296160941977584871?l=flockhartclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flockhartclan.blogspot.com/feeds/7296160941977584871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5503191444330857281&amp;postID=7296160941977584871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503191444330857281/posts/default/7296160941977584871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503191444330857281/posts/default/7296160941977584871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flockhartclan.blogspot.com/2010/07/see-you-in-2-ty.html' title='See You In 2 Ty!!!'/><author><name>Flockhart Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726146940999043825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/SnBgxbQSEwI/AAAAAAAABPE/qxT29Q1CVTU/S220/P1010029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TDVBFqTxpnI/AAAAAAAACbU/eZ7G9K1eXZs/s72-c/DSCN1639.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503191444330857281.post-7697070524172221568</id><published>2010-07-07T21:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T21:25:23.551-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Papa Drew!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TDVDffsFEhI/AAAAAAAACbk/uLGwiDn9tGI/s1600/DSCN1660.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" rw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TDVDffsFEhI/AAAAAAAACbk/uLGwiDn9tGI/s400/DSCN1660.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;It is hard to put into words how truly wonderful this man is.&amp;nbsp; I could not have asked for&amp;nbsp;a better father-in-law or grandpa.&amp;nbsp; He welcomed me into to his heart and home the moment I became a Flockhart.&amp;nbsp; He is so kind and generous, and would do anythng he could to help someone out.&amp;nbsp; The second he sees MacRae his whole face lights up, and he drops everything to be with him.&amp;nbsp; The moment we walk in the door at his house MacRae asks him to go talk to the tomatoes, or go on a hunt in the basement for things with flashlights, and Grandpa is always willing to go.&amp;nbsp; We love you so much Drew.&amp;nbsp; Thanks for all that you do for us.&amp;nbsp; Happy Birthday!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5503191444330857281-7697070524172221568?l=flockhartclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flockhartclan.blogspot.com/feeds/7697070524172221568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5503191444330857281&amp;postID=7697070524172221568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503191444330857281/posts/default/7697070524172221568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503191444330857281/posts/default/7697070524172221568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flockhartclan.blogspot.com/2010/07/happy-birthday-papa-drew.html' title='Happy Birthday Papa Drew!!!'/><author><name>Flockhart Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726146940999043825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/SnBgxbQSEwI/AAAAAAAABPE/qxT29Q1CVTU/S220/P1010029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TDVDffsFEhI/AAAAAAAACbk/uLGwiDn9tGI/s72-c/DSCN1660.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503191444330857281.post-1321264574741598540</id><published>2010-06-23T09:36:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T09:37:09.846-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Gardner Village Petting Zoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TCImjP-bVgI/AAAAAAAACa0/dtOuR2z-8PQ/s1600/DSCN1599.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" ru="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TCImjP-bVgI/AAAAAAAACa0/dtOuR2z-8PQ/s400/DSCN1599.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;MacRae loves any kind of animals, probably because he has a half pig, half dog living with him.&amp;nbsp; He also loves Gardner village, with the animals, all the different paths and bridges to run on, the candy store, and of course the ducks.&amp;nbsp; His cute Aunt Stacy was the first to take him to feed the ducks, when he was tiny, and has loved her and them ever since.&amp;nbsp; He has no fear when it come to animals, and will just walk straight up to them.&amp;nbsp; A few weeks ago we went to get some fresh air, and have lunch.&amp;nbsp; We sat on the ground to feed the ducks, and they swarmed us.&amp;nbsp; MacRae jumped in my lap, and put his bread up by his face so they couldn't get it.&amp;nbsp; Well one little duck took a little nibble on his lip trying to get the bread.&amp;nbsp; It didn't hurt him, just scared him.&amp;nbsp; Now he chooses to stand up and throw the bread at their heads, can't really blame him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TCImww8TwhI/AAAAAAAACa8/UqU06ge5ZX0/s1600/DSCN1604.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" ru="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TCImww8TwhI/AAAAAAAACa8/UqU06ge5ZX0/s400/DSCN1604.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Another favorite thing to do there is ride the Tu-Tu's (horses).&amp;nbsp; He is so serious when he rides, and just holds on tight.&amp;nbsp; When he is all done he give the horse a hug, and tells them "Good Ride Tu-Tu"!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TCIm86DrZFI/AAAAAAAACbE/L_dkmRwxSRY/s1600/DSCN1602.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ru="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TCIm86DrZFI/AAAAAAAACbE/L_dkmRwxSRY/s320/DSCN1602.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;At last but not least, the famous Petting Zoo.&amp;nbsp; MacRae loves it, and just runs around looking at all the animals.&amp;nbsp; His favorite is the baby sheep.&amp;nbsp; He loves to pet and hold them, and tell me how soft their fur is.&amp;nbsp; MacRae loves the little waterfall and bridge that goes over it, and runs on it over and over.&amp;nbsp; I seriously cannot get over this place.&amp;nbsp; It is a small little lot, chuck fool of random sedated animals, that are all just pooping and walking all over each other.&amp;nbsp; In&amp;nbsp;all the times we have been here, I have never seen this pig move.&amp;nbsp; I always check to see if he is still breathing, and somehow he is.&amp;nbsp; If you haven't been here, you are definitely missing out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5503191444330857281-1321264574741598540?l=flockhartclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flockhartclan.blogspot.com/feeds/1321264574741598540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5503191444330857281&amp;postID=1321264574741598540' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503191444330857281/posts/default/1321264574741598540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503191444330857281/posts/default/1321264574741598540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flockhartclan.blogspot.com/2010/06/gardner-village-petting-zoo.html' title='Gardner Village Petting Zoo'/><author><name>Flockhart Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726146940999043825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/SnBgxbQSEwI/AAAAAAAABPE/qxT29Q1CVTU/S220/P1010029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TCImjP-bVgI/AAAAAAAACa0/dtOuR2z-8PQ/s72-c/DSCN1599.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503191444330857281.post-4071488646580858287</id><published>2010-06-06T07:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T07:52:05.833-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Things Utah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TAgIfpZiMEI/AAAAAAAACak/ITTXYGvbCm4/s1600/DSCN1594.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TAgIfpZiMEI/AAAAAAAACak/ITTXYGvbCm4/s400/DSCN1594.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;My cute frend who is totally awesome, and can make anything was on Good Things Utah.&amp;nbsp; A whole bunch of us went together in our awesome matching shirts.&amp;nbsp; It was so fun to go with all these hot ladies.&amp;nbsp; If you have not checked out her Blog it is &lt;a href="http://crapivemade.blogspot.com/"&gt;crapivemade.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;, you will love it and her instantly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TAgI6l3J9gI/AAAAAAAACas/Cg7sgAMtARs/s1600/DSCN1598.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TAgI6l3J9gI/AAAAAAAACas/Cg7sgAMtARs/s400/DSCN1598.JPG" width="400" /&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/5503191444330857281-4071488646580858287?l=flockhartclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flockhartclan.blogspot.com/feeds/4071488646580858287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5503191444330857281&amp;postID=4071488646580858287' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503191444330857281/posts/default/4071488646580858287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503191444330857281/posts/default/4071488646580858287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flockhartclan.blogspot.com/2010/06/good-things-utah.html' title='Good Things Utah'/><author><name>Flockhart Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726146940999043825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/SnBgxbQSEwI/AAAAAAAABPE/qxT29Q1CVTU/S220/P1010029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TAgIfpZiMEI/AAAAAAAACak/ITTXYGvbCm4/s72-c/DSCN1594.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503191444330857281.post-648122982715477086</id><published>2010-06-06T07:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T07:51:34.065-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Jordan's Graduation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TAgHPlt5GnI/AAAAAAAACac/AryQ3-dnocU/s1600/DSCN1593.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TAgHPlt5GnI/AAAAAAAACac/AryQ3-dnocU/s400/DSCN1593.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I just wanted to tell my sweet nephew how proud I am of him.&amp;nbsp; He graduated yesterday from Jordan High School, and we were lucky enough to be able to be there.&amp;nbsp; He is such an amazing boy (whose is not so little anymore), and I have been lucky enough to have been able to have a close relationship with him ever since he was born.&amp;nbsp; We love you so much Jordan, and can't wait to see what other amazing things you will do with your life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5503191444330857281-648122982715477086?l=flockhartclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flockhartclan.blogspot.com/feeds/648122982715477086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5503191444330857281&amp;postID=648122982715477086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503191444330857281/posts/default/648122982715477086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503191444330857281/posts/default/648122982715477086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flockhartclan.blogspot.com/2010/06/jordans-graduation.html' title='Jordan&apos;s Graduation'/><author><name>Flockhart Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726146940999043825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/SnBgxbQSEwI/AAAAAAAABPE/qxT29Q1CVTU/S220/P1010029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TAgHPlt5GnI/AAAAAAAACac/AryQ3-dnocU/s72-c/DSCN1593.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503191444330857281.post-8613602195669353571</id><published>2010-06-03T13:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T13:48:07.788-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Out With Thomas</title><content type='html'>Last week we decided to go see Thomas the Train up in Heber.&amp;nbsp; MacRae was so excited to go, since he loves anything to do with Trains. &lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TAgEM3esyrI/AAAAAAAACZ8/MklE7ATSKa0/s1600/DSCN1575.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TAgEM3esyrI/AAAAAAAACZ8/MklE7ATSKa0/s400/DSCN1575.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;He was not so sure of Sir Topham Hat, after standing in line for a half an hour to see him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TAgDzhRpBUI/AAAAAAAACZ0/u1F2pjp478A/s1600/DSCN1572.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TAgDzhRpBUI/AAAAAAAACZ0/u1F2pjp478A/s400/DSCN1572.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;There was tons of fun things for the kids to do while they waited for their turn on the train.&amp;nbsp; We had to mini golf a few times, since it is MacRae's favorite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TAgEaHMKh1I/AAAAAAAACaE/_vbXnQTuRxg/s1600/DSCN1586.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TAgEaHMKh1I/AAAAAAAACaE/_vbXnQTuRxg/s400/DSCN1586.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;He was so excited when he saw the train pull into the station, that he could hardly wait to get on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TAgEsGOG4ZI/AAAAAAAACaM/gR8ls7r0uKY/s1600/DSCN1581.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TAgEsGOG4ZI/AAAAAAAACaM/gR8ls7r0uKY/s400/DSCN1581.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;While we were waiting for the train to go the Conductor yelled "All Aboard".&amp;nbsp; MacRae though it was so awesome, and couldn't stop smiling.&amp;nbsp; Every night before he goes to bed I have to tell him a story about a little boy names MacRae who rides the train to the north pole, the best part about this story is that only Mommy can tell it.&amp;nbsp; So I don't know who was more excited about going, him or me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TAgFIGkFEAI/AAAAAAAACaU/PAbSsZ6nn3Y/s1600/DSCN1587.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TAgFIGkFEAI/AAAAAAAACaU/PAbSsZ6nn3Y/s400/DSCN1587.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It was kind of a windy day, and a little cold, but well worth the wait to get on the train to see this little face light up.&amp;nbsp; I love that I am able to take him on little field trips by myself.&amp;nbsp; There truly is nothing more rewarding than being a mother, and being able to stay home with this cute little guy!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5503191444330857281-8613602195669353571?l=flockhartclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flockhartclan.blogspot.com/feeds/8613602195669353571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5503191444330857281&amp;postID=8613602195669353571' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503191444330857281/posts/default/8613602195669353571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503191444330857281/posts/default/8613602195669353571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flockhartclan.blogspot.com/2010/06/day-out-with-thomas.html' title='Day Out With Thomas'/><author><name>Flockhart Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726146940999043825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/SnBgxbQSEwI/AAAAAAAABPE/qxT29Q1CVTU/S220/P1010029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/TAgEM3esyrI/AAAAAAAACZ8/MklE7ATSKa0/s72-c/DSCN1575.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503191444330857281.post-1968011908773699563</id><published>2010-05-14T10:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T10:15:43.716-06:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Year Old Photo Shoot</title><content type='html'>Grandma Heather gets MacRae a gift certificate every year for his birthday to get his pictures taken.&amp;nbsp; This year we did them in downtown Midvale, and they turned out so cute.&amp;nbsp; They did such an amazing job and really got him to smile.&amp;nbsp; Thanks again Grandma you are the best!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S-uJBibuRMI/AAAAAAAACYk/whSs3u5Ohms/s1600/IMG_8302.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S-uJBibuRMI/AAAAAAAACYk/whSs3u5Ohms/s400/IMG_8302.jpg" width="400" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S-uJH_ThscI/AAAAAAAACYs/FISeqQEy8FU/s1600/IMG_8309.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S-uJH_ThscI/AAAAAAAACYs/FISeqQEy8FU/s400/IMG_8309.jpg" width="400" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S-uJNdLQogI/AAAAAAAACY0/2rizT1mgXoE/s1600/IMG_8338.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S-uJNdLQogI/AAAAAAAACY0/2rizT1mgXoE/s400/IMG_8338.jpg" width="267" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I had to for sure get one taken in his kilt to represent the Scottish!!&amp;nbsp; What a little sweetheart, with those big brown eyes!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5503191444330857281-1968011908773699563?l=flockhartclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flockhartclan.blogspot.com/feeds/1968011908773699563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5503191444330857281&amp;postID=1968011908773699563' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503191444330857281/posts/default/1968011908773699563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503191444330857281/posts/default/1968011908773699563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flockhartclan.blogspot.com/2010/05/3-year-old-photo-shoot.html' title='3 Year Old Photo Shoot'/><author><name>Flockhart Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726146940999043825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/SnBgxbQSEwI/AAAAAAAABPE/qxT29Q1CVTU/S220/P1010029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S-uJBibuRMI/AAAAAAAACYk/whSs3u5Ohms/s72-c/IMG_8302.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503191444330857281.post-5287316861124851150</id><published>2010-05-11T20:18:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T08:15:39.719-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sugarland &amp; Mothers Day!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S-oHt0_UcoI/AAAAAAAACYM/x_ZdXCtdbb0/s1600/DSCN1554.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S-oHt0_UcoI/AAAAAAAACYM/x_ZdXCtdbb0/s320/DSCN1554.JPG" tt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My&amp;nbsp;sweet husband&amp;nbsp;bought me tickets to Sugarland for Valentines Day, and we finally got to use them.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Since it was Mothers Day weekend and the week of our Anniversary we decided to celebrate&amp;nbsp;it by spending the night in&amp;nbsp;a hotel.&amp;nbsp; We dropped MacRae off at the Cluffs (His 2nd Mom), and headed down to the E-Center to check in to&amp;nbsp;our hotel.&amp;nbsp; We went out to dinner and then went to the concert.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S-oH8CTp1kI/AAAAAAAACYU/IShy3x6HHr0/s1600/DSCN1559.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S-oH8CTp1kI/AAAAAAAACYU/IShy3x6HHr0/s320/DSCN1559.JPG" tt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It was such an awesome concert, and I loved every minute of it.&amp;nbsp;Even Stu liked it.&amp;nbsp;They really&amp;nbsp;put on a great show.&amp;nbsp; We got to sleep in the next morning and go out to lunch just the 2 of us.&amp;nbsp; We then went and had a couples massage.&amp;nbsp; I thought a massage by myself was great, but it was even better with my hot hubby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S-oHPM-iThI/AAAAAAAACYE/W24LJGUGedA/s1600/DSCN1562.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S-oHPM-iThI/AAAAAAAACYE/W24LJGUGedA/s400/DSCN1562.JPG" tt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Mothers Day I got to sleep in and was woken up by my sweet little boy telling me "Happy Mothers Day". We then went to the in-laws for a wonderful BBQ. I missed not having my mom here this year, but I did get to talk to her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S-oPEYa-BrI/AAAAAAAACYc/ovmfHQVg4tM/s1600/DSCN1569.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S-oPEYa-BrI/AAAAAAAACYc/ovmfHQVg4tM/s400/DSCN1569.JPG" tt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I am so lucky to be a mother to this amazing little boy.&amp;nbsp; I have never experienced anything greater than being a mother.&amp;nbsp; Everyday isn't easy being a stay at home mom, but at the end of the day when I tuck this miracle into bed, it is totally worth it.&amp;nbsp; I am also so lucky to have such amazing mothers in my life, that love and teach me so much!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5503191444330857281-5287316861124851150?l=flockhartclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flockhartclan.blogspot.com/feeds/5287316861124851150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5503191444330857281&amp;postID=5287316861124851150' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503191444330857281/posts/default/5287316861124851150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503191444330857281/posts/default/5287316861124851150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flockhartclan.blogspot.com/2010/05/sugarland-mothers-day.html' title='Sugarland &amp; Mothers Day!!!'/><author><name>Flockhart Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726146940999043825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/SnBgxbQSEwI/AAAAAAAABPE/qxT29Q1CVTU/S220/P1010029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S-oHt0_UcoI/AAAAAAAACYM/x_ZdXCtdbb0/s72-c/DSCN1554.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503191444330857281.post-3510873927675772751</id><published>2010-05-07T09:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T09:37:05.882-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Anniversary!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S-Qsg_ofCMI/AAAAAAAACXs/m7bPv3rvK0s/s1600/scan0001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="393" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S-Qsg_ofCMI/AAAAAAAACXs/m7bPv3rvK0s/s400/scan0001.jpg" tt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I fell in love with this Handsome man the&amp;nbsp;moment I saw him walk off the plane, with crutches and all.&amp;nbsp; We got married in the Salt Lake Temple a year later, for time and all eternity, and have been happily married for 8 years.&amp;nbsp; We have definitely had our ups and downs, and trials, but I would not have chosen anyone else to go through this life with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I loved Stu the day we got married, but it does not even compare to how much I truly love him now.&amp;nbsp; He is such an amazing person, that I look up to so much.&amp;nbsp; He has taught me so much in life and helped me be a better person.&amp;nbsp; There is nothing that he can't fix or repair.&amp;nbsp; He makes me laugh, even when I am mad.&amp;nbsp; Even after being together for 9 years, I still get butterflies every time he kisses me!!!&amp;nbsp; Everyday I wake up I thank my heavenly father for giving me such an amazing Husband, Father and Best Friend.&amp;nbsp; I am so thankful to his parents, for raising such a strong wonderful man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only is he a great husband, but he is a wonderful Dad.&amp;nbsp; Any man who can go to work all day and be exhausted when he gets home, but still have time to spend quality time with his son is a keeper.&amp;nbsp; I used to feel bad that MacRae only wanted Stu to do things with him, or put him to bed, but now I have realized that it is just because he is such a great Dad, and he is his Hero.&amp;nbsp; MacRae tell me all the time that, "He has a cool Dad"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stu is also a very loyal person, and friend.&amp;nbsp; Once you are his friend you are friends for life, there is nothing you could do to make him stop loving you.&amp;nbsp; He is one of the most reliable people I know.&amp;nbsp; He would do anything for anyone at a moments notice, and forgives and forgets in an instant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Baby for putting up with me, and loving me for who I am.&amp;nbsp; I have never gone a day that I didn't know&amp;nbsp;just how much you&amp;nbsp;love me, and think I am beautiful.&amp;nbsp; It has been an amazing 8 years with you, and I can't wait to spend even more with you.&amp;nbsp; I love you so much.&amp;nbsp; Happy Anniversary!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S-QxToMCGxI/AAAAAAAACX0/klHeeIpt3pc/s1600/DSC06279.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S-QxToMCGxI/AAAAAAAACX0/klHeeIpt3pc/s400/DSC06279.JPG" tt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S-Qx0F4S7II/AAAAAAAACX8/dKelCFYmuVQ/s1600/DSCN1545.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S-Qx0F4S7II/AAAAAAAACX8/dKelCFYmuVQ/s320/DSCN1545.JPG" tt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Not only did I get 4 dozen beautiful roses, I got to go on a romantic dinner with my sweetheart to Donnovans Steak House!!!&amp;nbsp; Thanks Baby you are the greatest!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5503191444330857281-3510873927675772751?l=flockhartclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flockhartclan.blogspot.com/feeds/3510873927675772751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5503191444330857281&amp;postID=3510873927675772751' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503191444330857281/posts/default/3510873927675772751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503191444330857281/posts/default/3510873927675772751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flockhartclan.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-anniversary.html' title='Happy Anniversary!!!'/><author><name>Flockhart Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726146940999043825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/SnBgxbQSEwI/AAAAAAAABPE/qxT29Q1CVTU/S220/P1010029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S-Qsg_ofCMI/AAAAAAAACXs/m7bPv3rvK0s/s72-c/scan0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503191444330857281.post-7595142514390419609</id><published>2010-05-06T18:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T18:16:02.963-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Craft Night #3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S9nlOdE7NwI/AAAAAAAACXk/C9dVPeDM9a0/s1600/Home+Kit+%233.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S9nlOdE7NwI/AAAAAAAACXk/C9dVPeDM9a0/s400/Home+Kit+%233.JPG" tt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The last kit for our Home blocks.&amp;nbsp; This one turned out to be my favorite, with my&amp;nbsp;Feminine Turkey and all!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5503191444330857281-7595142514390419609?l=flockhartclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flockhartclan.blogspot.com/feeds/7595142514390419609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5503191444330857281&amp;postID=7595142514390419609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503191444330857281/posts/default/7595142514390419609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503191444330857281/posts/default/7595142514390419609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flockhartclan.blogspot.com/2010/05/craft-night-3.html' title='Craft Night #3'/><author><name>Flockhart Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726146940999043825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/SnBgxbQSEwI/AAAAAAAABPE/qxT29Q1CVTU/S220/P1010029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S9nlOdE7NwI/AAAAAAAACXk/C9dVPeDM9a0/s72-c/Home+Kit+%233.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503191444330857281.post-2291981770183907065</id><published>2010-04-29T13:32:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T13:33:45.990-06:00</updated><title type='text'>California Knows How To Party!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;This year we decided that instead of buying MacRae presents for his Birthday, that we would take him to Disneyland just the 3 of us.&amp;nbsp; This is the first vacation that we have taken just the 3 of us.&amp;nbsp; We are not complaining about the wonderful trips we have gone on, but it just isn't the same as spending time alone with my 2 favorite boys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S9nPpGB5FtI/AAAAAAAACUc/X6vQuld5Fx0/s1600/DSCN1417.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S9nPpGB5FtI/AAAAAAAACUc/X6vQuld5Fx0/s400/DSCN1417.JPG" tt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;MacRae did amazing on the car ride down, that we decided to drive straight through.&amp;nbsp; The minute we got to our hotel, him and Stu had to hit the hot tub.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S9nQKpcyTsI/AAAAAAAACUk/sMcdHjaqvuY/s1600/DSCN1419.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S9nQKpcyTsI/AAAAAAAACUk/sMcdHjaqvuY/s400/DSCN1419.JPG" tt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The next morning we headed off to Disneyland.&amp;nbsp; MacRae could not believe that he got to ride on&amp;nbsp; "His School Bus", that had Jessie, Woody, and buzz on it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S9nQqZfxhvI/AAAAAAAACUs/IUPQ43fIn5U/s1600/DSCN1421.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S9nQqZfxhvI/AAAAAAAACUs/IUPQ43fIn5U/s400/DSCN1421.JPG" tt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;He really is Happy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S9nRBvkyrGI/AAAAAAAACU0/J7MLutKAW4A/s1600/DSCN1422.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S9nRBvkyrGI/AAAAAAAACU0/J7MLutKAW4A/s400/DSCN1422.JPG" tt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We got to see a whole bunch of different characters.&amp;nbsp;We bought MacRae an autograph book that he got all of them to sign, and took his picture with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S9nRSzY_QHI/AAAAAAAACU8/C31NJvhmnSo/s1600/DSCN1426.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S9nRSzY_QHI/AAAAAAAACU8/C31NJvhmnSo/s400/DSCN1426.JPG" tt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S9nR21c0WCI/AAAAAAAACVE/0QHym2BLilM/s1600/DSCN1439.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S9nR21c0WCI/AAAAAAAACVE/0QHym2BLilM/s400/DSCN1439.JPG" tt="true" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Toon Town was his favorite.&amp;nbsp; He loved going into all the different houses, and pushing all the buttons to see what would happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S9nSSjo-75I/AAAAAAAACVM/I1P_Pv0DQ2w/s1600/DSCN1457.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S9nSSjo-75I/AAAAAAAACVM/I1P_Pv0DQ2w/s400/DSCN1457.JPG" tt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;MacRae's favorite person that he met was Mickey Mouse.&amp;nbsp; I wasn't even sure he knew who he was, but he waited in a huge line just to see him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S9nSpLM1RVI/AAAAAAAACVU/kqWKhDnPwz0/s1600/DSCN1466.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S9nSpLM1RVI/AAAAAAAACVU/kqWKhDnPwz0/s400/DSCN1466.JPG" tt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We rode every ride that MacRae was tall enough to get on.&amp;nbsp; His least favorite was Pirates of the Caribbean, but he loved the Buzz Lightyear ride, and the Jedi training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S9nTMAt0qVI/AAAAAAAACVc/JgOlF2L-opU/s1600/DSCN1468.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S9nTMAt0qVI/AAAAAAAACVc/JgOlF2L-opU/s400/DSCN1468.JPG" tt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The next day we went to the Anaheim Stadium to watch the Yankees play against the Angels.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S9nTviriWHI/AAAAAAAACVk/EFEtvrP5phU/s1600/DSCN1469.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S9nTviriWHI/AAAAAAAACVk/EFEtvrP5phU/s400/DSCN1469.JPG" tt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The weather could not have been any more perfect, and we had great seats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S9nUDnYgH7I/AAAAAAAACVs/IqDjap5P_ac/s1600/DSCN1471.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S9nUDnYgH7I/AAAAAAAACVs/IqDjap5P_ac/s400/DSCN1471.JPG" tt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I don't know who was more excited, MacRae to go to Disneyland, or Stu to eat a hot dog with his son while watching the Yankees.&amp;nbsp; I can't get over that face!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S9nUqb2OcjI/AAAAAAAACV0/swI7r8J-zwY/s1600/DSCN1480.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S9nUqb2OcjI/AAAAAAAACV0/swI7r8J-zwY/s400/DSCN1480.JPG" tt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;MacRae kept telling us that Derek Jeter was out there playing.&amp;nbsp; He did so good and watched most of the game, as long as the snacks kept coming.&amp;nbsp; What made the day even better was that the Yankees won 7 to 1!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S9nVI1LTgoI/AAAAAAAACV8/mBDOQBpmhhg/s1600/DSCN1483.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S9nVI1LTgoI/AAAAAAAACV8/mBDOQBpmhhg/s400/DSCN1483.JPG" tt="true" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;On Sunday we went to California Adventure.&amp;nbsp; This was MacRae's favorite park, by far.&amp;nbsp; All of the rides were Pixar movies, which these are the movies he watches all of the time.&amp;nbsp; His Favorite ride was Monsters Inc, and I think we rode it 5 times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S9nWcqeOOeI/AAAAAAAACWE/9VDbcxwFh2I/s1600/DSCN1488.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S9nWcqeOOeI/AAAAAAAACWE/9VDbcxwFh2I/s400/DSCN1488.JPG" tt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The Famous Woody&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S9nWxH-s4ZI/AAAAAAAACWM/aG2jzIuck6E/s1600/DSCN1492.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S9nWxH-s4ZI/AAAAAAAACWM/aG2jzIuck6E/s400/DSCN1492.JPG" tt="true" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Handy Manny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S9nXN0hWE_I/AAAAAAAACWU/ZW8rWAPoO8E/s1600/DSCN1494.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S9nXN0hWE_I/AAAAAAAACWU/ZW8rWAPoO8E/s400/DSCN1494.JPG" tt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Sully&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S9nXeNX8INI/AAAAAAAACWc/jB_D30789xw/s1600/DSCN1500.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S9nXeNX8INI/AAAAAAAACWc/jB_D30789xw/s400/DSCN1500.JPG" tt="true" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And last, but not least&amp;nbsp;Mickey &amp;amp; Pluto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S9nX3m7ir4I/AAAAAAAACWk/Dib1FD2nlaU/s1600/DSCN1496.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S9nX3m7ir4I/AAAAAAAACWk/Dib1FD2nlaU/s400/DSCN1496.JPG" tt="true" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We went to the Bugs Life 3-D movie.&amp;nbsp; We both though that MacRae would love it, but it was a little too scary for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S9nYNub-SsI/AAAAAAAACWs/6pAph3zbEiA/s1600/DSCN1497.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S9nYNub-SsI/AAAAAAAACWs/6pAph3zbEiA/s400/DSCN1497.JPG" tt="true" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;But you couldn't find a cuter kid to sport those glasses.&amp;nbsp; We hit all the rides, and loved the new Woody ride, even though the line was an hour wait.&amp;nbsp; Thanks Dad for standing in line for us while we ate ice cream.&amp;nbsp; We ended the day with the Pixar Parade, that was an awesome ending to&amp;nbsp;a great day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S9nZRPt6S5I/AAAAAAAACW0/wJ8lj5q3gSY/s1600/DSCN1505.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S9nZRPt6S5I/AAAAAAAACW0/wJ8lj5q3gSY/s400/DSCN1505.JPG" tt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;On Monday we took it easy, since we had already done so much.&amp;nbsp; In the afternoon we headed down to Newport Beach.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S9nZ3UyOdPI/AAAAAAAACW8/FAqeVTgBrg4/s1600/DSCN1530.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S9nZ3UyOdPI/AAAAAAAACW8/FAqeVTgBrg4/s400/DSCN1530.JPG" tt="true" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;It was about 10 degrees cooler there than at our hotel, but it didn't stop us from playing on the beach and running away from the waves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S9naNA5MMiI/AAAAAAAACXE/dIxxZJ5Ytek/s1600/DSCN1525.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S9naNA5MMiI/AAAAAAAACXE/dIxxZJ5Ytek/s400/DSCN1525.JPG" tt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;It doesn't get any better than this!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S9najQid-DI/AAAAAAAACXM/JWTtBE1Dk_8/s1600/DSCN1527.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S9najQid-DI/AAAAAAAACXM/JWTtBE1Dk_8/s400/DSCN1527.JPG" tt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We ended the vacation, by going to one of my favorite restaurant, Bubba Gumps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S9nbMM78b4I/AAAAAAAACXU/pgb0L0lWJ4k/s1600/DSCN1538.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S9nbMM78b4I/AAAAAAAACXU/pgb0L0lWJ4k/s400/DSCN1538.JPG" tt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Stu you are the greatest to put up with me, and all my crazy ideas.&amp;nbsp; I love you so much!&amp;nbsp; Thanks for working so hard, so we can take fun vacations!&amp;nbsp; This was the best trip ever!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5503191444330857281-2291981770183907065?l=flockhartclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flockhartclan.blogspot.com/feeds/2291981770183907065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5503191444330857281&amp;postID=2291981770183907065' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503191444330857281/posts/default/2291981770183907065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503191444330857281/posts/default/2291981770183907065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flockhartclan.blogspot.com/2010/04/california-knows-how-to-party.html' title='California Knows How To Party!!!'/><author><name>Flockhart Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726146940999043825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/SnBgxbQSEwI/AAAAAAAABPE/qxT29Q1CVTU/S220/P1010029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S9nPpGB5FtI/AAAAAAAACUc/X6vQuld5Fx0/s72-c/DSCN1417.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503191444330857281.post-8263452923289472766</id><published>2010-04-22T22:12:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T22:12:00.396-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Field Trip With The Ladies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S8qG9nLcdAI/AAAAAAAACUM/dk7hksXNk0w/s1600/DSCN1414.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S8qG9nLcdAI/AAAAAAAACUM/dk7hksXNk0w/s400/DSCN1414.JPG" width="400" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Every year my Book Club Ladies and I go down south for book club to Hillary's in Mount Pleasant.&amp;nbsp; This is the second year that we have been doing this, and it is so fun.&amp;nbsp; The drive down there and back is half of the fun of going.&amp;nbsp; This year only half of us were able to make it, but we still had a great time.&amp;nbsp; We always have so much to talk about, and we talk&amp;nbsp;about it all.&amp;nbsp; From Tigers to Hulk Hogan, Hilllary's good one, Nude Models, and the Tatter Tots!&amp;nbsp; I seriously love all of these girls, and laugh so hard when I am with them.&amp;nbsp;There is never a dull moment when I am with these ladies. We had to take a pit stop at some random Fire Station to use the bathroom since&amp;nbsp;Spritzer&amp;nbsp;and I drank a little too much water&amp;nbsp;on the way.&amp;nbsp; The firemen were more than happy to let us use their toilets and snap a photo for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S8qHGcfAekI/AAAAAAAACUU/-Da62sRFRa0/s1600/DSCN1415.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S8qHGcfAekI/AAAAAAAACUU/-Da62sRFRa0/s400/DSCN1415.JPG" width="400" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Thanks Hillary for hosting such a good Book Club.&amp;nbsp; We love you so much, and are so glad that you make it up here every month.&amp;nbsp; It wouldn't be the same without you!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5503191444330857281-8263452923289472766?l=flockhartclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flockhartclan.blogspot.com/feeds/8263452923289472766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5503191444330857281&amp;postID=8263452923289472766' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503191444330857281/posts/default/8263452923289472766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503191444330857281/posts/default/8263452923289472766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flockhartclan.blogspot.com/2010/04/field-trip-with-ladies.html' title='Field Trip With The Ladies'/><author><name>Flockhart Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726146940999043825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/SnBgxbQSEwI/AAAAAAAABPE/qxT29Q1CVTU/S220/P1010029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S8qG9nLcdAI/AAAAAAAACUM/dk7hksXNk0w/s72-c/DSCN1414.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503191444330857281.post-4118608229561855083</id><published>2010-04-20T16:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T16:06:00.300-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Discovery Gateway</title><content type='html'>A month or so ago Stu and I took MacRae to Discovery Gateway for the first time, and he absolutley loved it so much that we decided to get a pass. We have been going once a week ever since, alone or with freinds and cousins. He can't get enough of this place, and constantly asks when we are going again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S8fmHVK-G7I/AAAAAAAACT0/jGKpKm4lFlI/s1600/DSCN1363.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S8fmHVK-G7I/AAAAAAAACT0/jGKpKm4lFlI/s400/DSCN1363.JPG" width="300" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Pushing his little cart, that he would not let out of his sight!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S8fks5TdcDI/AAAAAAAACTs/b8CEEJrvu4E/s1600/DSCN1325.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S8fks5TdcDI/AAAAAAAACTs/b8CEEJrvu4E/s400/DSCN1325.JPG" width="400" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Here he is making me a sandwich!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S8fmgmolQUI/AAAAAAAACT8/7zVrnBDxfyA/s1600/DSCN1326.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S8fmgmolQUI/AAAAAAAACT8/7zVrnBDxfyA/s320/DSCN1326.JPG" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;They then can take turns checking each other out on the cash registers.&amp;nbsp; MacRae loves to push all of the buttons and then tell me how much it costs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S8fhvqzGuoI/AAAAAAAACSc/YbS_oABFHw0/s1600/DSCN1322.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S8fhvqzGuoI/AAAAAAAACSc/YbS_oABFHw0/s400/DSCN1322.JPG" width="300" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is the farm part where they can put the food on this conveyour belt and watch it fall into the wagon.&amp;nbsp; MacRae loves to fill it up with carrots and then take them to feed Too-Too the horse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S8fnT8IJGuI/AAAAAAAACUE/BbfGTvrbjzs/s1600/DSCN1334.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S8fnT8IJGuI/AAAAAAAACUE/BbfGTvrbjzs/s400/DSCN1334.JPG" width="400" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S8fiVOJwagI/AAAAAAAACS0/XZDXfpi0fgI/s1600/DSCN1330.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S8fiVOJwagI/AAAAAAAACS0/XZDXfpi0fgI/s400/DSCN1330.JPG" width="300" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;They have a car that they can put air in the tires and fill up with gas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S8fj5mNloGI/AAAAAAAACTk/BeGHSY-2RxI/s1600/DSCN1332.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S8fj5mNloGI/AAAAAAAACTk/BeGHSY-2RxI/s400/DSCN1332.JPG" width="300" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The water table has a lot of different tubes that you can put little balls down.&amp;nbsp; MacRae only doesn't like to do this every time he comes, since he knows he can't take his shirt off if it gets wet!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S8fi2QtzVqI/AAAAAAAACTE/Le9-oddW4Y0/s1600/DSCN1356.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S8fi2QtzVqI/AAAAAAAACTE/Le9-oddW4Y0/s400/DSCN1356.JPG" width="400" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Playing with all the balls and tubes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S8fjEmtd7JI/AAAAAAAACTM/0Elo9H_0tlo/s1600/DSCN1359.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S8fjEmtd7JI/AAAAAAAACTM/0Elo9H_0tlo/s400/DSCN1359.JPG" width="400" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;His cousins Alec, Collin &amp;amp; Ian.&amp;nbsp; MacRae looks just like another brother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S8fjm0CAdoI/AAAAAAAACTc/U11ROcxYm5E/s1600/DSCN1366.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S8fjm0CAdoI/AAAAAAAACTc/U11ROcxYm5E/s400/DSCN1366.JPG" width="300" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;One day Grandma Heather and I took all of Kim &amp;amp; Scotts kids with us, and had such a fun time.&amp;nbsp; Thanks Stu for being such an awesome Daddy and buying us a pass.&amp;nbsp; A month later and MacRae stills screams in excitement every time he sees the parking gate go up!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&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/5503191444330857281-4118608229561855083?l=flockhartclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flockhartclan.blogspot.com/feeds/4118608229561855083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5503191444330857281&amp;postID=4118608229561855083' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503191444330857281/posts/default/4118608229561855083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503191444330857281/posts/default/4118608229561855083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flockhartclan.blogspot.com/2010/04/discovery-gateway.html' title='Discovery Gateway'/><author><name>Flockhart Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726146940999043825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/SnBgxbQSEwI/AAAAAAAABPE/qxT29Q1CVTU/S220/P1010029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S8fmHVK-G7I/AAAAAAAACT0/jGKpKm4lFlI/s72-c/DSCN1363.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503191444330857281.post-2343927311756703574</id><published>2010-04-15T21:46:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T21:50:09.221-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big #3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S8fVImdvsjI/AAAAAAAACRA/y4hJ8q8C4JA/s1600/DSCN1380.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S8fVImdvsjI/AAAAAAAACRA/y4hJ8q8C4JA/s400/DSCN1380.JPG" width="400" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I cannot believe that this sweet little boy is already 3.&amp;nbsp; It seems just like it was last week that we were taking him home from the hospital.&amp;nbsp; He is such an amaxing little guy, and I thank my heavenly father every day, for being lucky enough to have him as a son.&amp;nbsp; I seriously cannot get enough of him.&amp;nbsp; MacRae is our whole world, and constantly keeps us entertained.&amp;nbsp; He has the sweetest little face, and those Big Brown eyes can get anything out of me.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MacRae loves to watch cartoons.&amp;nbsp; His favorite are Go Diego Go, Team Umizoomi, Scooby Doo, &amp;amp; Krypto The Superdog to name a few.&amp;nbsp; His favorite food is waffles.&amp;nbsp; He would eat them for every meal if you let him.&amp;nbsp; In the morning when he wakes up he goes straight to the freezer and brings the bag of waffles to me to open.&amp;nbsp; He loves sports of any kind and is good at all of them, just like his Dad.&amp;nbsp; And loves to play outside no matter the weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MacRae has also started playing make-believe.&amp;nbsp; He likes to make me pretend food, and pretend he is wearing his&amp;nbsp;"Rocket Skates" and can skate really fast around the house.&amp;nbsp; He loves Slushy's and candy of any kind.&amp;nbsp; He has such a funny personality and is always Happy.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never knew how much you could love someone until I had him.&amp;nbsp; It was such a struggle to get this little guy here, and safe, but it was so worth it!&amp;nbsp; Happy Birthday Crae-Crae!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S8fYRHNrABI/AAAAAAAACRI/HE69OGPTK6I/s1600/DSCN1385.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S8fYRHNrABI/AAAAAAAACRI/HE69OGPTK6I/s400/DSCN1385.JPG" width="400" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;We started the big day off by going to lunch at Chilli's with Daddy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S8fYnbHH_cI/AAAAAAAACRQ/9nOCC3voh9E/s1600/DSCN1391.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S8fYnbHH_cI/AAAAAAAACRQ/9nOCC3voh9E/s400/DSCN1391.JPG" width="400" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;The waiters sang him Happy Birthday and brought him desseret, but as you can tell he did not appreciate it very much.&amp;nbsp; He kept telling us "Tell them to not do it again".&amp;nbsp; He is just like Stu&amp;nbsp;how he doesn't like all the attention on him.&amp;nbsp; He got over it quick though and dug right in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S8fZRSktXII/AAAAAAAACRY/A5Lu9DxbuQg/s1600/DSCN1396.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S8fZRSktXII/AAAAAAAACRY/A5Lu9DxbuQg/s400/DSCN1396.JPG" width="400" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I then let him pick what we would do for the afternoon, and he wanted to go bowling.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;It was so fun to go just the two of us.&amp;nbsp; We bowled a game and then hit the arcade.&amp;nbsp; MacRae loves Air Hocky, and is realy good at it, so of course we had to play a few games.&amp;nbsp; He gets so excited when he scores into your goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S8fZ5iZ7rdI/AAAAAAAACRg/MfxrRcLxh08/s1600/DSCN1398.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S8fZ5iZ7rdI/AAAAAAAACRg/MfxrRcLxh08/s400/DSCN1398.JPG" width="400" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S8fat8VR3FI/AAAAAAAACRo/WZd-OPYfiOw/s1600/DSCN1399.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S8fat8VR3FI/AAAAAAAACRo/WZd-OPYfiOw/s400/DSCN1399.JPG" width="400" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After bowling MacRae was a little tired, so he came home and took a nap with his Daddy so he would be&amp;nbsp;rested for the big party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S8fbZDLodkI/AAAAAAAACR4/_PmkR4W17qY/s1600/DSCN1403.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S8fbZDLodkI/AAAAAAAACR4/_PmkR4W17qY/s400/DSCN1403.JPG" width="300" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I let MacRae choose what kind of party he wanted.&amp;nbsp; He was torn between Scooby Doo and Diego, but Diego won out, so we bought everything Diego we could find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S8fbE5MtTZI/AAAAAAAACRw/DopUcgDiJDw/s1600/DSCN1400.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S8fbE5MtTZI/AAAAAAAACRw/DopUcgDiJDw/s400/DSCN1400.JPG" width="400" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;He couldn't get over how big his cake was, and that not only was Diego on it, but so was Baby Jaguar.&amp;nbsp; By the time everyone got here he had tasted almost all of the cake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S8fcy9_49kI/AAAAAAAACSI/8lvLYe9Qr2k/s1600/DSCN1409.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S8fcy9_49kI/AAAAAAAACSI/8lvLYe9Qr2k/s400/DSCN1409.JPG" width="400" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;When it came time to blow out the candles he had lots of cousins to help!&amp;nbsp; He got so many present and was so spoiled.&amp;nbsp; Thanks for all of you that were able to make it and those that sent gifts.&amp;nbsp; It means so much to us to have such a supportive family, and friends and we love you all so much!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5503191444330857281-2343927311756703574?l=flockhartclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flockhartclan.blogspot.com/feeds/2343927311756703574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5503191444330857281&amp;postID=2343927311756703574' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503191444330857281/posts/default/2343927311756703574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503191444330857281/posts/default/2343927311756703574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flockhartclan.blogspot.com/2010/04/big-3.html' title='The Big #3'/><author><name>Flockhart Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726146940999043825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/SnBgxbQSEwI/AAAAAAAABPE/qxT29Q1CVTU/S220/P1010029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S8fVImdvsjI/AAAAAAAACRA/y4hJ8q8C4JA/s72-c/DSCN1380.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503191444330857281.post-2629807903404692246</id><published>2010-04-12T17:04:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T17:06:15.349-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Easter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S8OdEk0qy5I/AAAAAAAACOI/mIre2W0xo2o/s1600/DSCN1350.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459379875232795538" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S8OdEk0qy5I/AAAAAAAACOI/mIre2W0xo2o/s400/DSCN1350.JPG" style="display: block; height: 300px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;This Easter was the first one that we actually did baskets.&amp;nbsp; The last 2 years MacRae has been to little to know what was going on, but this year after watching Max &amp;amp; Ruby and visiting big Max at the mall he was all about it.&amp;nbsp; He got a lot of cool things from the Easter bunny.&amp;nbsp; But his favorite thing was the Flyboat with the Wonder Pets.&amp;nbsp; He sings the song everyday and has slept with them ever since.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S8OkilKFiZI/AAAAAAAACPA/6UugkZ_RC3s/s1600/DSCN1352.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S8OkilKFiZI/AAAAAAAACPA/6UugkZ_RC3s/s320/DSCN1352.JPG" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S8OdFhmkZaI/AAAAAAAACOY/2MwaCM0pVcQ/s1600/DSCN1353.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459379891548218786" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S8OdFhmkZaI/AAAAAAAACOY/2MwaCM0pVcQ/s400/DSCN1353.JPG" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; display: block; height: 300px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;That afternoon we went to Flockharts for dinner and an egg hunt.&amp;nbsp; Since the weather wasn't that great, cute Grandma Heather hid the eggs all over her house and had cute little baskets for all of the kids.&amp;nbsp; I forgot to bring my camera, but MacRae loved looking for all the eggs.&amp;nbsp; His favorite ones, were the ones with money inside of them.&amp;nbsp; He couldn't wait to put them in his wallet, so he can use it for golfing with his Dad.&amp;nbsp; We watched the second part of Conference and had an amazing turkey dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S8OeDAuR02I/AAAAAAAACOw/Kd1n3bITEZE/s1600/DSCN1379.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459380947874075490" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S8OeDAuR02I/AAAAAAAACOw/Kd1n3bITEZE/s400/DSCN1379.JPG" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 241px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We all got new Easter clothes for church, but since it was Conference we had to wait until the following Sunday to wear.&amp;nbsp; What a sweet lttle boy.&amp;nbsp; I can't get over how lucky I am to have him!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S8OeCCcxaXI/AAAAAAAACOg/H4XtO2JlVb4/s1600/DSCN1368.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459380931157649778" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S8OeCCcxaXI/AAAAAAAACOg/H4XtO2JlVb4/s400/DSCN1368.JPG" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;My Handsome Boys&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S8OeClfzWoI/AAAAAAAACOo/UKoYyQXIoAo/s1600/DSCN1375.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459380940565600898" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S8OeClfzWoI/AAAAAAAACOo/UKoYyQXIoAo/s400/DSCN1375.JPG" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S8OeEOkQHvI/AAAAAAAACO4/3UOLwxmud6Y/s1600/DSCN1381.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459380968769986290" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S8OeEOkQHvI/AAAAAAAACO4/3UOLwxmud6Y/s400/DSCN1381.JPG" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Even Stoogie Needed His Pic Taken!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5503191444330857281-2629807903404692246?l=flockhartclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flockhartclan.blogspot.com/feeds/2629807903404692246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5503191444330857281&amp;postID=2629807903404692246' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503191444330857281/posts/default/2629807903404692246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503191444330857281/posts/default/2629807903404692246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flockhartclan.blogspot.com/2010/04/happy-easter.html' title='Happy Easter'/><author><name>Flockhart Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726146940999043825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/SnBgxbQSEwI/AAAAAAAABPE/qxT29Q1CVTU/S220/P1010029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S8OdEk0qy5I/AAAAAAAACOI/mIre2W0xo2o/s72-c/DSCN1350.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503191444330857281.post-5049324605681052777</id><published>2010-04-03T07:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T07:36:06.343-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Craft Night #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S7OgBJQ4Z8I/AAAAAAAACNg/E34rePNxmbU/s1600/DSCN1348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454879515202840514" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S7OgBJQ4Z8I/AAAAAAAACNg/E34rePNxmbU/s400/DSCN1348.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We finished the second set of our home blocks, May, June, July &amp;amp; August. We were a lot faster this time, and got all of them finished. They turned out super cute! I can't wait to do the last one. It was fun hanging out with you all. Thanks for coming.&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/5503191444330857281-5049324605681052777?l=flockhartclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flockhartclan.blogspot.com/feeds/5049324605681052777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5503191444330857281&amp;postID=5049324605681052777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503191444330857281/posts/default/5049324605681052777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503191444330857281/posts/default/5049324605681052777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flockhartclan.blogspot.com/2010/03/craft-night-2.html' title='Craft Night #2'/><author><name>Flockhart Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726146940999043825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/SnBgxbQSEwI/AAAAAAAABPE/qxT29Q1CVTU/S220/P1010029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S7OgBJQ4Z8I/AAAAAAAACNg/E34rePNxmbU/s72-c/DSCN1348.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503191444330857281.post-7822400510186272613</id><published>2010-03-31T13:22:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T13:39:02.446-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Easter Bunny</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454882367145343698" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S7OinJk9etI/AAAAAAAACN4/rzpPx2Fpg7k/s400/SOUTH+TOWNE+CTR_20100327_000013.jpg" /&gt;Last weekend we finally got around to doing some Easter stuff.  We went to the mall so &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;MacRae&lt;/span&gt; could sit on the Easter Bunny's lap.  He loves a show on TV called Max &amp;amp; Ruby, which has 2 bunnies on it that do all sorts of stuff.  So when he got to the mall he was so excited that it was a "Big Huge Max Bunny".  The few kids in front of us were a little sacred, but not &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;MacRae&lt;/span&gt;.  He just climbed right up on his lap and cuddled close.  What a cute boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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_5454882359905323378" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S7OimumziXI/AAAAAAAACNw/WzUtrDEw51I/s400/DSCN1338.JPG" /&gt;When we were all done shopping for new Easter clothes, we let &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;MacRae&lt;/span&gt; ride on the train.  He saw it when we were waiting in line and he was so excited, and couldn't believe that there was a train inside.  So him and I took a ride around while Daddy watched and took pictures.  I love it when I get to hang out with my little family on the weekends, there is nothing better than seeing a smile on that sweet boys face!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&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_5454882343338249282" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S7Oilw46DEI/AAAAAAAACNo/nw8-LjHAVWE/s400/DSCN1337.JPG" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5503191444330857281-7822400510186272613?l=flockhartclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flockhartclan.blogspot.com/feeds/7822400510186272613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5503191444330857281&amp;postID=7822400510186272613' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503191444330857281/posts/default/7822400510186272613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503191444330857281/posts/default/7822400510186272613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flockhartclan.blogspot.com/2010/03/easter-bunny.html' title='The Easter Bunny'/><author><name>Flockhart Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726146940999043825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/SnBgxbQSEwI/AAAAAAAABPE/qxT29Q1CVTU/S220/P1010029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S7OinJk9etI/AAAAAAAACN4/rzpPx2Fpg7k/s72-c/SOUTH+TOWNE+CTR_20100327_000013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503191444330857281.post-423320651564368851</id><published>2010-03-16T21:45:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T21:51:03.943-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Craft Night #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S6BQzcnSUtI/AAAAAAAACNA/dtc1Uc2TRkU/s1600-h/DSCN1319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449444393902822098" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S6BQzcnSUtI/AAAAAAAACNA/dtc1Uc2TRkU/s400/DSCN1319.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Craft night was a big success.  We might have planned on making a little more than we had time for, but they turned out so cute.  I love all of you, and had so much fun.  Painting until midnight, high on fumes, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;loosing&lt;/span&gt; brain cells was totally worth it.  I can't wait for the next one!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S6BQm6btOEI/AAAAAAAACM4/7KoCAvZaagk/s1600-h/DSCN1320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449444178569017410" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S6BQm6btOEI/AAAAAAAACM4/7KoCAvZaagk/s400/DSCN1320.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/5503191444330857281-423320651564368851?l=flockhartclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flockhartclan.blogspot.com/feeds/423320651564368851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5503191444330857281&amp;postID=423320651564368851' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503191444330857281/posts/default/423320651564368851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503191444330857281/posts/default/423320651564368851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flockhartclan.blogspot.com/2010/03/craft-night-1.html' title='Craft Night #1'/><author><name>Flockhart Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726146940999043825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/SnBgxbQSEwI/AAAAAAAABPE/qxT29Q1CVTU/S220/P1010029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S6BQzcnSUtI/AAAAAAAACNA/dtc1Uc2TRkU/s72-c/DSCN1319.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503191444330857281.post-759106508883950382</id><published>2010-03-10T15:34:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T15:38:56.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kissing Cousins</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S5geo-DNChI/AAAAAAAACMA/PAQfQje55Gs/s1600-h/DSCN1311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447137438504651282" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S5geo-DNChI/AAAAAAAACMA/PAQfQje55Gs/s400/DSCN1311.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This weekend &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;MacRae&lt;/span&gt; got to play with his cute cousin Ella.  Now that they are a little bit older they get along so well.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;MacRae&lt;/span&gt; talks about her and her tiger Steven all the time, and always asks to play with her.  They both love to play dress up, and this was what the costume for the evening was!!!&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/5503191444330857281-759106508883950382?l=flockhartclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flockhartclan.blogspot.com/feeds/759106508883950382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5503191444330857281&amp;postID=759106508883950382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503191444330857281/posts/default/759106508883950382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503191444330857281/posts/default/759106508883950382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flockhartclan.blogspot.com/2010/03/kissing-cousins.html' title='Kissing Cousins'/><author><name>Flockhart Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726146940999043825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/SnBgxbQSEwI/AAAAAAAABPE/qxT29Q1CVTU/S220/P1010029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S5geo-DNChI/AAAAAAAACMA/PAQfQje55Gs/s72-c/DSCN1311.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503191444330857281.post-5876449997813524139</id><published>2010-03-02T09:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T10:28:57.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MacRae's Many Hats</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/Sy2t-Hcg7KI/AAAAAAAACCI/GXwl60vqScA/s1600-h/DSCN1005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417177209458715810" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/Sy2t-Hcg7KI/AAAAAAAACCI/GXwl60vqScA/s400/DSCN1005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;MacRae&lt;/span&gt; thinks that a hat must be worn at all times. Whether it is a Cowboy Hat, Baseball Hat, Police Hat, Fireman Hat, or Beanie, he never leaves the house without one. I am partly to blame, because when he was born since he was so early I always kept beanies on him, to keep him warm. But the number one person is Stu, he always wears a hat and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;MacRae&lt;/span&gt; sees this and wants to be just like Dad. It has taken us weeks to finally convince him that he can't wear one to church. A few weeks ago I made him get his hair done one day during the week. He was so mad at me and kept telling me "I not go to church today, I wear my hat." I love that he expresses his personality by what hat he chooses to wear that day, and doesn't care what anyone else thinks. I wish I was more like this. At least he is super cute and looks so adorable in them!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5503191444330857281-5876449997813524139?l=flockhartclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flockhartclan.blogspot.com/feeds/5876449997813524139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5503191444330857281&amp;postID=5876449997813524139' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503191444330857281/posts/default/5876449997813524139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503191444330857281/posts/default/5876449997813524139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flockhartclan.blogspot.com/2009/12/macraes-many-hats.html' title='MacRae&apos;s Many Hats'/><author><name>Flockhart Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726146940999043825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/SnBgxbQSEwI/AAAAAAAABPE/qxT29Q1CVTU/S220/P1010029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/Sy2t-Hcg7KI/AAAAAAAACCI/GXwl60vqScA/s72-c/DSCN1005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503191444330857281.post-7639300349841213109</id><published>2010-02-24T19:10:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T11:50:14.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jumpin Jacks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S4XdVquCN_I/AAAAAAAACL4/SJXgeg67ONc/s1600-h/IMG_8586.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441999089061476338" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S4XdVquCN_I/AAAAAAAACL4/SJXgeg67ONc/s400/IMG_8586.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A few weeks ago we went to Jumpin Jacks with a few of my friends and their kids. I love hanging out with these girls and their cute boys. We are all so different, yet we get along so well. I have never had such close friends before, and they are just like my own sisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S4XdU9QgR6I/AAAAAAAACLw/xqpN-_lkPRY/s1600-h/IMG_8748.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441999076858021794" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S4XdU9QgR6I/AAAAAAAACLw/xqpN-_lkPRY/s400/IMG_8748.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bennett, Robbie &amp;amp; MacRae&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Sorry Rex wasn't in this one) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S4XdTh3I-MI/AAAAAAAACLo/31582NLQxiI/s1600-h/IMG_8642.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441999052324010178" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S4XdTh3I-MI/AAAAAAAACLo/31582NLQxiI/s400/IMG_8642.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; MacRae loves this place so much. It is a lot of work for Mom climbing up all of those slides, but well worth it to see the smile on his face when he comes down. The first time he was a little timid to go down by himself, but know I can't get him to stop. We had such a fun day, and all kids passed out on the way home.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S4XdTGsk2II/AAAAAAAACLg/3ycmroIgONw/s1600-h/IMG_8548.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441999045031942274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S4XdTGsk2II/AAAAAAAACLg/3ycmroIgONw/s400/IMG_8548.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/5503191444330857281-7639300349841213109?l=flockhartclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flockhartclan.blogspot.com/feeds/7639300349841213109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5503191444330857281&amp;postID=7639300349841213109' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503191444330857281/posts/default/7639300349841213109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503191444330857281/posts/default/7639300349841213109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flockhartclan.blogspot.com/2010/02/jumpin-jacks.html' title='Jumpin Jacks'/><author><name>Flockhart Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726146940999043825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/SnBgxbQSEwI/AAAAAAAABPE/qxT29Q1CVTU/S220/P1010029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S4XdVquCN_I/AAAAAAAACL4/SJXgeg67ONc/s72-c/IMG_8586.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503191444330857281.post-6684326111275618061</id><published>2010-02-24T15:29:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T16:16:01.169-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hawaii: Week 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Week 2 was a little less active, since we had seen a lot the first week.  We were really sad to see Grandma and Grandpa Flockhart &amp;amp; especially Stu go home.  But we had fun with Grandma Sheri &amp;amp; Steve.  We started the week off by going to the Sea Life Park.  MacRae loved all the different fish in the big aquarium.  We watched all the shows, and saw dolphins, penguins, seal lions and otters perform. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S4WpXDMiL7I/AAAAAAAACJw/s1RkgtHh_yg/s1600-h/DSC06361.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441941938207076274" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S4WpXDMiL7I/AAAAAAAACJw/s1RkgtHh_yg/s400/DSC06361.JPG" style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S4WpXv4wgiI/AAAAAAAACJ4/ls5ReTr1hTw/s1600-h/DSC06360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441941950203724322" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S4WpXv4wgiI/AAAAAAAACJ4/ls5ReTr1hTw/s400/DSC06360.JPG" style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S4WpWciPULI/AAAAAAAACJo/XjOOPKynPjk/s1600-h/DSC06384.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441941927829131442" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S4WpWciPULI/AAAAAAAACJo/XjOOPKynPjk/s400/DSC06384.JPG" style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We even got to meet and touch a dolphin, (or golphin as MacRae calls it).  MacRae was a little afraid of it since he was staring straight into his mouth full of teeth.  I couldn't convince him to touch it, but he was all for Mommy holding his flippers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S4WpYsBmgnI/AAAAAAAACKI/UrDL5NoDyYI/s1600-h/DSCN1275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441941966346945138" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S4WpYsBmgnI/AAAAAAAACKI/UrDL5NoDyYI/s400/DSCN1275.JPG" style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; width: 300px; display: block; height: 400px; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MacRae's favorite part of the whole day was feeding the turtles broccoli and lettuce with Grandma Sheri.  They were so cute and would just poke their little heads up to find food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S4WpYHH6skI/AAAAAAAACKA/UtkHgK_dygI/s1600-h/DSC06357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441941956441322050" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S4WpYHH6skI/AAAAAAAACKA/UtkHgK_dygI/s400/DSC06357.JPG" style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We spent a lot of time at the beach, with and without the grandparents.  MacRae could not get enough of it.  The first time he got in he took a big drink of the water and the spit it out.  After that every time we would get he would say "Don't drink the water".  His favorite thing to do was go out to were it was deep and I would hold him while the waves crashed into us.  He would just laugh and tell me when the big ones were coming in to get us.&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_5441945025713635442" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S4WsKxDdgHI/AAAAAAAACLY/KP63-IZJtYU/s400/DSCN1298.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S4WsKX9jKsI/AAAAAAAACLQ/l39mw24L04w/s1600-h/DSC06448.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441945018977954498" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S4WsKX9jKsI/AAAAAAAACLQ/l39mw24L04w/s400/DSC06448.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Digging With Gramps&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S4WsJrraLFI/AAAAAAAACLI/HmLb418BjGE/s1600-h/DSC06446.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441945007090707538" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S4WsJrraLFI/AAAAAAAACLI/HmLb418BjGE/s400/DSC06446.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S4WsJJg42aI/AAAAAAAACLA/Z68JfPZNbs8/s1600-h/DSC06437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441944997919775138" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S4WsJJg42aI/AAAAAAAACLA/Z68JfPZNbs8/s400/DSC06437.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My Favorite Picture&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S4WsIoFf8EI/AAAAAAAACK4/PsstFQfsa-M/s1600-h/DSC06435.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441944988946526274" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S4WsIoFf8EI/AAAAAAAACK4/PsstFQfsa-M/s400/DSC06435.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We stayed with my parents in there little apartment, so It was a little squishy.  MacRae loved watching movies in Grandmas bed with her, and wrestling with Grandpa and throwing pillows at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S4WqfgMJYTI/AAAAAAAACKw/3rYmyc3gJ3w/s1600-h/DSCN1293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441943182940660018" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S4WqfgMJYTI/AAAAAAAACKw/3rYmyc3gJ3w/s400/DSCN1293.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;MacRae was also Grandpas little helper when they would go fix stuff in the sisters apartments.  He let him carry his own real hammer and hammer a nail into a palm tree in front of their house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S4Wqe9L1TbI/AAAAAAAACKo/T_CTwj1LUxM/s1600-h/DSCN1296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441943173544103346" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S4Wqe9L1TbI/AAAAAAAACKo/T_CTwj1LUxM/s400/DSCN1296.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the view from my parents front yard.  What could be better than looking straight at the temple?  There was also a big grassy area next door, and the boys played golf and baseball there for hours.  Grandpa was the only one that could pitch, or change his diapers for him, after Daddy left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S4WqcZJEOkI/AAAAAAAACKQ/oLyset1AU8M/s1600-h/DSCN1289.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441943129509083714" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S4WqcZJEOkI/AAAAAAAACKQ/oLyset1AU8M/s400/DSCN1289.JPG" style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The day before we left we took a ride up to the North Shore and watched the surfers.  We got ice cream and walked through all the little stores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S4Wqd7rCAzI/AAAAAAAACKg/qaji_dwZ348/s1600-h/DSCN1306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441943155958219570" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S4Wqd7rCAzI/AAAAAAAACKg/qaji_dwZ348/s400/DSCN1306.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S4WqdQCYRSI/AAAAAAAACKY/e4hL-nrJMxU/s1600-h/DSCN1303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441943144244987170" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S4WqdQCYRSI/AAAAAAAACKY/e4hL-nrJMxU/s400/DSCN1303.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was seriously the best trip ever.  It was so nice to see my parents, spend time with my family, and just enjoy the sun.  We are so blessed to have been able to go.  After spending 2 whole weeks there it was really hard to leave, especially my parents.  I miss my parents already, but I am so proud of them for their sacrifice and amazing example to me and my family.  We love you so much, thanks for making all of this happen, we really needed it!!!&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5503191444330857281-6684326111275618061?l=flockhartclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flockhartclan.blogspot.com/feeds/6684326111275618061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5503191444330857281&amp;postID=6684326111275618061' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503191444330857281/posts/default/6684326111275618061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503191444330857281/posts/default/6684326111275618061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flockhartclan.blogspot.com/2010/02/hawaii-week-2.html' title='Hawaii: Week 2'/><author><name>Flockhart Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726146940999043825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/SnBgxbQSEwI/AAAAAAAABPE/qxT29Q1CVTU/S220/P1010029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S4WpXDMiL7I/AAAAAAAACJw/s1RkgtHh_yg/s72-c/DSC06361.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503191444330857281.post-8157564237963376771</id><published>2010-02-22T20:47:00.021-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T22:23:41.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hawaii: Week One</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Airplane Ride&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S4NQ64cAjoI/AAAAAAAACGc/zc9_tpmH_DI/s1600-h/DSCN1210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441281747306188418" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S4NQ64cAjoI/AAAAAAAACGc/zc9_tpmH_DI/s400/DSCN1210.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So we were lucky enough to get to go to Oahu to visit my parents, with my brother and sister and niece, and Stu's parents. It was such an amazing trip, and after being there for 2 weeks it was very hard to come home. We stayed in a condo right on the beach with Steve, Sarah and Sophie, and Heather and Drew were right next door. It was so fun to get to spend time with them and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;MacRae&lt;/span&gt; loved playing with Sophie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S4NQ7mhZ0eI/AAAAAAAACGk/ETC9n-aOMf8/s1600-h/DSCN1211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441281759676846562" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S4NQ7mhZ0eI/AAAAAAAACGk/ETC9n-aOMf8/s400/DSCN1211.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The first morning we were there we got up early to watch the sun come up. What could be any better than sitting with these two handsome boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441286699337402834" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S4NVbIMQSdI/AAAAAAAACJE/Dv3VVJOeiQA/s400/DSCN1233.JPG" /&gt;This was our backyard for a week. Stu was bringing his golf clubs so of course &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;MacRae&lt;/span&gt; had to bring his. He golfed everyday and even hit some balls into the ocean.&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_5441286687604042818" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S4NVacezbEI/AAAAAAAACI8/7CsnLExlTgE/s400/DSC06272.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We went to the Polynesian Cultural Center. I had been there once before but I was pretty young, so I was really excited to go again with Stu and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;MacRae&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S4NQ8eGCb3I/AAAAAAAACGs/xCJkCE37swQ/s1600-h/DSC06275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441281774594453362" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S4NQ8eGCb3I/AAAAAAAACGs/xCJkCE37swQ/s400/DSC06275.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dad, Steve &amp;amp; Sophie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S4NQ9NUxNiI/AAAAAAAACG0/aEzobYVABGI/s1600-h/DSC06276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441281787272705570" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S4NQ9NUxNiI/AAAAAAAACG0/aEzobYVABGI/s400/DSC06276.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sarah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S4NQ9grJIdI/AAAAAAAACG8/kaaNwjOMna4/s1600-h/DSC06277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441281792466821586" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S4NQ9grJIdI/AAAAAAAACG8/kaaNwjOMna4/s400/DSC06277.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Grandma &amp;amp; Grandpa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Flockhart&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S4NSLfznSmI/AAAAAAAACHE/QcjLMt_YKls/s1600-h/DSC06279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441283132263713378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S4NSLfznSmI/AAAAAAAACHE/QcjLMt_YKls/s400/DSC06279.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We watched the fire dancers, saw them crack coconuts, and basket weave. We went to several shows in all the little villages that represent different islands. It was so interesting to see the different cultures and way that they lived and danced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S4NSM58dmsI/AAAAAAAACHM/iL79D2c656s/s1600-h/DSC06283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441283156460018370" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S4NSM58dmsI/AAAAAAAACHM/iL79D2c656s/s400/DSC06283.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;MacRae&lt;/span&gt; wanted his picture with him, so I had to come along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a style="TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S4NSOcuzpTI/AAAAAAAACHU/gNEzfRtBllk/s1600-h/DSC06293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441283182977852722" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S4NSOcuzpTI/AAAAAAAACHU/gNEzfRtBllk/s400/DSC06293.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We practised trying to spin the poi balls. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;MacRae&lt;/span&gt; would try and spin them and then just throw the. He kept telling us that they were rockets. It was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S4NSPOMEn3I/AAAAAAAACHc/LENMmTA5cIk/s1600-h/DSC06294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441283196253937522" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S4NSPOMEn3I/AAAAAAAACHc/LENMmTA5cIk/s400/DSC06294.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S4NSQUph2pI/AAAAAAAACHk/71ww6gy16L0/s1600-h/DSC06295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441283215167969938" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S4NSQUph2pI/AAAAAAAACHk/71ww6gy16L0/s400/DSC06295.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It was hilarious to watch my Dad try and spin them. The Tripp side is not the most coordinated. Luckily &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;MacRae&lt;/span&gt; gets his from his Daddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S4NTTCUZ1KI/AAAAAAAACHs/nekzLAzGSks/s1600-h/DSC06298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441284361298760866" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S4NTTCUZ1KI/AAAAAAAACHs/nekzLAzGSks/s400/DSC06298.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S4NTTmiqkvI/AAAAAAAACH0/gndGW_m3uNc/s1600-h/DSC06313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441284371022254834" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S4NTTmiqkvI/AAAAAAAACH0/gndGW_m3uNc/s400/DSC06313.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S4NTUeLFFCI/AAAAAAAACH8/DtILxgmAdUM/s1600-h/DSC06335.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441284385955714082" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S4NTUeLFFCI/AAAAAAAACH8/DtILxgmAdUM/s400/DSC06335.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;MacRaes&lt;/span&gt; favorite part was the canoe ride through the villages. He had to splash us all as we were riding it. We went to the biggest &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;lua&lt;/span&gt; I have ever been to, and had so much yummy food. The day ended with a big &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;lua&lt;/span&gt; performance with all the dancers from the different islands, and a fire dancers it was amazing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S4NeycgDzdI/AAAAAAAACJM/Tb7-v1Mc67I/s1600-h/scan0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 318px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441296995530821074" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S4NeycgDzdI/AAAAAAAACJM/Tb7-v1Mc67I/s400/scan0002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We also went to Pearl Harbor and saw the USS Arizona. They take you into a theatre and you watch a movie all about the bombing and the war after. It was really sad to think about all of the people who lost there lives defending our country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S4NUe5OpecI/AAAAAAAACIk/LcmQ9APEOjk/s1600-h/DSCN1259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441285664528759234" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S4NUe5OpecI/AAAAAAAACIk/LcmQ9APEOjk/s400/DSCN1259.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We then took a ferry out to see the ship. It sunk during the bombings hundreds of men inside, so in memory of them they left it in the water and built a memorial over it. On either side of the memorial you can see the entire ship below under water. Every one there talked quietly and were so respectful that you could totally feel the spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a style="TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S4NUgBhZktI/AAAAAAAACIs/7tF_Wr-jIq8/s1600-h/DSCN1260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441285683934761682" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S4NUgBhZktI/AAAAAAAACIs/7tF_Wr-jIq8/s400/DSCN1260.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S4NUg3wgMOI/AAAAAAAACI0/2qtEYrVXYXQ/s1600-h/DSCN1262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441285698493624546" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S4NUg3wgMOI/AAAAAAAACI0/2qtEYrVXYXQ/s400/DSCN1262.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We ate at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Bubba&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Gumps&lt;/span&gt;, one of favorite restaurants, and had the bucket of trash.  Always a tradition when we are in Hawaii.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S4NkNqQhiPI/AAAAAAAACJc/Y-Oq9uWlIhw/s1600-h/DSCN1254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441302960638363890" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S4NkNqQhiPI/AAAAAAAACJc/Y-Oq9uWlIhw/s400/DSCN1254.JPG" style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is the beautiful &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Laie&lt;/span&gt; Temple. It was closed for renovations while we were there, but it was still so beautiful.  It is also within walking distance of my parents apartment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S4NUeFZ2uEI/AAAAAAAACIc/xKFoXV5Qfik/s1600-h/DSCN1247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441285650617120834" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S4NUeFZ2uEI/AAAAAAAACIc/xKFoXV5Qfik/s400/DSCN1247.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the Visitors Center where my parents are serving their mission. I was so proud to see my parents in their missionary badges and teaching people about the gospel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S4NTVXBcA4I/AAAAAAAACIM/Pt2nz-NlTaM/s1600-h/DSCN1245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441284401216095106" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S4NTVXBcA4I/AAAAAAAACIM/Pt2nz-NlTaM/s400/DSCN1245.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These are 2 of the most amazing set of parents. We love both of them so very much and were so grateful to them for becoming friends with one another. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Crae&lt;/span&gt; will never not have both sets at anything. During the week we also went to the beach a few times and the Swap Meet at the Aloha Stadium, Stu and the boys got to golf some beautiful courses too.&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_5441284394872561538" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S4NTU_ZBX4I/AAAAAAAACIE/1rYxwylMOoE/s400/DSC06341.JPG" /&gt;This was also the view from our backyard. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;MacRae&lt;/span&gt; ended up wet every day no matter where we went, swimsuit or not. So usually he ended up in the backyard hosing himself off!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5503191444330857281-8157564237963376771?l=flockhartclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flockhartclan.blogspot.com/feeds/8157564237963376771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5503191444330857281&amp;postID=8157564237963376771' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503191444330857281/posts/default/8157564237963376771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503191444330857281/posts/default/8157564237963376771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flockhartclan.blogspot.com/2010/02/hawaii-week-one.html' title='Hawaii: Week One'/><author><name>Flockhart Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726146940999043825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/SnBgxbQSEwI/AAAAAAAABPE/qxT29Q1CVTU/S220/P1010029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S4NQ64cAjoI/AAAAAAAACGc/zc9_tpmH_DI/s72-c/DSCN1210.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503191444330857281.post-3192522664742900304</id><published>2010-01-26T14:22:00.009-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T15:01:05.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fabulously Thirty &amp; A Fractured Foot</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000ee;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a style="TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S19eBXywPWI/AAAAAAAACFg/oTIKLPCg0dA/s1600-h/DSCN1189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431163053291879778" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S19eBXywPWI/AAAAAAAACFg/oTIKLPCg0dA/s400/DSCN1189.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My handsome husband turned 30 on Saturday. I can't believe he is that old, I still think he is 23 like when we got married. We celebrated it the weekend before while MacRae had a sleep over at his Grandparents. I know I say it all the time, but I do love this guy so much. He is amazing at everything he does. He is always so strong and stable, when I am always such a mess. I guess that is why we are such a good match.  He has the biggest heart and would do anything you ever asked of him.  I love you Sweetheart!  Happy Birthday!  The day started out with breakfast at Village Inn and then we went to the temple and saw my sweet sister-in-law take out her endowments. What a better place to spend your birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S19eBk0VysI/AAAAAAAACFo/lY9uJVU4hgU/s1600-h/DSCN1195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431163056788196034" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S19eBk0VysI/AAAAAAAACFo/lY9uJVU4hgU/s400/DSCN1195.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here is the cake Me and MacRae made.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S19g1IHboOI/AAAAAAAACGQ/An4ZIN725XM/s1600-h/DSCN1199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431166141460095202" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S19g1IHboOI/AAAAAAAACGQ/An4ZIN725XM/s400/DSCN1199.JPG" style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We ended the night at Stu's parents house for dinner and cake and ice cream.  Aren't my Boys Handsome!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S19eCUz2a5I/AAAAAAAACFw/dV-6Wt5l5dk/s1600-h/DSCN1198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431163069671041938" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S19eCUz2a5I/AAAAAAAACFw/dV-6Wt5l5dk/s400/DSCN1198.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cute Grandma Heather also got a pinata for the little kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S19eDTb061I/AAAAAAAACGA/6IEtzLZhhiE/s1600-h/DSCN1203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431163086481714002" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S19eDTb061I/AAAAAAAACGA/6IEtzLZhhiE/s400/DSCN1203.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Then just before we were leaving McaRae  jumped off of their stairs into their Theatre room (only 2 or 3 stairs), and he started crying when he landed.  I picked him up and took him upstairs to have Stu hold him so we could look at his foot.  We couldn't see anything, but he also wouldn't walk on it and cried very hard for 30 minutes or so.  He never cries longer than 5 min, so we just though he was really tired.  We took him home and he went right to sleep and slept all night.  The next morning he called for us to get him out of bed, which he never does, he is usually out the second he wakes up.  He wouldn't walk on it at all so while I went to Church Stu took him to KidsCare for an X-Ray.  They discovered that there is a hairline fracture above his fourth toe, and has to be in a walking cast for 4 weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S19eaDC7KlI/AAAAAAAACGI/6cXwhjGbXbg/s1600-h/DSCN1206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431163477219289682" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S19eaDC7KlI/AAAAAAAACGI/6cXwhjGbXbg/s400/DSCN1206.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well it is day 3 since it happened and he is still not walking on it.  He crawls to wherever he needs to go, and where he can't get or when he gets to tired I have to carry him.  He still wants to play and tries to be as active as possible, and was golfing the next day.  We were so lucky that it wasn't anymore serious than it is.   I was so glad that they said we didn't have to cast it as long as he will keep the boot on.  I can't imagine going to Hawaii on Sunday with a cast. Hopefully he can walk by Saturday so he can be the ring bearer for Stacy &amp;amp; Ben's Wedding, if not he can always crawl down the aisle.  I love this little guy so much, and it is so hard to see him in pain.  We should have known that we were in for a wild ride with this one, after the way he came into the world.  Not very many kids ride in an ambulance before they are born, when they are 2 and have a broken foot before 3.  After it is all said and done, he is worth every minute of it, and there is never a dull moment in our home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5503191444330857281-3192522664742900304?l=flockhartclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flockhartclan.blogspot.com/feeds/3192522664742900304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5503191444330857281&amp;postID=3192522664742900304' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503191444330857281/posts/default/3192522664742900304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503191444330857281/posts/default/3192522664742900304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flockhartclan.blogspot.com/2010/01/fabulously-thirty-fractured-foot.html' title='Fabulously Thirty &amp; A Fractured Foot'/><author><name>Flockhart Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726146940999043825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/SnBgxbQSEwI/AAAAAAAABPE/qxT29Q1CVTU/S220/P1010029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S19eBXywPWI/AAAAAAAACFg/oTIKLPCg0dA/s72-c/DSCN1189.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503191444330857281.post-2107020406354209750</id><published>2010-01-20T08:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T08:37:00.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Forts With Daddy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S1PYekW3rwI/AAAAAAAACFY/5I4fKgELe3M/s1600-h/DSCN1146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427919995578855170" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S1PYekW3rwI/AAAAAAAACFY/5I4fKgELe3M/s400/DSCN1146.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No wonder he is his favorite. Stu seriously is the cutest Dad. He is always coming up with cute fun things for them to play. He whipped this up one afternoon and MacRae was so excited. The only down fall was that Stoggie wanted to come in also. I could not have asked for a better Dad for my son. When he walks in the door and sees his little boy his whole face lights up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5503191444330857281-2107020406354209750?l=flockhartclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flockhartclan.blogspot.com/feeds/2107020406354209750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5503191444330857281&amp;postID=2107020406354209750' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503191444330857281/posts/default/2107020406354209750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503191444330857281/posts/default/2107020406354209750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flockhartclan.blogspot.com/2010/01/forts-with-daddy.html' title='Forts With Daddy'/><author><name>Flockhart Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726146940999043825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/SnBgxbQSEwI/AAAAAAAABPE/qxT29Q1CVTU/S220/P1010029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S1PYekW3rwI/AAAAAAAACFY/5I4fKgELe3M/s72-c/DSCN1146.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503191444330857281.post-8899164786527427140</id><published>2010-01-17T20:24:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T20:37:20.305-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Grandma Heather!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S1PUuOG5R1I/AAAAAAAACFQ/3BNxgbwlVB8/s1600-h/DSCN1173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427915866437666642" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S1PUuOG5R1I/AAAAAAAACFQ/3BNxgbwlVB8/s400/DSCN1173.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just wanted to wish Heather a Happy Birthday.  She is such an amazing lady, and I couldn't have picked a sweeter mother-in-law.  She has the biggest heart and would do anything you ever asked her to.  She is also so Christ like and serves in her ward as much as possible.  She is always happy and is so fun to be around.  She is always thinking about others  and will never burden you with her problems.  MacRae loves her so much and looks forward to going to see her.  We love you so much and hope you had a Happy Birthday!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5503191444330857281-8899164786527427140?l=flockhartclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flockhartclan.blogspot.com/feeds/8899164786527427140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5503191444330857281&amp;postID=8899164786527427140' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503191444330857281/posts/default/8899164786527427140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503191444330857281/posts/default/8899164786527427140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flockhartclan.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-birthday-grandma-heather.html' title='Happy Birthday Grandma Heather!!!'/><author><name>Flockhart Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726146940999043825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/SnBgxbQSEwI/AAAAAAAABPE/qxT29Q1CVTU/S220/P1010029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S1PUuOG5R1I/AAAAAAAACFQ/3BNxgbwlVB8/s72-c/DSCN1173.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503191444330857281.post-2314207989425707740</id><published>2010-01-17T20:16:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T20:37:04.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandma's Bowling Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;For Grandma Heathers birthday we went bowling the night before, with most of the family. She loves to bowl so we thought it would be fun for her and the kids.  We had cake and cupcakes and bowled a few games.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;MacRae&lt;/span&gt; loved it, and had such a hard time waiting for his turn.  He also loved playing with his cute cousin Ella.  He also decided that his costume for the day would be Superman.  What a funny little boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S1PT2qiZHDI/AAAAAAAACFI/Ale1dWHSURI/s1600-h/DSCN1161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427914911996517426" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S1PT2qiZHDI/AAAAAAAACFI/Ale1dWHSURI/s400/DSCN1161.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dad and MacRae Getting Ready To Bowl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S1PTeczWBLI/AAAAAAAACFA/biTD4t4Jkf8/s1600-h/DSCN1168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427914495992661170" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S1PTeczWBLI/AAAAAAAACFA/biTD4t4Jkf8/s400/DSCN1168.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cute Cousin Ella&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S1PTeEZuYLI/AAAAAAAACE4/XrT8auDdO5I/s1600-h/DSCN1165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427914489442754738" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S1PTeEZuYLI/AAAAAAAACE4/XrT8auDdO5I/s400/DSCN1165.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hopefully He Will Always Be A Momma's Boy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S1PTdsg0RhI/AAAAAAAACEw/1EW06_ugA_4/s1600-h/DSCN1159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427914483030050322" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S1PTdsg0RhI/AAAAAAAACEw/1EW06_ugA_4/s400/DSCN1159.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Grandma And Stacy Modeling The Superman Cape&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S1PTdK6Dx_I/AAAAAAAACEo/22whAXclzqk/s1600-h/DSCN1158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427914474009118706" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S1PTdK6Dx_I/AAAAAAAACEo/22whAXclzqk/s400/DSCN1158.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S1PTcuVKVrI/AAAAAAAACEg/Srr_hwWJQFY/s1600-h/DSCN1153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427914466338166450" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S1PTcuVKVrI/AAAAAAAACEg/Srr_hwWJQFY/s400/DSCN1153.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He is such a good little boy.  It makes my whole day to see him get so excited about the little things.  Thanks Stacy for planning such a fun party!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5503191444330857281-2314207989425707740?l=flockhartclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flockhartclan.blogspot.com/feeds/2314207989425707740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5503191444330857281&amp;postID=2314207989425707740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503191444330857281/posts/default/2314207989425707740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503191444330857281/posts/default/2314207989425707740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flockhartclan.blogspot.com/2010/01/grandmas-bowling-party.html' title='Grandma&apos;s Bowling Party'/><author><name>Flockhart Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726146940999043825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/SnBgxbQSEwI/AAAAAAAABPE/qxT29Q1CVTU/S220/P1010029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/S1PT2qiZHDI/AAAAAAAACFI/Ale1dWHSURI/s72-c/DSCN1161.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503191444330857281.post-4184513906175525837</id><published>2009-12-30T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T17:20:05.547-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas All Week Long!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;To start out the week we got together with all of my brothers and sisters, nieces and nephews for a party Monday night. We had an amazing dinner at my brothers house which followed with decorating sugar cookies. We then got to talk to my parents on the web cam. It was so fun to see them, and watch the little kids interact with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/Sz92unj7bPI/AAAAAAAACCQ/eXdNdQ_vleE/s1600-h/DSCN1072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422183019643104498" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/Sz92unj7bPI/AAAAAAAACCQ/eXdNdQ_vleE/s400/DSCN1072.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Each family took a turn by themselves and got to open presents that my parents sent in front of them. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;MacRae&lt;/span&gt; wasn't quite sure why they were on the computer, but he was excited to see them, and kept telling them funny stuff. We all got matching pajamas to wear for Christmas Eve. It was hard not to have my parents here, but so nice to be able to be with all of my family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422183021923101458" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/Sz92uwDhaxI/AAAAAAAACCY/S5jceRHVFz4/s400/DSCN1074.JPG" /&gt;This year Stu took Christmas Eve of for the first time since we have been married, so we decided to do something fun. We went sledding that morning with all of the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Flockharts&lt;/span&gt;. It was a little cold, but so fun. At first &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;MacRae&lt;/span&gt; was a little scared to go down the hill, but then Stu took him over a little jump and he was hooked from then on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a style="TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/Sz93yx9y7MI/AAAAAAAACCo/ix9ROjj2E1M/s1600-h/DSCN1091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422184190667058370" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/Sz93yx9y7MI/AAAAAAAACCo/ix9ROjj2E1M/s400/DSCN1091.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a style="TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/Sz93ybp3y7I/AAAAAAAACCg/qbO1jljY2lA/s1600-h/DSCN1075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-DECORATION: underline" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422184184677911474" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/Sz93ybp3y7I/AAAAAAAACCg/qbO1jljY2lA/s400/DSCN1075.JPG" /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none" class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; TEXT-DECORATION: underline"&gt;Even &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Stoggie&lt;/span&gt; got to come!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night we had the whole family over to our house. We had lots of yummy food, and hung out and played Rock Band, while waiting for Santa to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/Sz95KP5yvmI/AAAAAAAACC4/AKOJ-0aGxXk/s1600-h/DSCN1097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422185693351951970" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/Sz95KP5yvmI/AAAAAAAACC4/AKOJ-0aGxXk/s400/DSCN1097.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/Sz95KnQ4QtI/AAAAAAAACDA/ak4Kd2CSgMQ/s1600-h/DSCN1098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422185699622798034" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/Sz95KnQ4QtI/AAAAAAAACDA/ak4Kd2CSgMQ/s400/DSCN1098.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/Sz95LPS7SvI/AAAAAAAACDI/0_EJwuK4kyE/s1600-h/DSCN1099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422185710368803570" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/Sz95LPS7SvI/AAAAAAAACDI/0_EJwuK4kyE/s400/DSCN1099.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We tried to get &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;MacRae&lt;/span&gt; to bed at a decent hour, but he was too excited to see what Santa was going to bring him in the morning. My cute sister &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Steph&lt;/span&gt; made him a little jar of reindeer food last year, but he was too little to understand what to do with it. This year him and daddy went and spread it on the lawn so the reindeer would be able to find our house, and have something to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/Sz9-S18OxRI/AAAAAAAACDY/CawpsF-0Jjg/s1600-h/DSCN1103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422191338559816978" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/Sz9-S18OxRI/AAAAAAAACDY/CawpsF-0Jjg/s400/DSCN1103.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/Sz9-SGy81BI/AAAAAAAACDQ/EUbVb_FljsU/s1600-h/DSCN1107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422191325904426002" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/Sz9-SGy81BI/AAAAAAAACDQ/EUbVb_FljsU/s400/DSCN1107.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;We then got cookies and juice out for Santa. We tried to convince him to leave it on the table for him, but he was very adamant about leaving it outside on the porch, so we did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/Sz9-TXgTOFI/AAAAAAAACDg/VCnAZsh76rI/s1600-h/DSCN1108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422191347569473618" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/Sz9-TXgTOFI/AAAAAAAACDg/VCnAZsh76rI/s400/DSCN1108.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Christmas morning &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;MacRae&lt;/span&gt; woke up at 7:30 am. He had forgotten about Santa, until Stu reminded him, while he was changing his diaper. We then went and showed him that Santa had come and eaten all of his cookies and juice. He was so excited, and ran downstairs to see what &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sanat&lt;/span&gt; had left him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/Sz9-6Np02II/AAAAAAAACDo/2SWVJGTKDKs/s1600-h/DSCN1111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422192014939969666" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/Sz9-6Np02II/AAAAAAAACDo/2SWVJGTKDKs/s400/DSCN1111.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;MacRae&lt;/span&gt; got a pull string Woody, a chair, bowling, PJ's, Cars Buzz &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lightyear&lt;/span&gt; wings, and so much more. This year he finally got what was going on. WE just let him open his presents however he wanted, while we just watched. I was just sitting by him watching and he saw that I didn't have a present so he gave me one of his to open. He is such a sweet boy, and is always thinking about others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/Sz9-6hAHQPI/AAAAAAAACDw/gGxgtMnrYIU/s1600-h/DSCN1113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422192020133724402" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/Sz9-6hAHQPI/AAAAAAAACDw/gGxgtMnrYIU/s400/DSCN1113.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I surprised Stu by buying him new golf clubs. He was so excited and couldn't believe that I actually bought them. I got the best present ever, but I forgot to get a pic with it. Stu bought me a rumba, which is a robotic vacuum. It is amazing it vacuums your whole house and then plugs itself back in to charge when it is done. I nearly cried when I realized that it will vacuum up dog hair, and have used it every day since Christmas. It is the best present for someone with a little &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;OCD&lt;/span&gt;. Every year Stu always gets me such thoughtful gifts, I am so lucky to have him as a husband.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/Sz-A6X4pYTI/AAAAAAAACD4/t3RdKo5dbKU/s1600-h/DSCN1114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422194216709742898" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/Sz-A6X4pYTI/AAAAAAAACD4/t3RdKo5dbKU/s400/DSCN1114.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Christmas evening we went to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Flockharts&lt;/span&gt; house for an amazing dinner and dessert. We got to open more presents there and were very spoiled by all that we got from Heather and Drew. We are so lucky to have 2 sets of parents, that are do generous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/Sz-A61l-AGI/AAAAAAAACEA/14PkzZcl380/s1600-h/DSCN1117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422194224684466274" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/Sz-A61l-AGI/AAAAAAAACEA/14PkzZcl380/s400/DSCN1117.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We ended the night, by just hanging out and playing a little rock band. Me and Jill sang a duet and Me and Stu sang a little Sublime. So fun, that we are &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;defiantly&lt;/span&gt; going to buy it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/Sz-A7fIa_LI/AAAAAAAACEI/BBAP9ZgjT4g/s1600-h/DSCN1120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422194235834825906" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/Sz-A7fIa_LI/AAAAAAAACEI/BBAP9ZgjT4g/s400/DSCN1120.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/Sz-A7hu0LdI/AAAAAAAACEQ/Sc4_zogLdpM/s1600-h/DSCN1127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422194236532731346" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/Sz-A7hu0LdI/AAAAAAAACEQ/Sc4_zogLdpM/s400/DSCN1127.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had such an amazing Christmas and the month getting ready for it. Next year when MacRae is old enough to understand we want to focus Christmas more on Christ then on Santa. We are so blessed by having such wonderful families that love and support us so much. I don't know what we would do without them!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5503191444330857281-4184513906175525837?l=flockhartclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flockhartclan.blogspot.com/feeds/4184513906175525837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5503191444330857281&amp;postID=4184513906175525837' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503191444330857281/posts/default/4184513906175525837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503191444330857281/posts/default/4184513906175525837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flockhartclan.blogspot.com/2010/01/christmas-all-week-long.html' title='Christmas All Week Long!!!'/><author><name>Flockhart Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726146940999043825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/SnBgxbQSEwI/AAAAAAAABPE/qxT29Q1CVTU/S220/P1010029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/Sz92unj7bPI/AAAAAAAACCQ/eXdNdQ_vleE/s72-c/DSCN1072.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503191444330857281.post-3590672575462517812</id><published>2009-12-21T10:05:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T10:05:00.118-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Making Cookies For Santa</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000ee;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ever since we went one the polar express MacRae has been asking to make cookies for Santa, so we decided tonight was a good night. He loves to help cook and pour the ingredients in the bowl. We got out the cookie cutters and he was adamant about making flowered ones instead of Christmas ones for Santa, so we let him make flowers. I think it is so cute that he has his own opinion about things. Now we will know which ones he made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/Sy2j2hInY1I/AAAAAAAACBo/9jNqQ7DvTIs/s1600-h/DSCN1069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417166083799343954" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/Sy2j2hInY1I/AAAAAAAACBo/9jNqQ7DvTIs/s400/DSCN1069.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He Loves Cookie Dough Just Like His Mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/Sy2j2TMo9gI/AAAAAAAACBg/zZH8Tq-rdyg/s1600-h/DSCN1068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417166080058127874" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/Sy2j2TMo9gI/AAAAAAAACBg/zZH8Tq-rdyg/s400/DSCN1068.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Cutting Out Cookies With Dad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/Sy2j3OzTK3I/AAAAAAAACBw/X1vEvxOb7AI/s1600-h/DSCN1070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417166096057969522" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/Sy2j3OzTK3I/AAAAAAAACBw/X1vEvxOb7AI/s400/DSCN1070.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Finished Product&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left"&gt;We are waiting to frost them until we get together with my brothers and sisters on Monday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/Sy2j3rtufnI/AAAAAAAACB4/vmB5k5LsO1w/s1600-h/DSCN1071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417166103819222642" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/Sy2j3rtufnI/AAAAAAAACB4/vmB5k5LsO1w/s400/DSCN1071.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;MacRae loves to play in the sink. He loves it even more if you will let him use dish soap and make lots of bubbles. Are dishes and kid have never been so clean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5503191444330857281-3590672575462517812?l=flockhartclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flockhartclan.blogspot.com/feeds/3590672575462517812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5503191444330857281&amp;postID=3590672575462517812' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503191444330857281/posts/default/3590672575462517812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503191444330857281/posts/default/3590672575462517812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flockhartclan.blogspot.com/2009/12/making-cookies-for-santa.html' title='Making Cookies For Santa'/><author><name>Flockhart Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726146940999043825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/SnBgxbQSEwI/AAAAAAAABPE/qxT29Q1CVTU/S220/P1010029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/Sy2j2hInY1I/AAAAAAAACBo/9jNqQ7DvTIs/s72-c/DSCN1069.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503191444330857281.post-6556832515526422288</id><published>2009-12-20T13:31:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T15:25:18.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Annual Tripp Family Christmas Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Twice a year we get together with the whole Tripp family. This includes my Dad's brother and 2 sisters, and there kids, and there kids kids. Together there is over a hundred of us. It is so fun to see everyone and catch up on what has been going on for the last 6 months.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&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: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417160710459684898" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/Sy2e9v4m-CI/AAAAAAAACAA/2I5YjgmstTQ/s400/DSCN1054.JPG" /&gt;This year it was my parents turn to host, but since they are serving a mission, Steve got volunteered to do it. We had a yummy dinner and that got a much anticipated visit from Santa. Each child that is not married gets to sit on his lap and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;receive&lt;/span&gt; a present. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;MacRae&lt;/span&gt; was so excited to see him, that he just held perfectly still watching him and waiting for his turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a style="TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/Sy2oQpXyX2I/AAAAAAAACCA/kBrapVHU0V4/s1600-h/DSCN1056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417170930733571938" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/Sy2oQpXyX2I/AAAAAAAACCA/kBrapVHU0V4/s400/DSCN1056.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/Sy2e-lq4xuI/AAAAAAAACAQ/Gg4elehWMCM/s1600-h/DSCN1057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417160724897646306" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/Sy2e-lq4xuI/AAAAAAAACAQ/Gg4elehWMCM/s400/DSCN1057.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Santa's Cute Elf Whitney&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/Sy2e_FAa4pI/AAAAAAAACAY/4_O-miSeAA0/s1600-h/DSCN1059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417160733309461138" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/Sy2e_FAa4pI/AAAAAAAACAY/4_O-miSeAA0/s400/DSCN1059.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;That's Are Boy!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/Sy2iOv_R8HI/AAAAAAAACBA/TN3PAv3DoTE/s1600-h/DSCN1061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417164301080326258" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/Sy2iOv_R8HI/AAAAAAAACBA/TN3PAv3DoTE/s400/DSCN1061.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Giving Santa A Cuddle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/Sy2iPQa685I/AAAAAAAACBQ/eoqFutJQiGU/s1600-h/DSCN1065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417164309786194834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/Sy2iPQa685I/AAAAAAAACBQ/eoqFutJQiGU/s400/DSCN1065.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Waiting So Patiently To Open His Gift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/Sy2iO2d_h6I/AAAAAAAACBI/v7p6h7kQ9vI/s1600-h/DSCN1063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417164302819755938" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/Sy2iO2d_h6I/AAAAAAAACBI/v7p6h7kQ9vI/s400/DSCN1063.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;MacRae&lt;/span&gt; Took A Pic Of Dad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417164318968968610" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/Sy2iPyoQ9aI/AAAAAAAACBY/_DYoN2la_nY/s400/DSCN1066.JPG" /&gt; Finally he got to open his present after all the kids &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;received&lt;/span&gt; one. He was so excited since he loves anything to do with fireman. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Santa&lt;/span&gt; picked this present for him because he knew Mommy was tired of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;MacRae&lt;/span&gt; putting out fires at home with a spray bottle. I am so &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;excited&lt;/span&gt; for Christmas I can hardly stand it. It will be so fun to watch him open his presents this year since he finally gets what is going on.&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/5503191444330857281-6556832515526422288?l=flockhartclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flockhartclan.blogspot.com/feeds/6556832515526422288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5503191444330857281&amp;postID=6556832515526422288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503191444330857281/posts/default/6556832515526422288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503191444330857281/posts/default/6556832515526422288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flockhartclan.blogspot.com/2009/12/annual-tripp-family-christmas-party.html' title='Annual Tripp Family Christmas Party'/><author><name>Flockhart Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726146940999043825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/SnBgxbQSEwI/AAAAAAAABPE/qxT29Q1CVTU/S220/P1010029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/Sy2e9v4m-CI/AAAAAAAACAA/2I5YjgmstTQ/s72-c/DSCN1054.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503191444330857281.post-8452002790605160645</id><published>2009-12-19T20:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T21:59:34.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandma Greats Fur Coat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/SyurKQlyNZI/AAAAAAAAB_4/U0IpX4ZPI6Y/s1600-h/DSCN1047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416611169583642002" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/SyurKQlyNZI/AAAAAAAAB_4/U0IpX4ZPI6Y/s400/DSCN1047.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This coat belonged to my sweet little Grandma Vera Burt. She passed away in August of 2002, so it has been quite a while since it has been worn. I brought it home to our house, because my sister-in-law wants to wear it for her wedding. When &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;MacRae&lt;/span&gt; saw it he said, "I want to wear that, it like a kitty." He put it on gave it a big sniff and petted the arms for a minute, then he was done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This coat has so many memories for me. When I picture my grandma I always picture her in this. Before I was born my grandparents moved to California, so I only got to see them once or twice a year. It was usually in the winter for Christmas, so I think that is why we saw her in this so much. My Grandma was an a amazing lady. She was the only one I had, since my Dad's parents passed away before I was born, but she made up for it. She always brought us presents when she came to visit and had &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Skor&lt;/span&gt; candy bars in her purse for us. For holidays or birthdays she would always send enormous packages full of all kinds of fun stuff. When she got older and wasn't very active, we would lay in bed with her for hours and listen to her sing us songs and tell us poems she had memorized. When she had great-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;grandkids&lt;/span&gt; they all started calling her Grandma Great, which is a perfect name for her because she was great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5503191444330857281-8452002790605160645?l=flockhartclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flockhartclan.blogspot.com/feeds/8452002790605160645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5503191444330857281&amp;postID=8452002790605160645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503191444330857281/posts/default/8452002790605160645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503191444330857281/posts/default/8452002790605160645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flockhartclan.blogspot.com/2009/12/grandma-greats-fur-coat.html' title='Grandma Greats Fur Coat'/><author><name>Flockhart Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726146940999043825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/SnBgxbQSEwI/AAAAAAAABPE/qxT29Q1CVTU/S220/P1010029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/SyurKQlyNZI/AAAAAAAAB_4/U0IpX4ZPI6Y/s72-c/DSCN1047.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503191444330857281.post-454396299500593234</id><published>2009-12-17T08:47:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T22:01:24.008-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesdays With Grandma Heather</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/SyuqL64A-uI/AAAAAAAAB_w/2WemMj3kQZU/s1600-h/DSCN1044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416610098602638050" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/SyuqL64A-uI/AAAAAAAAB_w/2WemMj3kQZU/s400/DSCN1044.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For the last few weeks &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;MacRae&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; has been going to Grandma Heathers on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Wednesday's&lt;/span&gt;, for a few hours in the afternoons. I always feel guilty for getting a babysitter for him to run silly errands, but I know he is in safe hands. It is truly amazing the amount of things that I can get done by myself. I am so grateful for my mother and father in law. They love our little family so much, and are always willing to do anything for us. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;MacRae&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; has started to ask when he is going back to Grandma Heathers to play with her big fire truck. Heather you are such an amazing mother and grandmother. We are so lucky to have you in our lives. We love you so much!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5503191444330857281-454396299500593234?l=flockhartclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flockhartclan.blogspot.com/feeds/454396299500593234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5503191444330857281&amp;postID=454396299500593234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503191444330857281/posts/default/454396299500593234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503191444330857281/posts/default/454396299500593234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flockhartclan.blogspot.com/2009/12/wednesdays-with-grandma-hather.html' title='Wednesdays With Grandma Heather'/><author><name>Flockhart Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726146940999043825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/SnBgxbQSEwI/AAAAAAAABPE/qxT29Q1CVTU/S220/P1010029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/SyuqL64A-uI/AAAAAAAAB_w/2WemMj3kQZU/s72-c/DSCN1044.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503191444330857281.post-8040002782757024147</id><published>2009-12-14T14:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T14:49:00.372-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Build-A-Bear</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;After being snowed in the day before we decided to take a little field trip with Sophie and Sarah to Build A Bear.  When we first got there and tried to have MacRae pick what animal he wanted to stuff, he just wanted the display one of a puppy.  I tried to explain to him that they would fix it, but it took him a minute to understand.  They put the puppy on a long metal stick, and then he stepped on the pedal for the stuffing to come out.  His little face looked traumatized while he was watching this girl ram it into his puppy,  and he did not like the loud noise either.  He was then OK after he realized the puppy was fine and was now fluffy.  He then went and gave his puppy a bath. MacRae thought this was the best part and gave him several baths while using a little brush to scrub him. He then had to show Sophie how to step on the pedal, and kept telling her that it wasn't scary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/SyQLwmz9mpI/AAAAAAAABfM/fifheNiIKkM/s1600-h/DSCN1034.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414465581686299282" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/SyQLwmz9mpI/AAAAAAAABfM/fifheNiIKkM/s400/DSCN1034.JPG" style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/SyQLxElXw4I/AAAAAAAABfU/lTD41oHV3Z4/s1600-h/DSCN1035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414465589678162818" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/SyQLxElXw4I/AAAAAAAABfU/lTD41oHV3Z4/s400/DSCN1035.JPG" style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I then let him choose an outfit for his puppy.  I showed him that there was a baseball one, and that is what he picked of course.  Then he picked little cleats, and a bat ball and mitt to go with it to complete the outfit. He then found a little tent dog house and collar and leash for him and named him Stoggie.  He has slept with him ,and taken him every where we go since he got him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/SyQLxvdOpuI/AAAAAAAABfc/ihlFuzkcc5I/s1600-h/DSCN1036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414465601186735842" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/SyQLxvdOpuI/AAAAAAAABfc/ihlFuzkcc5I/s400/DSCN1036.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here they are showing off their new puppies!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We then took the kids to see Santa.  For the last 2 years MacRae has been terrified by just the sight of him, but this year he finally conquered his fears.  He walked right up to him and let Santa pick him up and put him on his lap.  Sophie on the other hand did not like him, so MacRae kept trying to tell her that Santa was nice.  It has got to be the age.  We had such a fun day with them and can't wait to hang out with them again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/SyQLG6Mw4ZI/AAAAAAAABfE/VM12tE0NLKg/s1600-h/DSCN1039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414464865336091026" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/SyQLG6Mw4ZI/AAAAAAAABfE/VM12tE0NLKg/s400/DSCN1039.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/SyQLyDENfOI/AAAAAAAABfk/db1GKzRdb94/s1600-h/DSCN1037.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414465606450511074" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/SyQLyDENfOI/AAAAAAAABfk/db1GKzRdb94/s400/DSCN1037.JPG" style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; width: 300px; display: block; height: 400px; cursor: pointer; " /&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/5503191444330857281-8040002782757024147?l=flockhartclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flockhartclan.blogspot.com/feeds/8040002782757024147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5503191444330857281&amp;postID=8040002782757024147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503191444330857281/posts/default/8040002782757024147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503191444330857281/posts/default/8040002782757024147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flockhartclan.blogspot.com/2009/12/build-bear.html' title='Build-A-Bear'/><author><name>Flockhart Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726146940999043825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/SnBgxbQSEwI/AAAAAAAABPE/qxT29Q1CVTU/S220/P1010029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/SyQLwmz9mpI/AAAAAAAABfM/fifheNiIKkM/s72-c/DSCN1034.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503191444330857281.post-926646381428551006</id><published>2009-12-11T13:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T13:54:00.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Buy A Bed?</title><content type='html'>I always go and check on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;MacRae&lt;/span&gt; one last time very night before I go to bed. I went in his room looked in his bed and he was not there. I started to panic, and all these horrible thoughts came to mind. I then heard his snoring and little breathing. I looked all around and this is where I found him. He only made it half way under the bed this time. The next time he wasn't in his bed a few weeks later. I found him completely under, and this time with his cowboy hat. He is such a funny little boy and keeps us very busy, but we wouldn't rather do anything else!!!&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_5413039653895495586" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/Sx764r2LX6I/AAAAAAAABcA/ed8rUcmR_G4/s400/DSCN1002.JPG" /&gt;Week One&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_5413039642765354850" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/Sx764CYi52I/AAAAAAAABb4/GxQvlYvjY1o/s400/DSCN1012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Week Two&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5503191444330857281-926646381428551006?l=flockhartclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flockhartclan.blogspot.com/feeds/926646381428551006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5503191444330857281&amp;postID=926646381428551006' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503191444330857281/posts/default/926646381428551006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503191444330857281/posts/default/926646381428551006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flockhartclan.blogspot.com/2009/12/why-buy-bed.html' title='Why Buy A Bed?'/><author><name>Flockhart Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726146940999043825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/SnBgxbQSEwI/AAAAAAAABPE/qxT29Q1CVTU/S220/P1010029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/Sx764r2LX6I/AAAAAAAABcA/ed8rUcmR_G4/s72-c/DSCN1002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503191444330857281.post-7509793038586700901</id><published>2009-12-10T13:54:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T19:13:20.099-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Polar Express</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000ee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/Sx8ySjKZlgI/AAAAAAAABdg/KhmBdB3wHhk/s1600-h/DSCN1023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413100571380520450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/Sx8ySjKZlgI/AAAAAAAABdg/KhmBdB3wHhk/s400/DSCN1023.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This year we decided to start off the Christmas Season with a trip to Heber to ride on the Polar Express, with are little family of 3. We started watching the movie the week before, so MacRae would understand what it was all about. MacRae slept the entire ride up, so that was nice to be able to talk to Stu. When we got there and he saw all the trains he was so excited. We went into the Train Station to get a snack and then wait for our train to get ready to board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/Sx8ySy9b_XI/AAAAAAAABdo/I6LV2kxYOgE/s1600-h/DSCN1024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413100575621119346" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/Sx8ySy9b_XI/AAAAAAAABdo/I6LV2kxYOgE/s400/DSCN1024.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I let him open one of his presents from Grandma &amp;amp; Grandpa Tripp early, because I knew it was pajamas. He wanted to wear them, just like the little boy on the train, and it kind of felt like we brought them along with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a style="TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/Sx8y0qIvhEI/AAAAAAAABeA/pTL5NShdk04/s1600-h/DSCN1028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413101157368169538" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/Sx8y0qIvhEI/AAAAAAAABeA/pTL5NShdk04/s400/DSCN1028.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Here is his Monster Face. He just started doing it a couple of weeks ago, and I love it. I think it is so cute how his little nose scrunches up. The snack he chose was Cheetos if you couldn't tell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/Sx8y0HbwW9I/AAAAAAAABd4/eUcdR4Y5oGA/s1600-h/DSCN1027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413101148052675538" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/Sx8y0HbwW9I/AAAAAAAABd4/eUcdR4Y5oGA/s400/DSCN1027.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Waiting for the train to leave&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/Sx8yTQhWY0I/AAAAAAAABdw/4XtB9NcjDUQ/s1600-h/DSCN1025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413100583556375362" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/Sx8yTQhWY0I/AAAAAAAABdw/4XtB9NcjDUQ/s400/DSCN1025.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;During the ride the gave us cookies and hot chocolate to eat. Then they had elves come around and ask the kids their names and what they wanted for Christmas. We then read the story of the Polar Express while we were on our way to the North Pole. Then we had a special visitor, Mrs. Clause who taught us how to make cookies just the way Santa likes them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/Sx82IH8o-AI/AAAAAAAABeg/WUl72xRh48I/s1600-h/DSCN1031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413104790322870274" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/Sx82IH8o-AI/AAAAAAAABeg/WUl72xRh48I/s400/DSCN1031.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We then saw Santa outside of the train window waving to us, before he boarded the train also to make visits. MacRae just stopped moving and couldn't stop staring at him. Santa then asked what he wanted for Christmas, but I think MacRae was a little shocked so he didn't say anything. He then gave him a bell, and surprisingly enough he was brave enough this year to get his picture taken with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/Sx82HvW5XeI/AAAAAAAABeY/Ru6HQva663I/s1600-h/DSCN1030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413104783722110434" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/Sx82HvW5XeI/AAAAAAAABeY/Ru6HQva663I/s400/DSCN1030.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was expensive to do this, but so worth it to see the look on MacRae's face. Me and Stu both decided that we would make this our family tradition and do it every year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/Sx79hHBqWFI/AAAAAAAABcI/zQqW9FlBJUU/s1600-h/DSCN1023.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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5503191444330857281-7509793038586700901?l=flockhartclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flockhartclan.blogspot.com/feeds/7509793038586700901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5503191444330857281&amp;postID=7509793038586700901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503191444330857281/posts/default/7509793038586700901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503191444330857281/posts/default/7509793038586700901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flockhartclan.blogspot.com/2009/12/polar-express.html' title='The Polar Express'/><author><name>Flockhart Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726146940999043825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/SnBgxbQSEwI/AAAAAAAABPE/qxT29Q1CVTU/S220/P1010029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/Sx8ySjKZlgI/AAAAAAAABdg/KhmBdB3wHhk/s72-c/DSCN1023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503191444330857281.post-7624156422001352447</id><published>2009-12-09T14:17:00.014-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T14:48:35.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="center"&gt;We had such a fun Thanksgiving weekend. We have been working so hard to finally get our basement finished, that we haven't even had time to enjoy it. The weekend before Thanksgiving I went to my cute mother-in-laws with my 2 sister-in-laws to make pumpkin rolls. After me forgetting to add lemon juice and burning up Heathers blender we made 12 pumpkin rolls. So yummy!!! I had pics but they didn't turn out, so we will have to just do it again next year. We spent Thanksgiving day with Stu's family. It was a very small crowd this year, just Shona and her family, Ben and Stacy, Heather and Drew, &amp;amp; Us. Needless to say I got plenty of turkey. It was so weird not having 2 dinner this years, and very hard not to be able to go see my parents, but there will always be more Thanksgivings.&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_5413014945258048610" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/Sx7kac_8jGI/AAAAAAAABbQ/Ojf6Dqcnt-o/s400/DSCN1013.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Stu &amp;amp; His Dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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_5413014388340848418" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/Sx7j6CUidyI/AAAAAAAABbI/HeW4MhxiHsM/s400/DSCN1014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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_5413013845782143970" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/Sx7jadIdo-I/AAAAAAAABbA/Q2j1Z5tgaP8/s400/DSCN1015.JPG" /&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Helping Grandpa clean up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413013323299591714" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/Sx7i8Cu6liI/AAAAAAAABa4/ScPQRR334G8/s400/DSCN1017.JPG" /&gt; MacRae watching a Movie with the girls!&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_5413012680056862946" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/Sx7iWmd5eOI/AAAAAAAABaw/Z-jr90T7_4U/s400/DSCN1010.JPG" /&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Sleeping With Daddy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Most of the weekend we spent just as our little family. We went to a movie, did a little shopping, but mostly just hung out. It was so nice to have Stu home for 4 days, since he usually works the day after Thanksgiving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413017102787818242" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/Sx7mYCbIMwI/AAAAAAAABbY/HmDMBtZirg4/s400/DSCN1018.JPG" /&gt;We bought this this weekend. It was well worth the naps and cuddle time I get with my favorite little guy!!! &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/5503191444330857281-7624156422001352447?l=flockhartclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flockhartclan.blogspot.com/feeds/7624156422001352447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5503191444330857281&amp;postID=7624156422001352447' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503191444330857281/posts/default/7624156422001352447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503191444330857281/posts/default/7624156422001352447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flockhartclan.blogspot.com/2009/12/thanksgiving-weekend.html' title='Thanksgiving Weekend'/><author><name>Flockhart Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726146940999043825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/SnBgxbQSEwI/AAAAAAAABPE/qxT29Q1CVTU/S220/P1010029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/Sx7kac_8jGI/AAAAAAAABbQ/Ojf6Dqcnt-o/s72-c/DSCN1013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503191444330857281.post-806669142032089245</id><published>2009-12-08T16:12:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T16:17:10.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/Sx7dxo14lYI/AAAAAAAABZw/KOGaXPaYVXo/s1600-h/IMG_0246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413007646992668034" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/Sx7dxo14lYI/AAAAAAAABZw/KOGaXPaYVXo/s400/IMG_0246.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and all my Book Club friends went and saw the Twilight movie the day after it opened. We read these book last year for book club, and saw the last movie together, so for sure we had to see this one. We all made it but Emily and Heather, and they were missed.  We are so excited to  have added two new members this year, Lauren and Karissa, they are so awesome.  We are all so different, but get along so well.  I love everyone of these girls so much, and have so much fun when I am with them.  Thank you all for being my best friends!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5503191444330857281-806669142032089245?l=flockhartclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flockhartclan.blogspot.com/feeds/806669142032089245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5503191444330857281&amp;postID=806669142032089245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503191444330857281/posts/default/806669142032089245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503191444330857281/posts/default/806669142032089245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flockhartclan.blogspot.com/2009/12/twilight.html' title='Twilight'/><author><name>Flockhart Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726146940999043825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/SnBgxbQSEwI/AAAAAAAABPE/qxT29Q1CVTU/S220/P1010029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/Sx7dxo14lYI/AAAAAAAABZw/KOGaXPaYVXo/s72-c/IMG_0246.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503191444330857281.post-5430495600091349098</id><published>2009-11-10T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T22:24:39.225-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aloha Mom &amp; Dad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/SvkSqxfVQOI/AAAAAAAABZQ/PpoS1mJv6oo/s1600-h/DSC05779.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402369754056179938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/SvkSqxfVQOI/AAAAAAAABZQ/PpoS1mJv6oo/s400/DSC05779.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My cute parents are not only my parents, but they are now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;officially&lt;/span&gt; missionaries for The Church Of Jesus Christ Of Latter Day Saints. It was so hard yesterday to say goodbye, but I am so proud of them. I will miss them so much, and all that they do for me, but a year will fly by and then I will have them home. (Don't get any ideas about extending.) We love you both so much, and can't wait to share this experience with you and our family. Thanks for being such an example and giving us two amazing people to look up too and try to become!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5503191444330857281-5430495600091349098?l=flockhartclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flockhartclan.blogspot.com/feeds/5430495600091349098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5503191444330857281&amp;postID=5430495600091349098' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503191444330857281/posts/default/5430495600091349098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503191444330857281/posts/default/5430495600091349098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flockhartclan.blogspot.com/2009/11/aloha-mom-dad.html' title='Aloha Mom &amp; Dad'/><author><name>Flockhart Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726146940999043825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/SnBgxbQSEwI/AAAAAAAABPE/qxT29Q1CVTU/S220/P1010029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/SvkSqxfVQOI/AAAAAAAABZQ/PpoS1mJv6oo/s72-c/DSC05779.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503191444330857281.post-5276967603688298498</id><published>2009-11-09T23:52:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T00:15:41.131-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402365949077555490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/SvkPNS1vCSI/AAAAAAAABX8/ASFGhmHClwo/s400/DSC05823.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We had a very busy Halloween this year, and during it all I forgot my camera. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;MacRae&lt;/span&gt; got sick on Friday night, and Saturday day with a high fever. By the time to go out, he was feeling a little better. Our first stop was to Grandma and Grandpa Heathers house to trick-r-treat. Grandma Heather has a hard time saying no to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;MacRae&lt;/span&gt;, and before we left he had dumped her entire bowl into his pumpkin. No wonder he loves her so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402365957658061218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/SvkPNyzfKaI/AAAAAAAABYE/LtWgceD1oI0/s400/DSC05822.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next stop was to my sister Nicki's for pizza and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Carmel&lt;/span&gt; apples. We then took &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;MacRae&lt;/span&gt; and some of his cousins trick-r-treating. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;MacRae&lt;/span&gt; didn't quiet understand the concept, and just kept trying to eat everything he was given. We went to a house and they gave him a Toy Story coloring book. After he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;received&lt;/span&gt; this, he was done and ready to head home. Thanks to my sister and brother for all your hard work. It was so nice to get together for one last holiday before Mom and Dad leave. You throw an amazing party!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402366523235366786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/SvkPutvn94I/AAAAAAAABYM/NnYbnV6gi04/s400/DSC05791.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Mom and Dad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402366531740960002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/SvkPvNbhBQI/AAAAAAAABYU/AiHhD_L9gSk/s400/DSC05800.JPG" border="0" /&gt;My Nephew Tanner&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402368513732482146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/SvkRik7HlGI/AAAAAAAABZE/XuVMVtkb86Y/s400/DSC05818.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Nunleys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402368504805561218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/SvkRiDqxk4I/AAAAAAAABY8/4JITLT_xeLM/s400/DSC05802.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Tripps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402368496074125314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/SvkRhjJCcAI/AAAAAAAABY0/Ryx4zyG-zXI/s400/DSC05798.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Campbells&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5503191444330857281-5276967603688298498?l=flockhartclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flockhartclan.blogspot.com/feeds/5276967603688298498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5503191444330857281&amp;postID=5276967603688298498' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503191444330857281/posts/default/5276967603688298498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503191444330857281/posts/default/5276967603688298498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flockhartclan.blogspot.com/2009/11/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>Flockhart Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726146940999043825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/SnBgxbQSEwI/AAAAAAAABPE/qxT29Q1CVTU/S220/P1010029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/SvkPNS1vCSI/AAAAAAAABX8/ASFGhmHClwo/s72-c/DSC05823.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503191444330857281.post-7485754008774802099</id><published>2009-10-22T16:24:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T16:37:29.826-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Retirement Dad!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/SuDdoNJWbzI/AAAAAAAABX0/mqPbTqGyxgk/s1600-h/DSC05765.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395556036383239986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/SuDdoNJWbzI/AAAAAAAABX0/mqPbTqGyxgk/s400/DSC05765.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After being in the construction industry and owning his own business for over 40 years, my Dad has decided to finally retire before going on his mission. My sweet sister-in-law and brother through him a luau luncheon today at their office in his honor.  My Dad has always shown us an example of being a hard worker, and taking pride in your work. Growing up, and still now there is nothing that my Dad can't fix. We are so happy that he is retiring when he is still young enough to enjoy it. Being retired has a totally different meaning for him than most 67 year old men. To my Dad it means a little more golf, no time spent in an office, and most of his time building and repairing things. We love you so much, and are so proud to have you as our Dad and Papa!!! &lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395555874989883810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/SuDdez6LQaI/AAAAAAAABXs/Mm_82RzbXcM/s400/DSC05763.JPG" border="0" /&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/5503191444330857281-7485754008774802099?l=flockhartclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flockhartclan.blogspot.com/feeds/7485754008774802099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5503191444330857281&amp;postID=7485754008774802099' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503191444330857281/posts/default/7485754008774802099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503191444330857281/posts/default/7485754008774802099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flockhartclan.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-retirement-dad.html' title='Happy Retirement Dad!!!'/><author><name>Flockhart Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726146940999043825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/SnBgxbQSEwI/AAAAAAAABPE/qxT29Q1CVTU/S220/P1010029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/SuDdoNJWbzI/AAAAAAAABX0/mqPbTqGyxgk/s72-c/DSC05765.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503191444330857281.post-1381581020731905460</id><published>2009-10-21T09:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T09:20:02.218-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandma's Hat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/St4avv16AdI/AAAAAAAABXc/xnbPJa7Zv0I/s1600-h/DSCN0975.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394778811235172818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/St4avv16AdI/AAAAAAAABXc/xnbPJa7Zv0I/s400/DSCN0975.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We were over at Stu's parents house watching the Yankees game, and MacRe got to to take a bath in Grandma and Grandpa's big tub. While he was getting in he found Grandma's hat and, had to wear it while he was in there. He also like to use her toothbrush, luckily Grandma is a good sport, and let's him use it!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5503191444330857281-1381581020731905460?l=flockhartclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flockhartclan.blogspot.com/feeds/1381581020731905460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5503191444330857281&amp;postID=1381581020731905460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503191444330857281/posts/default/1381581020731905460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503191444330857281/posts/default/1381581020731905460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flockhartclan.blogspot.com/2009/10/grandmas-hat.html' title='Grandma&apos;s Hat'/><author><name>Flockhart Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726146940999043825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/SnBgxbQSEwI/AAAAAAAABPE/qxT29Q1CVTU/S220/P1010029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/St4avv16AdI/AAAAAAAABXc/xnbPJa7Zv0I/s72-c/DSCN0975.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503191444330857281.post-5030641697805142749</id><published>2009-10-20T14:00:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T16:24:10.519-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Gardner Village</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/St4Ylf35EtI/AAAAAAAABW0/3DO4lWOUsUU/s1600-h/DSCN0979.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394776436126585554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/St4Ylf35EtI/AAAAAAAABW0/3DO4lWOUsUU/s400/DSCN0979.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My Mom, some of my sisters and I, made are annual trip to Gardner Village last week. It was so cute to see MacRae all dressed up in his costume. He was a little afraid of the witches up close, but he loved the one with a cat and mouse running under its skirt. We ate lunch, fed the ducks, and took in all the sights. It was a beautiful day, and so much fun being with my family!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394776470012287010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/St4YneG32CI/AAAAAAAABXM/NXQ5tao0haY/s400/DSCN0990.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394776447126860850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/St4YmI2j9DI/AAAAAAAABW8/DQz1YYEUhLA/s400/DSCN0986.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Courtney, Hendrix, Lily &amp;amp; MacRae&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394776461552694818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/St4Ym-l8tiI/AAAAAAAABXE/BqoqZExnh-8/s400/DSCN0989.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Grandma &amp;amp; Grandkids&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395553519289202018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/SuDbVsPXdWI/AAAAAAAABXk/qy9W6k6PDBY/s400/DSC05758.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Me &amp;amp; My Mom &amp;amp; Sisters&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5503191444330857281-5030641697805142749?l=flockhartclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flockhartclan.blogspot.com/feeds/5030641697805142749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5503191444330857281&amp;postID=5030641697805142749' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503191444330857281/posts/default/5030641697805142749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503191444330857281/posts/default/5030641697805142749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flockhartclan.blogspot.com/2009/10/gardner-village.html' title='Gardner Village'/><author><name>Flockhart Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726146940999043825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/SnBgxbQSEwI/AAAAAAAABPE/qxT29Q1CVTU/S220/P1010029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/St4Ylf35EtI/AAAAAAAABW0/3DO4lWOUsUU/s72-c/DSCN0979.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503191444330857281.post-1655564012172111681</id><published>2009-10-12T14:48:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T14:56:09.764-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Footy Pajamas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/StOWgV0_FQI/AAAAAAAABWs/dAOyhn01FEo/s1600-h/DSCN0973.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391818661251978498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/StOWgV0_FQI/AAAAAAAABWs/dAOyhn01FEo/s400/DSCN0973.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;MacRae's&lt;/span&gt; favorite things are Footy Pajamas.  He loves to wear them, and has been begging to wear them all summer long.  When we finally told him it was warm enough to get them out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt; he was so excited.  He now hates to get dressed, because he know he has to take them off.  He also like to wear more than one pair per day which makes for a lot of laundry, but is worth it after seeing that big smile on his face.  These cute ones came from Grandma Heather.  he could not get over the fact that they had faces on his feet, and stills laughs at them every time he wears them.  Thanks Grandma We Love You!!!&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/5503191444330857281-1655564012172111681?l=flockhartclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flockhartclan.blogspot.com/feeds/1655564012172111681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5503191444330857281&amp;postID=1655564012172111681' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503191444330857281/posts/default/1655564012172111681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503191444330857281/posts/default/1655564012172111681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flockhartclan.blogspot.com/2009/10/footy-pajamas.html' title='Footy Pajamas'/><author><name>Flockhart Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726146940999043825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/SnBgxbQSEwI/AAAAAAAABPE/qxT29Q1CVTU/S220/P1010029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/StOWgV0_FQI/AAAAAAAABWs/dAOyhn01FEo/s72-c/DSCN0973.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503191444330857281.post-8832474157563614159</id><published>2009-10-10T15:57:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T16:05:27.573-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning To Sew</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;So my cute Mom has been teaching me to sew. I am so proud of myself at the cute things that I have made with her help. She has been an amazing teacher. She has taught me how to thread the machine, wind the bobbin, hem, surge, sew a quilt.  I love the time that we have spent doing these, and I am going to miss her so much.  Don't worry I will have a whole year of projects to think up for us to do while you are gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391094627222910306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/StEEAA4jdWI/AAAAAAAABWc/7k2q4MJjaHg/s400/DSCN0968.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wipes holders that I got the idea from sewing group with my cute neighbors!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391094642685269346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/StEEA6fEVWI/AAAAAAAABWk/OGg8W9OtJzs/s400/FSCN0961.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Quilt for MacRae's New Bed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391094614429004178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/StED_ROP8ZI/AAAAAAAABWU/7qdSDjQgxII/s400/DSCN0967.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Curtains For MacRae's Bathroom!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5503191444330857281-8832474157563614159?l=flockhartclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flockhartclan.blogspot.com/feeds/8832474157563614159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5503191444330857281&amp;postID=8832474157563614159' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503191444330857281/posts/default/8832474157563614159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503191444330857281/posts/default/8832474157563614159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flockhartclan.blogspot.com/2009/10/learning-to-sew.html' title='Learning To Sew'/><author><name>Flockhart Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726146940999043825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/SnBgxbQSEwI/AAAAAAAABPE/qxT29Q1CVTU/S220/P1010029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/StEEAA4jdWI/AAAAAAAABWc/7k2q4MJjaHg/s72-c/DSCN0968.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503191444330857281.post-1632991085492664908</id><published>2009-10-08T15:10:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T15:21:02.165-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Double Ear Infections</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/Ss5W5CvYSxI/AAAAAAAABWM/cjmFaq-1gys/s1600-h/DSCN0971.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390341341997189906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/Ss5W5CvYSxI/AAAAAAAABWM/cjmFaq-1gys/s400/DSCN0971.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Saturday night MacRae woke up in the middle of the night screaming that his ear hurt. He was inconsolable and didn't sleep at all. The next morning he seemed perfectly fine, until I noticed some dried wax by his ear. We then took him to the Dr, and found out that he had a double ear infection. He has never had an ear infection, let alone double ones, or ever been on an antibiotic, and we have been lucky enough to have a very healthy kid.   He was only down for about 2 days, and then was right back to his usual active self.  I am amazed every day how tough of a kid he is.  Besides the diarrhea from the medicine, you would never guess he was sick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5503191444330857281-1632991085492664908?l=flockhartclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flockhartclan.blogspot.com/feeds/1632991085492664908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5503191444330857281&amp;postID=1632991085492664908' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503191444330857281/posts/default/1632991085492664908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503191444330857281/posts/default/1632991085492664908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flockhartclan.blogspot.com/2009/10/double-ear-infections.html' title='Double Ear Infections'/><author><name>Flockhart Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726146940999043825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/SnBgxbQSEwI/AAAAAAAABPE/qxT29Q1CVTU/S220/P1010029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/Ss5W5CvYSxI/AAAAAAAABWM/cjmFaq-1gys/s72-c/DSCN0971.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503191444330857281.post-5529744370537582250</id><published>2009-09-29T21:15:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T21:28:25.449-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Boy Bed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/SsLOesHE2TI/AAAAAAAABWE/O-SEaMwC-rU/s1600-h/DSCN0957.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387095106408941058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/SsLOdQzABgI/AAAAAAAABV0/TbyVbbSgBpE/s400/DSCN0922.JPG" border="0" /&gt;After having to cage MacRae in his crib for the last few months we decided to get him a real bed.  He was so excited to have a "good boy bed" as he calls it.  The first week was a little rough trying to get him to stay in it, and he did fall out a few times.  But he is doing so good now he only gets out when he wakes up.  We debated on getting a twin or full, and finally settled on a full.  I am so happy we did, because I love laying in it with him.  The hard part is every time you go to get out of his bed he asks you to stay and cuddle him.  I am the biggest sucker for those big brown eyes, and I give in every time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/SsLOdynLtPI/AAAAAAAABV8/9b0Yhefo-GI/s1600-h/DSCN0956.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387095115486180594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/SsLOdynLtPI/AAAAAAAABV8/9b0Yhefo-GI/s400/DSCN0956.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/SsLOdQzABgI/AAAAAAAABV0/TbyVbbSgBpE/s1600-h/DSCN0922.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/5503191444330857281-5529744370537582250?l=flockhartclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flockhartclan.blogspot.com/feeds/5529744370537582250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5503191444330857281&amp;postID=5529744370537582250' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503191444330857281/posts/default/5529744370537582250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503191444330857281/posts/default/5529744370537582250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flockhartclan.blogspot.com/2009/09/big-boy-bed.html' title='Big Boy Bed'/><author><name>Flockhart Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726146940999043825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/SnBgxbQSEwI/AAAAAAAABPE/qxT29Q1CVTU/S220/P1010029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/SsLOdQzABgI/AAAAAAAABV0/TbyVbbSgBpE/s72-c/DSCN0922.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503191444330857281.post-1085218734495696994</id><published>2009-09-27T01:48:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T02:13:26.513-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Stephen Michael Tripp</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386051207478924434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 362px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yWOQNkxidIM/Sr8ZCWPYVJI/AAAAAAAABVQ/Z1BLSExm5wI/s400/Baby+Stevie.jpg" border="0" /&gt; This is my sweet little nephew Stephen Micheal Tripp that was born, and died on September 18, 2009.  He is named after my father and brother Stephen, and my other brother Micheal.  My brother's wife Sarah was 37 weeks pregnant with him when he died and was
