<?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-8580789776079310536</id><updated>2012-01-17T15:54:13.142-06:00</updated><category term='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TP74rZArr9I/AAAAAAAABDY/7B3A_OIhfkc/s320/DSC03619.JPG'/><category term='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CyPRyIZL9ww/TbLTJopUc5I/AAAAAAAABK4/EBQKDTsrl4w/s200/IMG_1676.JPG'/><category term='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfhttp://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TM93zVzyE6I/AAAAAAAABBQ/2bSWEshIbj8/s200/DSC03397.JPGM4kI/TM9zqAsXBfI/AAAAAAAABAY/ljbNMM6qWlU/s200/DSC03370.JPG'/><title type='text'>M.E.L.</title><subtitle type='html'>A journal and record of Mallory growing up for our family and friends.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymalpal.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580789776079310536/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymalpal.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580789776079310536/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Mallory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14944140971478672468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qixx6aYd8rI/Tg5CY8a9leI/AAAAAAAABO8/U0GKwxs3jKk/s220/mallory%2Bblog.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>150</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580789776079310536.post-6511221787877264156</id><published>2012-01-17T15:25:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T15:54:13.154-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Swimming Lessons at Wise Swim School</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F9vfKxa0tAE/TxXrFVynmnI/AAAAAAAABmQ/3CXbbtMxm6U/s1600/IMG_4686.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F9vfKxa0tAE/TxXrFVynmnI/AAAAAAAABmQ/3CXbbtMxm6U/s400/IMG_4686.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698719380488559218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thank you &lt;a href="http://farmington.registryinsight.com/"&gt;Community Ed&lt;/a&gt; for the past three years of parent/tot swimming lessons, but we are moving on to bigger and better things.  We have decided to enroll Mallory in swimming lessons at &lt;a href="http://www.wiseswim.com/"&gt;Wise Swim School&lt;/a&gt; in Apple Valley.  Don't get me wrong, CE did a fine job, but Mallory needs to learn how to swim on her own and since CE doesn't offer a non parent/tot class until she is five years old, we had to start looking elsewhere.  Plus the water was sooooo cold.  Mallory is very interested in and not afraid of the water.  Since we spend our summer weekends at Lake Jefferson and summer weekdays in Grandma Dee's pool, it's important to both of us she learns how to swim properly.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;At three years old she is a beginner so she is enrolled in their Mini Dolphin 1 class.  The purpose of this class is to get the kids used to the water, put their face in the water, float and jump into the pool on their own.  There are only three kids including Mallory in her class, so there is &lt;b&gt;A LOT&lt;/b&gt; of one on one time with the instructor.  Mallory has Mrs. Andrea for an instructor and she likes her very much.  Mallory's lessons are Monday mornings, so Christopher and I can both attend to watch.  We are very pleased with the results so far and have nothing but good things to say about Wise Swim School and Mrs. Andrea.  Mallory is already showing great improvement in her abilities to swim on her own.  We are already talking about registering right away for the second winter session to keep up her newly learned skills.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4Oy-EtCPISY/TxXrrnGQSvI/AAAAAAAABmc/u4ff2n58GHg/s200/IMG_4687.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698720037969349362" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px; " /&gt; &lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N0p-ZuGVxPM/TxXrr2qmdUI/AAAAAAAABmk/ktEGDtzVl9A/s200/IMG_4694.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698720042148328770" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-clbvqI6_Zos/TxXrsOvTRiI/AAAAAAAABm0/6dPxU09kGE0/s200/IMG_4700.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698720048610493986" style="cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px; " /&gt; &lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NGilXI-UqPU/TxXrs226-hI/AAAAAAAABnA/hzSY0XmboMA/s200/IMG_4716.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698720059379874322" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;On top of all the skills she is learning, she is having a &lt;b&gt;BLAST&lt;/b&gt;!  She &lt;b&gt;NEVER&lt;/b&gt; smiled like this during our CE lessons.  My guess is because the water is warm at Wise Swim School.  They keeps the pool around 92 degrees, so the water is always comfortable.  We never have trouble getting her to comply with our requests when we are on our way to Wise!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Acg6T3yKP_4/TxXtC1WnOlI/AAAAAAAABnM/nMsAbW5XBHY/s400/IMG_4703.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698721536444676690" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /&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/8580789776079310536-6511221787877264156?l=mymalpal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymalpal.blogspot.com/feeds/6511221787877264156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580789776079310536&amp;postID=6511221787877264156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580789776079310536/posts/default/6511221787877264156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580789776079310536/posts/default/6511221787877264156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymalpal.blogspot.com/2012/01/swimming-lessons-at-wise-swim-school.html' title='Swimming Lessons at Wise Swim School'/><author><name>Mallory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14944140971478672468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qixx6aYd8rI/Tg5CY8a9leI/AAAAAAAABO8/U0GKwxs3jKk/s220/mallory%2Bblog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F9vfKxa0tAE/TxXrFVynmnI/AAAAAAAABmQ/3CXbbtMxm6U/s72-c/IMG_4686.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580789776079310536.post-5568368404935195579</id><published>2012-01-10T20:26:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T21:09:07.865-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mallory's First Dance Recital</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2F9tst2rwJY/Twz5bcumtOI/AAAAAAAABlI/v8e-ttOm7Ok/s1600/IMG_4546.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2F9tst2rwJY/Twz5bcumtOI/AAAAAAAABlI/v8e-ttOm7Ok/s400/IMG_4546.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696201878680286434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The holidays kicked my tail, so please take my apologies for the long gap in between posts.  Before Christmas and New Years blew through this house, leaving a wrapping paper/gooey goodies/candy cane/new toy twist tie/too many leftovers to count debris trail the length of the Nile River in ever room, Mallory had her very first dance recital.  I had mentioned &lt;a href="http://www.mymalpal.blogspot.com/2011/10/just-for-kix.html"&gt;previously&lt;/a&gt; in this blog that Mallory is dancing with&lt;a href="http://www.justforkix.com/"&gt; Just For Kix&lt;/a&gt;.  She just loves dance and had been working really, really hard each week.  I do not consider myself a stage mom by any means, but I do want to see her succeed, so I expect her to pay attention and do well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I was a little concerned about the recital because Mallory has a girl in her class that&lt;i&gt; I &lt;/i&gt;feel is to young to be in the class as she does not always pay attention and only dances when &lt;i&gt;she&lt;/i&gt; wants to.  I have seen this week in and week out at rehearsals, including one night where all she did was run around in circles off to the side.  She happens to stand right next to Mallory and Mallory is sometimes more concerned with what that girl was doing rather than her own performance.  I was worried for no reason.  When it came down to it, Mallory performed perfectly!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Mallory's first recital was held on Saturday, December 17th at the &lt;a href="http://www.rschooltoday.com/se3bin/clientschool.cgi?schoolname=school582"&gt;Robert Boeckman Middle School&lt;/a&gt; in Farmington.  I had every intention of putting a video on here of her first dance recital, but I am not a computer geek and I am having trouble using the right format to get it to download.  I guess pictures will have to do.  Their first song was Magic Tutu and their second was Santa Claus is Coming to Town.  They danced back to back about halfway through the show.  Grandpa and Grandma Hauer were there, along with Grandma Dee, Mallory's Godmother Kelly and her husband Drew.  It was just &lt;b&gt;WONDERFUL&lt;/b&gt; having all that support for Mallory &lt;i&gt;and&lt;/i&gt; Christopher and I.  This was our first dance recital too!  Her audience was not disappointed!  She danced beautifully and didn't miss one step.  I cannot tell you how proud we are of her, it is very hard to put it into words, she did amazing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AU90X7Za2Jo/Twz5-fV48kI/AAAAAAAABlU/8K9OjMNq2vM/s1600/IMG_4583.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AU90X7Za2Jo/Twz5-fV48kI/AAAAAAAABlU/8K9OjMNq2vM/s200/IMG_4583.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696202480677352002" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KHwfUYaJBuo/Twz5-tD586I/AAAAAAAABlg/0Rzy9Yosiu0/s1600/IMG_4584.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KHwfUYaJBuo/Twz5-tD586I/AAAAAAAABlg/0Rzy9Yosiu0/s200/IMG_4584.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696202484360016802" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Mf8Ts2KYaco/Twz5_bU7EII/AAAAAAAABl4/MLQiTz0A7Ms/s1600/IMG_4590.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Mf8Ts2KYaco/Twz5_bU7EII/AAAAAAAABl4/MLQiTz0A7Ms/s200/IMG_4590.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696202496779423874" style="cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-09LhDCaZCAc/Twz5_HJkuoI/AAAAAAAABls/4cB66C1DWMk/s1600/IMG_4586.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-09LhDCaZCAc/Twz5_HJkuoI/AAAAAAAABls/4cB66C1DWMk/s200/IMG_4586.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696202491363113602" style="cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt; I am sorry I have no action shots of her actually dancing.  I was watching Mallory! I did snap this shot showing how much she enjoys Just For Kix!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8UYx7S7H5k0/Twz7oJep8ZI/AAAAAAAABmE/KjtmJyvA_ls/s400/tutu.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696204295874670994" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&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/8580789776079310536-5568368404935195579?l=mymalpal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymalpal.blogspot.com/feeds/5568368404935195579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580789776079310536&amp;postID=5568368404935195579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580789776079310536/posts/default/5568368404935195579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580789776079310536/posts/default/5568368404935195579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymalpal.blogspot.com/2012/01/mallorys-first-dance-recital.html' title='Mallory&apos;s First Dance Recital'/><author><name>Mallory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14944140971478672468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qixx6aYd8rI/Tg5CY8a9leI/AAAAAAAABO8/U0GKwxs3jKk/s220/mallory%2Bblog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2F9tst2rwJY/Twz5bcumtOI/AAAAAAAABlI/v8e-ttOm7Ok/s72-c/IMG_4546.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580789776079310536.post-7650984843361864109</id><published>2011-12-07T15:45:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T19:21:35.645-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Gymnastics 3.0</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N4f4QEJGdMY/TuVWMNZFJsI/AAAAAAAABk8/rYZDM9S7vWU/s1600/IMG_4524.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N4f4QEJGdMY/TuVWMNZFJsI/AAAAAAAABk8/rYZDM9S7vWU/s400/IMG_4524.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685044872378394306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;It's winter time, so for Mallory that means indoor events that will help her burn some of that energy of hers!  We plan on enrolling her in swimming lessons after the new year so she's taking her Gymnastics classes now.  Because she is three years old, she no longer needs a parental escort in her class.  She gets to do all of it on her own.  That is bittersweet for obvious reasons.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.farmingtonce.com/insight/registry/classlist.asp?catID=887"&gt;Twist-N-Tumble&lt;/a&gt; has a new policy this year in which the parents are not allowed in the gym to watch their children.  The &lt;a href="http://farmington.registryinsight.com/"&gt;Community Education &lt;/a&gt;director along with the Twist-N-Tumble director came to the conclusion the parents were too much of a distraction to their children.  The evening classes are in session while the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Farmington&lt;/span&gt; High School JV and Varsity gymnastics teams are practicing.  Apparently last season there were a few kids that ran across the floor to get their parents attention, putting themselves and the high school gymnasts in danger.  At first Christopher and I were upset since there is no real gymnastics competition for Mallory's age group, nor do they put on any type of show.  When were we going to be able to see our daughter perform all the skills she is learning?  It all worked out in the end, since Mallory's class is held on Wednesday mornings, she was not going to be in the gym at the same time as the high school gymnasts.  There were five other kids in her class, so that made for a small group of parents/guardians waiting in the lobby.  Because of that, we were able to peek in the gym door from time to time to watch.  Also last week they allowed us into the gym for "parents week" which gave us the opportunity to see Mallory bouncing all over the place!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w--eVuHoHrM/TuVVa5YlxaI/AAAAAAAABj0/tsQf4TLyqnE/s1600/IMG_4487.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w--eVuHoHrM/TuVVa5YlxaI/AAAAAAAABj0/tsQf4TLyqnE/s200/IMG_4487.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685044025194038690" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zmmd_If1VLc/TuVVb51i28I/AAAAAAAABkM/wHOZfFceOJA/s1600/IMG_4499.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zmmd_If1VLc/TuVVb51i28I/AAAAAAAABkM/wHOZfFceOJA/s200/IMG_4499.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685044042495351746" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7dfm9-DNnqE/TuVVcBryl6I/AAAAAAAABkU/nnb20DEEqPk/s1600/IMG_4502.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7dfm9-DNnqE/TuVVcBryl6I/AAAAAAAABkU/nnb20DEEqPk/s200/IMG_4502.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685044044601923490" style="cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_wXIj4Do_c4/TuVVbPg5_JI/AAAAAAAABkA/hperMHobYzk/s1600/IMG_4491.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_wXIj4Do_c4/TuVVbPg5_JI/AAAAAAAABkA/hperMHobYzk/s200/IMG_4491.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685044031134497938" style="cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);  font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's incredible how much her tumbling skills have improved in one year.  Not only does her age make a big difference, removing the element of the comfort of her parents being by her side has made her much more independent and more likely to follow instructions.  One of the apparatuses  she simply would NOT do last year was the high bar.  This year, she's jumping up to grab onto it all on her own and spinning around it with the help of her instructor.  We are so proud of her!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);  font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_eG7ISEpE_w/TuVWBbOQ1JI/AAAAAAAABkk/2EFba6LSKKs/s1600/IMG_4515.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_eG7ISEpE_w/TuVWBbOQ1JI/AAAAAAAABkk/2EFba6LSKKs/s200/IMG_4515.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685044687112557714" style="cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-icp0SUXVeXo/TuVWBoSFuCI/AAAAAAAABkw/t1iUcCO4Euk/s1600/IMG_4519.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-icp0SUXVeXo/TuVWBoSFuCI/AAAAAAAABkw/t1iUcCO4Euk/s200/IMG_4519.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685044690618267682" style="cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;This session has simply flown by.  She only has one week left.  Thank goodness Christmas is right around the corner, it will give her something to focus on.  I remember last year when gymnastics was over she was seriously bummed out.  We are so excited to see where this interest will lead in her life!   &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/8580789776079310536-7650984843361864109?l=mymalpal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymalpal.blogspot.com/feeds/7650984843361864109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580789776079310536&amp;postID=7650984843361864109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580789776079310536/posts/default/7650984843361864109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580789776079310536/posts/default/7650984843361864109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymalpal.blogspot.com/2011/12/gymnastics-30.html' title='Gymnastics 3.0'/><author><name>Mallory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14944140971478672468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qixx6aYd8rI/Tg5CY8a9leI/AAAAAAAABO8/U0GKwxs3jKk/s220/mallory%2Bblog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N4f4QEJGdMY/TuVWMNZFJsI/AAAAAAAABk8/rYZDM9S7vWU/s72-c/IMG_4524.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580789776079310536.post-3875611416391825586</id><published>2011-12-03T13:41:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T15:00:58.794-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My good friends and the Holidazzle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;This summer we spent almost every weekend at mom and dad's cabin on Lake Jefferson.  One of the "cabin neighbors" as we like to call them, live there full time.  They are The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Morsching's&lt;/span&gt; and we just love them.  This summer we became pretty good friends with them, mostly because their two daughters, Bailey and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Anika&lt;/span&gt;, take such good care of Mallory and are always willing to play with her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;We figured this year we should make a grand effort to see them more than just during the summer months.  In conversation we learned they had never seen the Twin Cities &lt;a href="http://www.holidazzle.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Holidazzle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Parade, so we made early plans to attend with them Thanksgiving weekend.  There was a little weather scare, but what was supposed to bring icy roads and some snow, stayed far enough south to not be a problem for The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Morsching's&lt;/span&gt; to head up to the metro area.  We were so excited to have them over, especially Mallory.  She just adores Bailey and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Anika&lt;/span&gt;, not to forget Steve and Kim.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;They arrived bearing a gift.  Well, a big gift for Mallory.  Bailey and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Anika&lt;/span&gt; knew that Mallory loves "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;newicorns&lt;/span&gt;", so they made her one! It's cut from cardboard and painted, complete with a sign that says "Mallory's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Newicorn&lt;/span&gt;"!  What a special treat for Mallory!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"   &gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nhkNe40QO-E/TtqBtkar8OI/AAAAAAAABjE/er7F08W_sKU/s320/mail.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681996499751006434" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;When I got home from work, the girls were playing Dora dominoes and the adults were able to converse for a little while.  Pretty soon we were bundling up and heading to the light rail park and ride in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Bloomington&lt;/span&gt;.  Mallory loves to ride the train but she was extra excited this time to have friends with her.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Anika&lt;/span&gt; let her sit on her lap and look out the window the entire ride up to Minneapolis and the entire ride back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"   &gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6ruhl1VoAxE/TtqD_hr_AgI/AAAAAAAABjQ/xUL8rOJP328/s320/380144_10150404875604132_519859131_8650178_1078205207_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681999007279153666" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"   &gt;We had a great time watching the parade! The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Morsching's&lt;/span&gt; were very pleased with the content.  We have seen the parade so many times, it was fun for us to see someone else taking it in for the first time.  It was special for all of us!  It's a good thing the parade is only about 30 minutes long because it was COLD and WINDY!  Not as cold as some years past, but still frozen fingertip cold.  I snapped a picture of all of us together, and while I thought it was a very nice picture, Bailey said it wasn't the&lt;i&gt; best&lt;/i&gt; picture because I wasn't in it.  So, she got her creative juices flowing and came up with a better picture of the whole group.  I gotta hand it to her, she did a fine job and I LOVE my hat!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g_gyT2n-P88/TtqI2WTGNzI/AAAAAAAABjc/3Br8aO1TnuY/s1600/IMG_4436.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g_gyT2n-P88/TtqI2WTGNzI/AAAAAAAABjc/3Br8aO1TnuY/s200/IMG_4436.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682004347161294642" style="cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QyG__SQxz6c/TtqI2WnBCvI/AAAAAAAABjo/5vbhYfCO3xk/s1600/viewer.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QyG__SQxz6c/TtqI2WnBCvI/AAAAAAAABjo/5vbhYfCO3xk/s200/viewer.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682004347244841714" style="cursor: pointer; width: 193px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;After the parade and train ride back, we decided to head to&lt;a href="http://www.olepiper.com/"&gt; Ole Piper&lt;/a&gt; for dinner.  Another first for The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Morsching's&lt;/span&gt;.  Once we were all settled at the table, I took a look around and felt an overwhelming feeling of happiness. We are so blessed to have met this wonderful family and to currently have them in our lives.  Mallory just adores each and every one of them and was so sad when they left our house that evening.  She actually hid behind the couch so she wouldn't have to say goodbye.  I can't thank the girls enough for the "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;newicorn&lt;/span&gt;".  What a sweet thing to make for little Mallory.  I know they will read this post, so I am saying this loud and proud....THANK YOU to The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Morsching's&lt;/span&gt; for their continued friendship and presence in our lives.  We look forward to every encounter and sincerely hope there are many, many more!  &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/8580789776079310536-3875611416391825586?l=mymalpal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymalpal.blogspot.com/feeds/3875611416391825586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580789776079310536&amp;postID=3875611416391825586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580789776079310536/posts/default/3875611416391825586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580789776079310536/posts/default/3875611416391825586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymalpal.blogspot.com/2011/12/my-good-friends-and-holidazzle.html' title='My good friends and the Holidazzle'/><author><name>Mallory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14944140971478672468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qixx6aYd8rI/Tg5CY8a9leI/AAAAAAAABO8/U0GKwxs3jKk/s220/mallory%2Bblog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nhkNe40QO-E/TtqBtkar8OI/AAAAAAAABjE/er7F08W_sKU/s72-c/mail.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580789776079310536.post-1128946059535242134</id><published>2011-11-20T17:08:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T18:09:53.590-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Frosty the Snowman</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Most of you already know, we got various amounts of snow yesterday, here in the Twin Cities metro area.  In Farmington we got around two inches of snow.  Mallory was super excited to watch the flakes fall and after nap time, she was begging to go outside and play in the snow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;We bundled up and headed out.  She was frolicing around our front yard, back yard, into the street and up and down the driveway.  She was very excited to be out playing in the snow!  We were out playing for quite a while when Mallory suggested we build a snowman.  The snow was not sticky enough to roll the body of snowman, so Christopher grabbed a shovel and made a snow pile which we turned into the best snowman we could.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AWpAYVuz2Nc/TsmL7MwySSI/AAAAAAAABh8/OrUIWjkqoYc/s1600/IMG_4394.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AWpAYVuz2Nc/TsmL7MwySSI/AAAAAAAABh8/OrUIWjkqoYc/s200/IMG_4394.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677222654431611170" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OZTncIkd0kY/TsmL7QYX6GI/AAAAAAAABiI/6vWdu9U3pfg/s1600/IMG_4398.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OZTncIkd0kY/TsmL7QYX6GI/AAAAAAAABiI/6vWdu9U3pfg/s200/IMG_4398.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677222655402960994" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rxDi9d0ciIM/TsmL7m3PuyI/AAAAAAAABiU/WB_J6SjuG54/s1600/IMG_4403.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rxDi9d0ciIM/TsmL7m3PuyI/AAAAAAAABiU/WB_J6SjuG54/s200/IMG_4403.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677222661438028578" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MF8KKP5Gt9c/TsmL7xnIEZI/AAAAAAAABig/0Kx9PiH0SKc/s1600/IMG_4404.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MF8KKP5Gt9c/TsmL7xnIEZI/AAAAAAAABig/0Kx9PiH0SKc/s200/IMG_4404.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677222664323207570" style="cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"   &gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Gfgw1C2wMDM/TsmMbbEBksI/AAAAAAAABis/T2TKijYQQkE/s320/IMG_4405.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677223208026215106" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"   &gt;We were finally able to use the very cool snowman in a sack kit that Molly Wengler gave me so many, many years ago.  I was digging around in the snow for two sticks, some rocks and something for a nose when it dawned on me I had this kit.  It worked perfectly and made Mallory's first snowman a&lt;b&gt; SUPER&lt;/b&gt; one!  We asked her what she wanted to name it and she promptly said "Frosty".  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"   &gt;When the sun rose this morning and Mallory woke up, she said instantly that she wanted to go outside and play in the snow.  It was a bit colder outside this morning, so we put on one more layer than last night and out we went.  She checked on Frosty first thing and then headed for the back yard where we had a lot of fun tracking the bunny rabbit that lives under our shed!  We rode the sled down our driveway several times, and "skated" a little on the icy street.  My toes started to get really cold, so I headed in to warm up but Christopher and Mallory stayed outside for a bit longer.  I am starting to think we have a cold weather girl!  She never complained once of being cold or bored.  She was having so much fun just running and jumping into the snow.  Both last night and this morning she was bummed to have to come inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"   &gt;If this is how our winter is going to go, it will be so much better than last year.  If Mallory is up for a little time outside in the snow on a regular basis, cabin fever will not make a presence at our house!  Look at how happy she is.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CZgrVpuHnBk/TsmUbVfj96I/AAAAAAAABi4/t368BrRiE8M/s1600/IMG_4406.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CZgrVpuHnBk/TsmUbVfj96I/AAAAAAAABi4/t368BrRiE8M/s400/IMG_4406.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677232002624124834" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&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/8580789776079310536-1128946059535242134?l=mymalpal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymalpal.blogspot.com/feeds/1128946059535242134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580789776079310536&amp;postID=1128946059535242134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580789776079310536/posts/default/1128946059535242134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580789776079310536/posts/default/1128946059535242134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymalpal.blogspot.com/2011/11/frosty-snowman.html' title='Frosty the Snowman'/><author><name>Mallory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14944140971478672468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qixx6aYd8rI/Tg5CY8a9leI/AAAAAAAABO8/U0GKwxs3jKk/s220/mallory%2Bblog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AWpAYVuz2Nc/TsmL7MwySSI/AAAAAAAABh8/OrUIWjkqoYc/s72-c/IMG_4394.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580789776079310536.post-8998582772826268927</id><published>2011-11-01T13:35:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T14:41:32.348-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloweekend!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Halloween 2011 started for Mallory this past Friday evening.  After I got off of work, picked her up from Grandma Dee's, we headed for the Farmington ECFE Halloween Walk.  This is the third year we have hit up this free, local event.  It was really nice to see all the local business out advertising and learning there are several new businesses opening up this holiday season in downtown Farmington!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"  &gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B58RqLBWC3w/TrBCtxmswxI/AAAAAAAABec/YVBV__hM2qo/s320/IMG_4315.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670105285036655378" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;On Saturday we headed to &lt;a href="http://www.stmichael-farmington.org/"&gt;St. Michael's&lt;/a&gt; in Farmington for their annual kids Halloween Party.  Once again Mallory made a bunch of crafts, decorated a cookie (or three) and then took part in a scavenger hunt.  The older kids in the parish usually run the show and they did a dynamite job again this year! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j0vFUpNv7XM/TrBGYX34PmI/AAAAAAAABeo/joUBMLK4g4w/s1600/IMG_4317.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j0vFUpNv7XM/TrBGYX34PmI/AAAAAAAABeo/joUBMLK4g4w/s200/IMG_4317.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670109315398647394" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5z5aSHS_azI/TrBGYuaKgJI/AAAAAAAABe0/ootwr6WRiVg/s1600/IMG_4323.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5z5aSHS_azI/TrBGYuaKgJI/AAAAAAAABe0/ootwr6WRiVg/s200/IMG_4323.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670109321448030354" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;We were fortunate enough to have been invited to a kid friendly Halloween party at my friend Rachel's house, here in Farmington.  Once we were done at St.Michael's, we headed to Dulcimer Court for more family fun!  Rachel had a&lt;b&gt; GREAT&lt;/b&gt; party!  The kids played and played and played with one another.  They decorated pumpkins, made small goodie bags, and just had a great time running around with one another.  We were so proud of Mallory to have been as well behaved as she was this evening.  Not only was she the perfect guest kid, she was the last one standing.  When we left just after 11:00PM, everyone elses kids were asleep!  That's my girl!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wU0ar52tVMI/TrBG_JCVKlI/AAAAAAAABfA/5xHe__YDVIw/s320/Halloween%2B1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670109981430852178" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0EgKVJBDyUE/TrBHU8utjjI/AAAAAAAABfM/e4yHZuqo_Q4/s1600/IMG_4326.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0EgKVJBDyUE/TrBHU8utjjI/AAAAAAAABfM/e4yHZuqo_Q4/s200/IMG_4326.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670110356084461106" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vf3x7aQ-FuU/TrBHVJ05Y9I/AAAAAAAABfY/8mpdOfhWHr0/s1600/IMG_4337.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vf3x7aQ-FuU/TrBHVJ05Y9I/AAAAAAAABfY/8mpdOfhWHr0/s200/IMG_4337.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670110359600063442" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Thank goodness we were able to take Sunday off.  We were all getting a little "halloweened" out.  We did manage to carve our pumpkins however.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"  &gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PeSKSPR1qcY/TrBH03bAuMI/AAAAAAAABfk/xUpfQtXY9nQ/s320/IMG_4347.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670110904415467714" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Come Monday though, Mallory was ready to be back at it!  We spent the day getting the house ready for trick or treaters and to go out with the neighborhood kids for trick or treats later on.  Grandma Dee and her friend Esmae also stopped by with a special Halloween treat!  Mallory's new fuzzy friend is "Spooky" the beanie baby ghost! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"  &gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xh95-HkEAvs/TrBJB75kSTI/AAAAAAAABf8/pf3gEen45d0/s320/IMG_4345.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670112228467296562" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;  We had a flurry of kids trick or treating right after dinner and when Christopher got home from work, we headed out!  We went as a group with our next door neighbors, The Stovall's and around the corner neighbors The Williams'.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"  &gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n5pACYZb5zw/TrBIQjY-FOI/AAAAAAAABfw/ERZLnGsn16Q/s320/IMG_4357.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670111380074534114" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;The kids did great, had wonderful manners the entire night, always saying "Trick or Treat" loud and clear and never forgetting a thank you.  Even though we were only out about 1.5 hours, only went up about three blocks and then came back down, we had a lot of fun watching our babies trick or treat with each other, compare the candy they got and having some adult conversations with their parents on the way.  We are so blessed to live in such a great neighborhood with such great neighbors who are becoming good friends.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nacxKoVZSss/TrBKImNbUSI/AAAAAAAABgI/9M23-uOotiQ/s320/IMG_4372.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670113442415726882" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mallory had a &lt;b&gt;VERY&lt;/b&gt; fun weekend and was sad to realize it was over this morning.  She brought home just as much candy as we handed out!  The bowl is still full!  I am so happy we are able to have all the opportunities we have for Mallory to partake in such fun and safe events.  Our local community of Farmington has never let us down and continues to come up with more and more holiday activities for us to partake in as a family.  It's hard to believe November 1st is already here and Christmas is just around the corner!  We're ready tho, and the break until Thanksgiving will be nice, this weekend wore us out!!!!!&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/8580789776079310536-8998582772826268927?l=mymalpal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymalpal.blogspot.com/feeds/8998582772826268927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580789776079310536&amp;postID=8998582772826268927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580789776079310536/posts/default/8998582772826268927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580789776079310536/posts/default/8998582772826268927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymalpal.blogspot.com/2011/11/halloweekend.html' title='Halloweekend!'/><author><name>Mallory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14944140971478672468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qixx6aYd8rI/Tg5CY8a9leI/AAAAAAAABO8/U0GKwxs3jKk/s220/mallory%2Bblog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B58RqLBWC3w/TrBCtxmswxI/AAAAAAAABec/YVBV__hM2qo/s72-c/IMG_4315.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580789776079310536.post-8331852246885266554</id><published>2011-10-31T09:00:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T09:03:03.429-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Today is Halloween!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: georgia; font-size: x-large; "&gt;HAPPY HALLOWEEN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: georgia; font-size: x-large; "&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QF91KjHW6_E/Tq6qStaB2cI/AAAAAAAABeQ/tdNAVpAULvQ/s400/IMG_4314.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669656219309169090" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;LOVE, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;MALLORY&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/8580789776079310536-8331852246885266554?l=mymalpal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymalpal.blogspot.com/feeds/8331852246885266554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580789776079310536&amp;postID=8331852246885266554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580789776079310536/posts/default/8331852246885266554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580789776079310536/posts/default/8331852246885266554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymalpal.blogspot.com/2011/10/today-is-halloween.html' title='Today is Halloween!'/><author><name>Mallory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14944140971478672468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qixx6aYd8rI/Tg5CY8a9leI/AAAAAAAABO8/U0GKwxs3jKk/s220/mallory%2Bblog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QF91KjHW6_E/Tq6qStaB2cI/AAAAAAAABeQ/tdNAVpAULvQ/s72-c/IMG_4314.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580789776079310536.post-7035700657589322382</id><published>2011-10-19T13:56:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T14:14:42.859-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dentist</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;Mallory went to the dentist for the first time this morning.  As usual she handled it just fine and did great!  I wasn't at all worried as Mallory has taken all of these milestones in her life with ease.  She has also been begging us to go to the dentist.  We are so proud of her and her ability to adjust to any situation.  She was very well behaved for the dentist, listened intently, was very patient and calm.  She was also very excited to be there for the first time, but held in her excitement so she could pay close attention to the dentist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#006600;"   &gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-06n7g1ZUhJo/Tp8eU_WWfhI/AAAAAAAABdg/ioZ90dFky2Q/s320/IMG_4285.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665280202206772754" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vp8OL_MR2RI/Tp8fLQVBI_I/AAAAAAAABds/L_ASQZWfL0g/s1600/IMG_4292.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vp8OL_MR2RI/Tp8fLQVBI_I/AAAAAAAABds/L_ASQZWfL0g/s200/IMG_4292.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665281134477517810" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tKrVQrU2hzc/Tp8fLit_h_I/AAAAAAAABd8/wvHqMDgh-20/s1600/IMG_4290.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tKrVQrU2hzc/Tp8fLit_h_I/AAAAAAAABd8/wvHqMDgh-20/s200/IMG_4290.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665281139414108146" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;After the dentist worked her magic, Mallory's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hygienist&lt;/span&gt; explained to her the whole toothbrush, toothpaste, floss requirements and we were ready to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I8bpK1YDVqg/Tp8gKU5OtmI/AAAAAAAABeE/WnLFvUQXWug/s320/IMG_4287.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665282218034902626" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;It was quick, painless and fun!  I know not all of her dentist appointments will be this easy, but this was a good start, and we'll go with it.  We are so blessed she was so excited to go and not at all afraid. She sure makes it easy to be happy parents!  I have to thank &lt;a href="http://www.healthpartners.com/locator/HPClinics/specialty/location/detail.do?locationId=1283"&gt;Health Partners &lt;/a&gt;for being so good with Mallory and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;accommodating&lt;/span&gt; in general.  We are very pleased! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580789776079310536-7035700657589322382?l=mymalpal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymalpal.blogspot.com/feeds/7035700657589322382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580789776079310536&amp;postID=7035700657589322382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580789776079310536/posts/default/7035700657589322382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580789776079310536/posts/default/7035700657589322382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymalpal.blogspot.com/2011/10/dentist.html' title='The Dentist'/><author><name>Mallory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14944140971478672468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qixx6aYd8rI/Tg5CY8a9leI/AAAAAAAABO8/U0GKwxs3jKk/s220/mallory%2Bblog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-06n7g1ZUhJo/Tp8eU_WWfhI/AAAAAAAABdg/ioZ90dFky2Q/s72-c/IMG_4285.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580789776079310536.post-621320222271402466</id><published>2011-10-13T06:32:00.014-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T18:30:07.404-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pumpkin Patch</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;For the third year in a row, we headed to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bartenpumpkins.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Barten's Pumpkins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt; We just love that place &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;and this year was no different in terms of how much fun we had. It was actually a little better this year, warm with lots of sunshine. Makes for easy pumpkin picking!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v0Tbuf9awp8/TptLenQsDAI/AAAAAAAABdU/Yt9clK6_lY0/s320/IMG_20111001_114639.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664203945655667714" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;The first thing we did when we arrived was get in line for the free face painting. Ever since our trip to &lt;a href="http://mymalpal.blogspot.com/2011/09/canterbury-park.html"&gt;Canterbury Park&lt;/a&gt;, Mallory just loves the idea of getting her face painted. Today's choice was a spider....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);   font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underlinefont-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662939229430618562" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wXTPY5FIg74/TpbNOcLWGcI/AAAAAAAABcw/aUv9lugkTIw/s320/IMG_20111001_113911.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:130%;" &gt;Next was a free pony ride. The line had been quite long, but for whatever reason, when we headed over to the pony rides, there was only a two kid wait. What a treat! Here is a video of the ride....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-e218944f23eba453" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De218944f23eba453%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330099105%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4D8B5B88DA84A45E63B2442516686DB9C85C5680.4D4C892B84AFEB8D0B7D189F8BE808FA42E5DD7A%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De218944f23eba453%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DlqPHkbNd4e_EksMprJejk2WTE48&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De218944f23eba453%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330099105%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4D8B5B88DA84A45E63B2442516686DB9C85C5680.4D4C892B84AFEB8D0B7D189F8BE808FA42E5DD7A%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De218944f23eba453%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DlqPHkbNd4e_EksMprJejk2WTE48&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(255, 153, 0);  font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Mallory also challenged herself to a gunny sack race. I wasn't sure how she was going to do since the gunny sack was taller than she was, but she did great! Here is a little video and while I understand she falls at the end, this was actually her &lt;strong&gt;SECOND &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(255, 153, 0);  font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;time up and down this hill in which she must have wore herself out and finally collapsed. HA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-95eec241f887c480" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D95eec241f887c480%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330099105%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D9A502912E7AC298F2B2D9560D68B8E0BCD914E5.63745F055AF6F9AAC7E7552796BDA5F6AC6B1B5C%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D95eec241f887c480%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Df9FBST7uG8V2ydiQx-yYCaVTFO4&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D95eec241f887c480%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330099105%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D9A502912E7AC298F2B2D9560D68B8E0BCD914E5.63745F055AF6F9AAC7E7552796BDA5F6AC6B1B5C%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D95eec241f887c480%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Df9FBST7uG8V2ydiQx-yYCaVTFO4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);  font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);  font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Barten's is such a family friendly place, totally geared for kids. Throughout the patch they have little areas set up for children to play. As you can see, they built a little play house, a nice backdrop for a fall photo opportunity, pumpkin bowling, bean bag toss and well, I let her tell you the last one herself...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vB_MQALn_uU/TptKvLUwU9I/AAAAAAAABc8/lPAC6GuYD1A/s1600/IMG_20111001_120925.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vB_MQALn_uU/TptKvLUwU9I/AAAAAAAABc8/lPAC6GuYD1A/s200/IMG_20111001_120925.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664203130702681042" style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gHsuAFFFxGY/TptKvVy79ZI/AAAAAAAABdI/1Ko91g4aBuY/s1600/IMG_20111001_115636.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gHsuAFFFxGY/TptKvVy79ZI/AAAAAAAABdI/1Ko91g4aBuY/s200/IMG_20111001_115636.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664203133513627026" style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-764ab056988c1b2e" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D764ab056988c1b2e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330099105%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1EDDE3A8D34C516B954874D56EB2AF9F2905215B.3B752DC52CDA1E23EABAA18350208D3ECA63A756%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D764ab056988c1b2e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DNzOSnHkOOwNVE78roBX1dYuqRRQ&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D764ab056988c1b2e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330099105%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1EDDE3A8D34C516B954874D56EB2AF9F2905215B.3B752DC52CDA1E23EABAA18350208D3ECA63A756%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D764ab056988c1b2e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DNzOSnHkOOwNVE78roBX1dYuqRRQ&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);   font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;We ended the day (about 1.5 hours total) with a hay ride around the field where the pumpkins grow. We had a great time just relaxing after all that walking, even though the ride was kind of bumpy. Mallory really enjoyed telling me why all the pumpkin misfits were left behind. Like "that one is covered in pumpkin bugs" and "that one lost it's head!" We just love Barten's Pumpkins and all the joy it brings us. Simple, relaxing, &lt;strong&gt;FREE &lt;/strong&gt;family fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/8580789776079310536-621320222271402466?l=mymalpal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymalpal.blogspot.com/feeds/621320222271402466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580789776079310536&amp;postID=621320222271402466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580789776079310536/posts/default/621320222271402466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580789776079310536/posts/default/621320222271402466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymalpal.blogspot.com/2011/10/pumpkin-patch.html' title='The Pumpkin Patch'/><author><name>Mallory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14944140971478672468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qixx6aYd8rI/Tg5CY8a9leI/AAAAAAAABO8/U0GKwxs3jKk/s220/mallory%2Bblog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v0Tbuf9awp8/TptLenQsDAI/AAAAAAAABdU/Yt9clK6_lY0/s72-c/IMG_20111001_114639.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580789776079310536.post-4519128138860038254</id><published>2011-10-10T22:11:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T22:30:06.494-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just For Kix</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'courier new';font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;Now that Mallory is three years old, we decided to enroll her in dance.  She's been asking for a while now, so we started doing our research and learned that most programs do not have a class for toddlers under three, unless you wanted to do a parent/child class.  While Mallory was in &lt;a href="http://www.farmingtonce.com/insight/registry/classlist.asp?catID=887"&gt;Twist-N-Tumble&lt;/a&gt; gymnastics, some of the other mom's were telling me about &lt;a href="http://www.justforkix.com/"&gt;Just For Kix&lt;/a&gt;.  I started comparing Just For Kix to several other local studios and found they were a little more in our budget, and closer to home.  They are a statewide company, but have local classes in Farmington, so I was excited about that.  I have also come to learn Mallory's Godmother Kelly also went to Just For Kix when she was a little girl, so that made it an easy choice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'courier new';font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-family:'courier new';font-size:180%;color:#993399;" &gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YlbZs3y4PCQ/TpO1FP7y4SI/AAAAAAAABb0/MxDgWZBZviA/s320/IMG_20110920_174119_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662068258316149026" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'courier new';font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;She has one 30 minute class each Tuesday evening.  They start &lt;b&gt;RIGHT&lt;/b&gt; on time and then for the last five minutes, us parents are allowed in to watch their progress.  So far, I've cried every week.  She is doing so well and is having so much fun, it's just overwhelming to see her so happy.   To top it off, her friend Kallie from school is in the same class!  The program is eight months long with December and April being performance months.  Mallory will have her first official dance recital on December 17th.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'courier new';font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'courier new';font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;Here are some picture from her first night of dance.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'courier new';font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3t8scUzXQSg/TpO3G6cp1SI/AAAAAAAABcY/Xf9STITgnUE/s1600/IMG_3764.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3t8scUzXQSg/TpO3G6cp1SI/AAAAAAAABcY/Xf9STITgnUE/s200/IMG_3764.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662070485931382050" style="cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4xScKZF2QOM/TpO3HmLg3TI/AAAAAAAABck/yaRYozxOBak/s1600/IMG_3766.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4xScKZF2QOM/TpO3HmLg3TI/AAAAAAAABck/yaRYozxOBak/s200/IMG_3766.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662070497670651186" style="cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'courier new';font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BWmTjOZDkPQ/TpO3FlDMn_I/AAAAAAAABcQ/mk4wWLYBSNk/s1600/IMG_3762.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BWmTjOZDkPQ/TpO3FlDMn_I/AAAAAAAABcQ/mk4wWLYBSNk/s200/IMG_3762.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662070463007596530" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-feBvXQynaV0/TpO3FHiYKcI/AAAAAAAABcA/dHXAWQ4IdJI/s1600/IMG_3776.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-feBvXQynaV0/TpO3FHiYKcI/AAAAAAAABcA/dHXAWQ4IdJI/s200/IMG_3776.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662070455085312450" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);   font-family:'courier new';font-size:180%;" &gt;We never have any issues going to or from dance, she just loves each and every moment of it.  Even practicing at home.  Be sure to check back around Christmas time for some video of her first ever recital!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580789776079310536-4519128138860038254?l=mymalpal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymalpal.blogspot.com/feeds/4519128138860038254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580789776079310536&amp;postID=4519128138860038254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580789776079310536/posts/default/4519128138860038254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580789776079310536/posts/default/4519128138860038254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymalpal.blogspot.com/2011/10/just-for-kix.html' title='Just For Kix'/><author><name>Mallory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14944140971478672468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qixx6aYd8rI/Tg5CY8a9leI/AAAAAAAABO8/U0GKwxs3jKk/s220/mallory%2Bblog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YlbZs3y4PCQ/TpO1FP7y4SI/AAAAAAAABb0/MxDgWZBZviA/s72-c/IMG_20110920_174119_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580789776079310536.post-2585753025941021081</id><published>2011-09-27T20:18:00.015-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T21:33:06.988-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Alexandria</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;One of my friends I used to work with at BPD was getting married in Alexandria, MN on Saturday, September 10th.  It was a great opportunity to kill two birds with one stone as Christopher's Aunt Deb and Uncle Mike live in Alexandria.  They were so kind to have us as guests in their home, so we were able to spend some much needed time with family &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;AND&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; attend Courtney and Andy's wedding!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;We arrived late on Friday night, after a pit stop in Rogers for some fancy dinner at McDonald's.  Mallory was super excited to learn her Godmother Kelly and her husband Drew were also going to be there for the weekend.  Kelly is Aunt Deb and Uncle Mike's daughter.  We hung out for a little while on Friday night, catching up and then it was off to bed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Saturday morning we started off doing one of the touristy things in Alex.  We talked about going to the &lt;a href="http://www.runestonemuseum.org/"&gt;Runestone Museum&lt;/a&gt;, but learned there was a replica Runestone just down the street from where Aunt Deb and Uncle Mike lived.  We chose to go to the replica to save time and money.  The museum had a cost and the replica was &lt;b&gt;FREE&lt;/b&gt;!  The replica Runestone sits in a little roadside park with a pretty, little flower garden, a couple of benches and a docking stone.  We spent about an hour there, checking everything out, including a spider amongst the flowers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"  &gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AzL8k8hwQdA/ToJ4wceiRzI/AAAAAAAABZk/uySZmpl9NXg/s320/IMG_3548.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657216855604086578" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NOJxMHxVU6o/ToJ6bzKUyHI/AAAAAAAABZ0/ViJyLbDcBzU/s1600/IMG_3545.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NOJxMHxVU6o/ToJ6bzKUyHI/AAAAAAAABZ0/ViJyLbDcBzU/s200/IMG_3545.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657218699939334258" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F9zjdz7xhMg/ToJ6bGQG7JI/AAAAAAAABZs/P9RjDJTrOBQ/s1600/IMG_3543.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F9zjdz7xhMg/ToJ6bGQG7JI/AAAAAAAABZs/P9RjDJTrOBQ/s200/IMG_3543.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657218687883996306" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tvEEJG_esbM/ToJ6cYhbIDI/AAAAAAAABZ8/AbN-2XUN7Wo/s1600/IMG_3558.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tvEEJG_esbM/ToJ6cYhbIDI/AAAAAAAABZ8/AbN-2XUN7Wo/s200/IMG_3558.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657218709968330802" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lPRQoEgjq3E/ToJ6cyJDOoI/AAAAAAAABaE/TlD2eLYKzDw/s1600/IMG_3565.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lPRQoEgjq3E/ToJ6cyJDOoI/AAAAAAAABaE/TlD2eLYKzDw/s200/IMG_3565.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657218716845423234" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Uncle Mike has a boat and since they live on one of the largest chain of lakes in the state, we hit the water next.  We launched on Lake Le Homme Dieu, took a spin around that lake, saw a bunch of &lt;b&gt;BEAUTIFUL &lt;/b&gt;homes and then headed through the channel to Lake Carlos.  Took a spin around that lake and then it was time to head in, since Christopher and I needed to get ready for the wedding that evening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&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="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RwmT3X-hzBs/ToJ8RZEcDpI/AAAAAAAABaM/_TlW5KfA3cY/s1600/IMG_3599.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RwmT3X-hzBs/ToJ8RZEcDpI/AAAAAAAABaM/_TlW5KfA3cY/s200/IMG_3599.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657220720159886994" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-POFUQ5x4k30/ToJ8RiHO7qI/AAAAAAAABaU/s-BO_lDOVas/s1600/IMG_3608.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-POFUQ5x4k30/ToJ8RiHO7qI/AAAAAAAABaU/s-BO_lDOVas/s200/IMG_3608.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657220722587528866" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tLGSsHQdhmk/ToJ8SKO5h8I/AAAAAAAABac/-m0Mgqv5FDQ/s1600/IMG_3625.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tLGSsHQdhmk/ToJ8SKO5h8I/AAAAAAAABac/-m0Mgqv5FDQ/s200/IMG_3625.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657220733357098946" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dkj4kHBOSEw/ToJ8SepIvgI/AAAAAAAABak/lhqnM7eOe08/s1600/IMG_3626.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dkj4kHBOSEw/ToJ8SepIvgI/AAAAAAAABak/lhqnM7eOe08/s200/IMG_3626.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657220738835856898" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Aunt Deb, Uncle Mike, Kelly and Drew were Mallory's babysitters for the evening.  We were so happy they were willing to help out so we could enjoy a night has husband and wife and attend the wedding.  When we got home that night, after the wedding, I was informed that Meko, who is Kelly and Drew's husky dog, was Mallory's watchdog.  Apparently when they tucked Mallory in for sleep, Meko would not leave the room.  Meko stayed by Mallory's side until we got home and assured him it was okay to come out.  &lt;b&gt;HOW SWEET!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"  &gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wNv-0iArVxY/ToJ9zwOn70I/AAAAAAAABas/x8wDXBRzFNs/s320/IMG_3703.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657222410003803970" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sunday morning came bright and early, so after an awesome homemade breakfast by Uncle Mike, Aunt Deb helped a lot too, we hit the links.  Uncle Mike and Aunt Deb are avid golfers and belong to two clubs in the area.  On this particular day we golfed at the &lt;a href="http://www.lakemiltonagolfclub.com/"&gt;Lake Miltona Golf Club.  &lt;/a&gt; It was a beautiful morning, one of the best we had all year, making it wonderful for golf.  I chose not to golf so Mallory could come along with us and ride in the cart.  She was so unbelievably excited to be able to partake, she was so well behaved all nine holes.  I think she was worried she wouldn't be able to continue if she wasn't good.  HA!  We even let her tee off and putt a couple of times. Halfway through the front nine, she started squealing with delight.  I went to investigate and there was a baby painted turtle running across the green.  That was the highlight of her day.  She had a blast, as did we!  It was super fun to see Uncle Mike and Aunt Deb totally in their element and just be together as a family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H_GD-gXYj6c/ToKBK0WAsZI/AAAAAAAABa0/U8nb-sX0hxg/s1600/IMG_3705.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H_GD-gXYj6c/ToKBK0WAsZI/AAAAAAAABa0/U8nb-sX0hxg/s200/IMG_3705.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657226104780403090" style="cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qLxuMhwf8eo/ToKBLEYOhcI/AAAAAAAABa8/66FvWzcT7A4/s1600/IMG_3706.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qLxuMhwf8eo/ToKBLEYOhcI/AAAAAAAABa8/66FvWzcT7A4/s200/IMG_3706.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657226109084665282" style="cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V81s0ArmeE8/ToKBcXOF_bI/AAAAAAAABbE/4nRoBBILgoQ/s1600/IMG_3722.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V81s0ArmeE8/ToKBcXOF_bI/AAAAAAAABbE/4nRoBBILgoQ/s320/IMG_3722.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657226406200212914" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wfw3Fz74B3I/ToKCJWfkiEI/AAAAAAAABbM/MbR9a1hc4Kw/s320/IMG_3734.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657227179099195458" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3hWLZJzW9c4/ToKCogbKdWI/AAAAAAAABbU/0VpPe_i3Sec/s1600/IMG_3730.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3hWLZJzW9c4/ToKCogbKdWI/AAAAAAAABbU/0VpPe_i3Sec/s200/IMG_3730.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657227714341008738" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_7eCRgZ9nEI/ToKCpMLmg8I/AAAAAAAABbc/1uiEzxP159M/s1600/IMG_3732.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_7eCRgZ9nEI/ToKCpMLmg8I/AAAAAAAABbc/1uiEzxP159M/s200/IMG_3732.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657227726086898626" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"  &gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A2PYV1SqLsY/ToKDF9otqAI/AAAAAAAABbk/WqSF-eWE0ck/s320/IMG_3737.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657228220398675970" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;After the golf club, we had go take in one last Alex staple.  We went to see &lt;a href="http://www.roadsideamerica.com/story/19491"&gt;Big Ole. &lt;/a&gt;  I remember seeing Big Ole when I was in high school, but back then he was in the middle of a pretty busy intersection.  He has since been moved to the north a little and now has his own park.  Mallory thought he was pretty cool.  Naturally I wore my Vikings jersey while parading around down there.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E0dNA1SGMS8/ToKEFAxfflI/AAAAAAAABbs/x5pV2R2B0m4/s320/IMG_3743.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657229303572561490" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It was a &lt;b&gt;WONDERFUL &lt;/b&gt;weekend!  I cannot thank our gracious hosts, Aunt Deb and Uncle Mike, enough for their hospitality.  A &lt;b&gt;BIG&lt;/b&gt; thanks to Kelly and Drew for their company and assistance in taking care of our little Mallory.  The weekend was packed full of fun and family, with many memories made for Mallory.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WE ARE BLESSED! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&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/8580789776079310536-2585753025941021081?l=mymalpal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymalpal.blogspot.com/feeds/2585753025941021081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580789776079310536&amp;postID=2585753025941021081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580789776079310536/posts/default/2585753025941021081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580789776079310536/posts/default/2585753025941021081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymalpal.blogspot.com/2011/09/alexandria.html' title='Alexandria'/><author><name>Mallory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14944140971478672468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qixx6aYd8rI/Tg5CY8a9leI/AAAAAAAABO8/U0GKwxs3jKk/s220/mallory%2Bblog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AzL8k8hwQdA/ToJ4wceiRzI/AAAAAAAABZk/uySZmpl9NXg/s72-c/IMG_3548.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580789776079310536.post-8606971559968133791</id><published>2011-09-18T15:23:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T15:56:08.982-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mallory's First Day of Preschool</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mallory started preschool on Tuesday, September 6th.  She is going two days a week to the &lt;a href="http://www.rschooltoday.com/se3bin/clientgenie.cgi?schoolname=school589&amp;amp;statusFlag=goGenie&amp;amp;geniesite=22&amp;amp;myButton=g5plugin&amp;amp;db=g22_b106"&gt;Wee Tigers&lt;/a&gt; program here in Farmington.  The week before she started, we were super busy with a schedule change for Christopher at work, Labor Day at the cabin and a wedding to travel for the following weekend.  With all this extra stuff going on, it seemed as though her first day had happened upon us and we had totally forgotten about it.  It only seemed that way.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;The night before was full of excitement for all three of us.  I labeled her backpack, jacket and her snacks.  We had her take a bath, laid out her outfit, and read a book called "&lt;a href="http://www.borders.com/online/store/TitleDetail?sku=0448454513"&gt;The Night Before Preschool&lt;/a&gt;". Mallory had no trouble falling asleep, but we, mom and dad, still had a few jitters.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;In the morning we made sure she ate a hardy breakfast and while she was eating, she talked about how excited she was to go to school.  I sometimes have a challenge getting her out of her PJ's in the morning and into real clothing, but not this day.  She was&lt;b&gt; READY!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Once dressed, we made one last pit stop at the potty and we were on our way.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"  &gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QgWRIetowxM/TnZXeNTYWVI/AAAAAAAABY0/VbFRWg0gRFc/s320/IMG_20110906_120247.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653802558688876882" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Because of Christopher's new work schedule, he was able to come with us on the first day so we could make it a family affair.  He was a proud daddy walking Mallory into school for the first time.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"  &gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wKwrMuERWGw/TnZYEgJrERI/AAAAAAAABY8/F6VKXwHwMOM/s320/IMG_3505.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653803216583463186" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Once we were inside, near her classroom, we found her name on the wall and saw again who her teachers would be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4cgKWQ3141w/TnZYcjPKY_I/AAAAAAAABZE/gmaM2JiuRTw/s1600/IMG_3516.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4cgKWQ3141w/TnZYcjPKY_I/AAAAAAAABZE/gmaM2JiuRTw/s200/IMG_3516.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653803629728654322" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6cN6va5GNec/TnZYdDtLD3I/AAAAAAAABZM/PI317RUnjkw/s1600/IMG_3512.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6cN6va5GNec/TnZYdDtLD3I/AAAAAAAABZM/PI317RUnjkw/s200/IMG_3512.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653803638444461938" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Pretty soon the bell rang, Mrs. Aune came around the corner, unlocked the door and we were in!  Mallory remembered from her orientation where her cubby was and went right to it.  She hung up her backpack in a hurry and sat down to play with her new classmates.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4v0EE5ulY3Y/TnZY1wdwdLI/AAAAAAAABZU/_JojX3BP5gY/s1600/IMG_3521.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4v0EE5ulY3Y/TnZY1wdwdLI/AAAAAAAABZU/_JojX3BP5gY/s200/IMG_3521.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653804062776259762" style="cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--Vo9JKnv_Po/TnZY2V_1eyI/AAAAAAAABZc/SCpIdM1v1jo/s1600/IMG_3525.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--Vo9JKnv_Po/TnZY2V_1eyI/AAAAAAAABZc/SCpIdM1v1jo/s200/IMG_3525.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653804072851307298" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;After a few minutes of settling in, we gave her a hug and a kiss goodbye.  She was not at all sad to see us go, which was reassuring.  Neither of us were too worried, she has been talking about school for quite some time now and was very excited at her orientation.  She showed no signs of concern, which made it easy for us to leave her. Because of her readiness, we didn't shed one tear!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Christopher had to go to work, so I went to pick her up alone, and albeit pretty tired (school is now during what used to be nap time), she was happy to see me and full of information about her day.  Every day of school since has been a breeze and the ride home is always filled with talk from Mallory about how great of a day she had at school.&lt;b&gt;  WE LOVE WEE TIGERS! &lt;/b&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/8580789776079310536-8606971559968133791?l=mymalpal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymalpal.blogspot.com/feeds/8606971559968133791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580789776079310536&amp;postID=8606971559968133791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580789776079310536/posts/default/8606971559968133791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580789776079310536/posts/default/8606971559968133791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymalpal.blogspot.com/2011/09/mallorys-first-day-of-preschool.html' title='Mallory&apos;s First Day of Preschool'/><author><name>Mallory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14944140971478672468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qixx6aYd8rI/Tg5CY8a9leI/AAAAAAAABO8/U0GKwxs3jKk/s220/mallory%2Bblog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QgWRIetowxM/TnZXeNTYWVI/AAAAAAAABY0/VbFRWg0gRFc/s72-c/IMG_20110906_120247.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580789776079310536.post-7558793932202890449</id><published>2011-09-12T20:59:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T22:17:41.669-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Canterbury Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Last year we took Mallory to &lt;a href="http://www.canterburypark.com/"&gt;Canterbury Park&lt;/a&gt;, but she got sick when we arrived and spent the entire time sleeping in her stroller, trying to break her fever.  Poor baby.  I wanted to give it another try and since we had coupons for free admission, it felt like a win win situation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Since it was family day, before the races began, we checked out all the free stuff they have for kids to do.  First we played and played on the &lt;b&gt;HUGE&lt;a href="http://www.rainbowplay.com/"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rainbowplay.com/"&gt;Rainbow Play System &lt;/a&gt;they have just inside the main gates.  An adult could've gotten lost in this thing.  Mallory was able to try a tire swing for the first time.  She really liked it, and it was easy for us to push her on it.  With tire swings all you really need to do is give it a tap and goes round and round for quite a while.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JnGsfd-ME6U/Tm66hcXHqOI/AAAAAAAABXs/iEiHYVlyI9M/s320/IMG_3421.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651659666108164322" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Next it was time to ride the ponies.  Not the racing horses, but actually ponies they have there for kids to ride, for&lt;b&gt; FREE&lt;/b&gt;!  Mallory waited very patiently for her turn.  She was old enough and big enough to ride on her own.  We were a pretty proud set of parents, and Mallory really enjoyed it.  When the ride was over, she took the brush and went to business.  I think she had more fun brushing and petting the one pony they had on the side of the ring than she did riding the other ponies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fckt3wBJaog/Tm67tB9EmPI/AAAAAAAABX0/CSztuyptONM/s1600/IMG_3430.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fckt3wBJaog/Tm67tB9EmPI/AAAAAAAABX0/CSztuyptONM/s200/IMG_3430.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651660964689647858" style="cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-smn8eSAgbec/Tm67tjjJXsI/AAAAAAAABX8/2Kfb-58qAKY/s1600/IMG_3435.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-smn8eSAgbec/Tm67tjjJXsI/AAAAAAAABX8/2Kfb-58qAKY/s200/IMG_3435.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651660973707714242" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WPGApUPMLjQ/Tm677brBZHI/AAAAAAAABYE/d4dvU0SUA-A/s320/IMG_3442.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651661212111430770" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Once back inside the main entrance, Mallory got her face painted for the very first time! She did great, and even though I had to talk her out of the skull &amp;amp; crossbones and into the fish, I think she was satisfied with her choice.  She sat really still for the lady who was doing them, and was quite proud when it was done.  She was sad at the end of the night when we had to wash it off to go to bed.  I am glad to know she enjoyed it, since it was free, I was happy to give it a whirl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xJ1nncYa35A/Tm681VdFgMI/AAAAAAAABYM/9XQTKONDN3U/s1600/IMG_3443.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xJ1nncYa35A/Tm681VdFgMI/AAAAAAAABYM/9XQTKONDN3U/s200/IMG_3443.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651662206874779842" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FLLdhdcpOyk/Tm681-Fs_sI/AAAAAAAABYU/u-SQ868Ps2w/s1600/IMG_3446.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FLLdhdcpOyk/Tm681-Fs_sI/AAAAAAAABYU/u-SQ868Ps2w/s200/IMG_3446.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651662217782558402" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w5_HKo65Ecs/Tm69ICmHVII/AAAAAAAABYc/5qX6NUDluk8/s320/IMG_3450.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651662528229889154" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It was finally &lt;b&gt;POST&lt;/b&gt; time.  All in all, we lost $4.20.  The one race we did win, Mallory picked number 4 and sure enough, she was right.  Should've had her helping us bet the whole time we were there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Buu5U0QHtdU/Tm69fDm0FaI/AAAAAAAABYk/_itLFRLKbW4/s320/IMG_3459.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651662923638248866" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We had such a fun time for hardly any cost.  Even though it rained a little bit, we were able to get quite a bit out of our free admission!  Just watching race after race, running around and being goofy with our little Mal Pal.  We will for sure return next season! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v0NX1Zwc7H8/Tm698-1ziXI/AAAAAAAABYs/hh_UUgcq3mg/s320/IMG_3470.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651663437755025778" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&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/8580789776079310536-7558793932202890449?l=mymalpal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymalpal.blogspot.com/feeds/7558793932202890449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580789776079310536&amp;postID=7558793932202890449' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580789776079310536/posts/default/7558793932202890449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580789776079310536/posts/default/7558793932202890449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymalpal.blogspot.com/2011/09/canterbury-park.html' title='Canterbury Park'/><author><name>Mallory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14944140971478672468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qixx6aYd8rI/Tg5CY8a9leI/AAAAAAAABO8/U0GKwxs3jKk/s220/mallory%2Bblog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JnGsfd-ME6U/Tm66hcXHqOI/AAAAAAAABXs/iEiHYVlyI9M/s72-c/IMG_3421.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580789776079310536.post-6479396588096859472</id><published>2011-08-28T20:43:00.015-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T21:34:00.454-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Great Minnesota Get Together</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Just like the Dakota County Fair, the &lt;a href="http://www.mnstatefair.org/"&gt;Minnesota State Fair&lt;/a&gt; has become a family tradition for the three of us.  This year, I was VERY excited because the adults had tickets to the &lt;a href="http://www.defleppard.com/"&gt;Def &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Leppard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; concert on Friday night.  The last time Def &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Leppard&lt;/span&gt; was in Minnesota, I was 8.5 months pregnant, and was not able to go.  They are my absolute favorite rock band and I just couldn't wait to see them in concert.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Our good friends Pete and Jamie came with us for the day and then to the concert that night.  Mallory was excited to go, but once we arrived she was a bit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lethargic&lt;/span&gt; and just wanted to sleep.  Very unusual for her, so I was worried she might be getting sick.  She perked up a little to eat a few cheese curds, but &lt;b&gt;REALLY &lt;/b&gt;perked up when she saw the Giant Slide.  Who doesn't love the Giant Slide?  Mallory got a real treat, because not only did she get to ride with me and Christopher, Pete took her for a ride too!  She was just beaming after each trek down the slide.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--VBQZTtz_r4/TlrxNYl5YOI/AAAAAAAABWE/OzO31BqGEek/s1600/IMG_3324.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--VBQZTtz_r4/TlrxNYl5YOI/AAAAAAAABWE/OzO31BqGEek/s200/IMG_3324.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646090295104332002" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q_cztWu3Dcc/TlrxNzy7nNI/AAAAAAAABWM/jcIvpT6Ir3E/s1600/IMG_3332.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q_cztWu3Dcc/TlrxNzy7nNI/AAAAAAAABWM/jcIvpT6Ir3E/s200/IMG_3332.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646090302406761682" style="cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DABnUCOGfT0/TlrxODTM7UI/AAAAAAAABWU/RyBUnKWYnOM/s1600/IMG_3341.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DABnUCOGfT0/TlrxODTM7UI/AAAAAAAABWU/RyBUnKWYnOM/s200/IMG_3341.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646090306568645954" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aF8d1FA-8v0/TlrxOjwxLWI/AAAAAAAABWc/-nw52cR7zuQ/s1600/IMG_3330.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aF8d1FA-8v0/TlrxOjwxLWI/AAAAAAAABWc/-nw52cR7zuQ/s200/IMG_3330.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646090315282591074" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Pete and Jamie took off for a bit, this was a good time for us to head to the Kid Way so Mallory could enjoy some more rides.  This was after a pit stop for some roasted corn on the cob of course.  One of &lt;i&gt;my&lt;/i&gt; favorites at the fair!  Once at the Kid Way, Mallory was &lt;b&gt;WIDE&lt;/b&gt; awake.  There were a few rides I had to accompany her on, and then there were a few she was able to ride herself.  Either way, she was smiling, laughing and having a great time.  Mallory is such a great kid when it comes to this kind of event and environment.  She never whines, always waits patiently and I have never seen her shed a tear.  She is usually disappointed when we run out of tickets, but she has yet to throw a fit.  We are so blessed to have such a well behaved little girl.  Mallory and I rode the Balloons together, along with the Bumble Bees.  Mallory was able to ride the Animal Train, 4x4 Riders, Water Whales and the Kiddie Ferris Wheel by herself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VIR47LSnSmw/Tlrzpvf5gGI/AAAAAAAABWk/6YMFxcE0ViI/s1600/IMG_3345.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VIR47LSnSmw/Tlrzpvf5gGI/AAAAAAAABWk/6YMFxcE0ViI/s200/IMG_3345.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646092981312782434" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iOxQ-XZUot4/TlrzqDhutwI/AAAAAAAABWs/k7OklzOuvac/s1600/IMG_3367.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iOxQ-XZUot4/TlrzqDhutwI/AAAAAAAABWs/k7OklzOuvac/s200/IMG_3367.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646092986689173250" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vUZb-BtJDZg/Tlrzqkekj1I/AAAAAAAABW0/BXOFpYC0g64/s1600/IMG_3350.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vUZb-BtJDZg/Tlrzqkekj1I/AAAAAAAABW0/BXOFpYC0g64/s200/IMG_3350.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646092995534294866" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0pzxeWBZD-Y/TlrzqxVPRyI/AAAAAAAABW8/2EV4OsL2N54/s1600/IMG_3394.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0pzxeWBZD-Y/TlrzqxVPRyI/AAAAAAAABW8/2EV4OsL2N54/s200/IMG_3394.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646092998984812322" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-79P-Eetbf_o/TlrzraEW5pI/AAAAAAAABXE/Z69dtX_9pSU/s1600/IMG_3372.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-79P-Eetbf_o/TlrzraEW5pI/AAAAAAAABXE/Z69dtX_9pSU/s200/IMG_3372.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646093009919862418" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xML68jauw9c/Tlr0I-1126I/AAAAAAAABXM/JVHQ5kgUHAk/s1600/IMG_3376.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xML68jauw9c/Tlr0I-1126I/AAAAAAAABXM/JVHQ5kgUHAk/s200/IMG_3376.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646093518007294882" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AGmWaDnQGwI/Tlr0iqGVd_I/AAAAAAAABXU/Ku2EAxHZxMc/s320/IMG_3380.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646093959115929586" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;After about 90 minutes or rides, we ran out of tickets.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uD5_-mECf7M/Tlr020TXpPI/AAAAAAAABXc/trZxCYSMQgE/s320/IMG_3364.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646094305452336370" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;We went in search of Jamie and Pete to reunite.  Once we found them, it was time for more food.  We were at the State Fair after all.  We headed to the French Fries stand.  Mallory seemed to have her appetite for those french fries.  After she had some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;num&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;nums&lt;/span&gt; in her tum tums, she took a nap.  I can't believe anyone can sleep with all that noise, but when you walk around the fair, that's all you see, a bunch of babies and toddlers taking naps in their strollers.  Crazy.  Mallory napped for about an hour and when she woke up, she wanted to see some animals.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;First we checked out some horses, but as Mallory said "I smell like something" which translates to, I smell something, and "it's stinks in here" which means exactly that, we left the horse barn.  I have to side with Mallory on this one, the horse barn &lt;b&gt;STUNK&lt;/b&gt;.  Off to see some cows.  The jerseys they have at the State Fair are &lt;b&gt;HUGE&lt;/b&gt;!  They are fun to look at, but don't provide any other kind of entertainment...until this year.  There was one, younger brown cow that was almost smiling at us.  He was super cute, and kept giving us this look like he was about to give us a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;zerbert&lt;/span&gt;.  I didn't think to grab the camera, well, actually I did, but I wanted so badly to have that moment with Mallory not be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;interrupted&lt;/span&gt;.  I have the memory in my head and that's good enough for me!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Onto the Swine barn.  Mallory got to see a &lt;b&gt;HUGE&lt;/b&gt; sow, and huge doesn't even describe it.  She was &lt;b&gt;GINORMOUS&lt;/b&gt;! She had just had babies, so we also got to see piglets that were five days old and pet them!  Mallory was squealing with delight, ha ha ha.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Before we knew it, it was 5:00PM and Grandma Dee was at the gate to pick up Mallory.  She was so gracious to take Mallory overnight so we could go to the concert.  Before we could meet Grandma Dee at the gate, we had to get her cheese curds and a pronto pup.  It was her request since she was not attending the fair.  It was the &lt;b&gt;LEAST&lt;/b&gt; we could do for Grandma Dee!  I have since found out Mallory ate a few of her cheese curds on the car ride home.  Little stinker! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Since this is a blog about Mallory, I won't go into detail about the concert, but I will tell you this much, Mallory's parents (that would be us) had a &lt;b&gt;GREAT&lt;/b&gt; time.  It was a very good show, worth every penny for the tickets, and we are so grateful we were able to have some us time.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mA525xNtoqQ/Tlr4HcOmBHI/AAAAAAAABXk/JGT4KeYw9hA/s320/DSC03882.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646097889582515314" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;The State Fair has always been a symbol of the end of summer for me, and while that means the snow is soon to fly, we sure took in as much of summer as we could this day.  I just love the State Fair and seeing it through Mallory's eyes enhances the experience to a level that is hard to put into words.  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I figured our annual trip to the Dakota County Fair would be a good time to let her ride one.  This year I learned the fair has a Military day and Christopher being a veteran, would get free admission and parking.  Mallory was free, so once again we only had to pay for me!  So lucky to have gone on Military day, we ran into Rebecca (Mallory's old daycare) and her three kids, enjoying their unlimited rides wristbands.  They were able to take advantage of more free things since their husband/dad is currently deployed.  We got to spend a little bit of our afternoon with them, which was a nice surprise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'times new roman';font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'times new roman';font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nothing at the fair has really changed, other than the location of things and the addition of some food choices.  What has changed for us is Mallory at the fair.  The Dakota County Fair holds a special place in our hearts as it was Mallory's first true outing three years ago.  She was about 10 days old when we took her to the fair for the first time.  Christopher and I were so happy to see her running about and excited to see all the animals, exhibits, rides and goodies.  She was very excited to be there.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'times new roman';font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'times new roman';font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;After stretching our tummy's a little bit, checking out the pigs, cows and sheep, we headed over to the midway.  The first ride we went on?  The roller coaster of course.  Mallory was tall enough to ride on her own, but she opted for me to ride with her.  Parents did not have to pay to ride with their children on this ride, so I was okay with it.  I had a small change of heart once we got going.  I have no clue on on earth this carnival company felt it okay to have adults ride in this thing.  I am not a large person by any means, yes I can stand to lose a few pounds, but tall I am not, and my knees were in my chest.  You can't really see it in these pictures, but my knees were getting shredded with every bump, twist and turn this thing took.  I guess the main thing is Mallory had a &lt;b&gt;BLAST&lt;/b&gt;.  She was squealing with delight!  I guess I look like I am having fun too.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'times new roman';font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EDMGfT7Q-IQ/Tk27CJlQC1I/AAAAAAAABVM/lG6-p9lso4o/s1600/IMG_3245.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EDMGfT7Q-IQ/Tk27CJlQC1I/AAAAAAAABVM/lG6-p9lso4o/s200/IMG_3245.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642371553771391826" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bpBNKxZrtok/Tk27CjAWY0I/AAAAAAAABVU/6OWWPZNmDeM/s1600/IMG_3247.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bpBNKxZrtok/Tk27CjAWY0I/AAAAAAAABVU/6OWWPZNmDeM/s200/IMG_3247.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642371560595940162" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'times new roman';font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Next Mallory checked out the "fun cars".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-family:'times new roman';font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I15f6xX98Lg/Tk28t62B9HI/AAAAAAAABVc/X7qCUGSsJJg/s320/IMG_3251.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642373405241111666" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'times new roman';font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;We also checked out the big slide, the Ferris Wheel and the carousel too.  Last but not least, we had to ride on Blues Clues.  She had a lot of fun on each and every ride and we had a lot of fun watching her! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-family:'times new roman';font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L6DbQOR2L6M/Tk28uVGGK7I/AAAAAAAABVk/xGKwJoE2iRQ/s320/IMG_3256.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642373412287818674" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-family:'times new roman';font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Next we headed over to the farm area.  The fair has a small petting zoo with farm animals.  We got to pet some goats, pigs and ponies.  On the way over we saw Mallory's favorite - CHICKENS!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-family:'times new roman';font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h1etrDfNkVs/Tk29aA3MMVI/AAAAAAAABV0/W7CN8Zk-NrU/s320/IMG_3225.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642374162770833746" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-family:'times new roman';font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;We also got to try out a real life tractor.  I am sorry Dad, I know it's an evil, green tractor, but it was the only one they had.  We literally had to peel Mallory off this tractor.  There was a line, three boys deep, patiently waiting their turn, but Mallory wasn't giving in.  She did &lt;b&gt;NOT &lt;/b&gt;want to come down of the tractor.  Looks like Grandpa Hauer will have a helper for harvest time! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GhMwXgjuz4w/Tk293reHvmI/AAAAAAAABV8/yJ3lRUSj1ps/s320/IMG_3234.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642374672424615522" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-family:'times new roman';font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;We finished the day with an ice cream treat from Cold Stone.  I actually tried the cookie dough on a stick, dipped in white chocolate and covered in coconut.  I learned very quickly my old gut can't handle that amount of sweet stuff anymore.  I was a little green afterwards.  I think Christopher and Mallory really enjoyed their treat though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-family:'times new roman';font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m4LASCQQ0Qo/Tk28uqSBryI/AAAAAAAABVs/2klK-6clA6Y/s1600/IMG_3261.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m4LASCQQ0Qo/Tk28uqSBryI/AAAAAAAABVs/2klK-6clA6Y/s320/IMG_3261.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642373417975000866" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had a great day, saw some old friends, ate to our hearts content and went home smiling.  Thank you to the Dakota County Fair for another year of fun, food and memories! &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/8580789776079310536-8363581058598777172?l=mymalpal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymalpal.blogspot.com/feeds/8363581058598777172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580789776079310536&amp;postID=8363581058598777172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580789776079310536/posts/default/8363581058598777172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580789776079310536/posts/default/8363581058598777172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymalpal.blogspot.com/2011/08/dakota-county-fair.html' title='The Dakota County Fair'/><author><name>Mallory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14944140971478672468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qixx6aYd8rI/Tg5CY8a9leI/AAAAAAAABO8/U0GKwxs3jKk/s220/mallory%2Bblog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EDMGfT7Q-IQ/Tk27CJlQC1I/AAAAAAAABVM/lG6-p9lso4o/s72-c/IMG_3245.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580789776079310536.post-815273603901137906</id><published>2011-08-08T22:27:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T22:59:56.206-05:00</updated><title type='text'>National Night Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);   font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;For the third year in a row, our neighbor Terrina (with the help of a few others) coordinated a block party for &lt;a href="http://www.nationalnightout.org/nno/"&gt;National Night Out.&lt;/a&gt;  We've really enjoyed getting to know our neighbors better and better through these parties and I for one am living proof these parties work the way they are intended to.  I know and recognize our neighbors so much better now, wave and smile when we pass each other and with a better relationship, I find myself more protective of those around me.  It's not just my house on the block, it's &lt;b&gt;OUR&lt;/b&gt; neighborhood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Anyway, Mallory had a blast as she usually does at these types of events.  I think our block party was unique because the kids had a bike parade.  On the Monday before NNO, another set of neighbors and I decorated our kids bikes for the bike parade.  We probably went a little crazy, but the kids were so excited they could hardly wait for the next day to ride them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KvRJ3Uxs2V8/TkCq4MYh35I/AAAAAAAABTs/WQ4DXat5iBE/s320/IMG_3127.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638694615841365906" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Once the party started, we instantly had a visit from a Farmington Police Officer, the Farmington Mayor and a bunch of Target employees.  The kids were obviously (and a little scary really) the most excited about Target.  The employees that came gave out suckers, silly bands and played games with the kids which ultimately ended up with each kid winning a prize.  Mallory won a flower and boy was she happy.  She just &lt;b&gt;LOVES&lt;/b&gt; this flower.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DI6E0kl2Hm4/TkCsckr8EOI/AAAAAAAABT0/eH1avL5ozcA/s1600/IMG_3114.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DI6E0kl2Hm4/TkCsckr8EOI/AAAAAAAABT0/eH1avL5ozcA/s200/IMG_3114.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638696340352143586" style="cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A_8PWogeAzw/TkCsdLwfsQI/AAAAAAAABT8/eQ3WDVxwo_g/s1600/IMG_3117.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A_8PWogeAzw/TkCsdLwfsQI/AAAAAAAABT8/eQ3WDVxwo_g/s200/IMG_3117.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638696350840238338" style="cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IW_JA9Z7iMQ/TkCsndjxNKI/AAAAAAAABUE/G2joLR19cLM/s320/IMG_3132.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638696527417390242" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Next we got a great visit from the Farmington Fire Department.  They brought a rescue truck, so the kids got to check out the back of the truck with all the medical equipment in it.  Mallory had more interest in operating the heavy machinery.  The fire department stayed for quite a while, which was nice, as I know they were volunteering their time and had many parties to stop at.  Here is Mallory driving the fire truck...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dQpeC-vz-jY/TkCtSr7SgBI/AAAAAAAABUM/VpPRcQiG1CA/s1600/IMG_3136.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dQpeC-vz-jY/TkCtSr7SgBI/AAAAAAAABUM/VpPRcQiG1CA/s200/IMG_3136.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638697270008512530" style="cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H1ixom9yY7Q/TkCtTIEqx1I/AAAAAAAABUU/x_O1aJ_dXl4/s1600/IMG_3139.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H1ixom9yY7Q/TkCtTIEqx1I/AAAAAAAABUU/x_O1aJ_dXl4/s200/IMG_3139.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638697277564045138" style="cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Finally it was time for the big &lt;b&gt;BIKE PARADE&lt;/b&gt;. The adults agreed it would be the best to have the smallest/youngest kid lead the parade, since they would be the slowest and wouldn't be left behind this way as all the other kids would have to hold their pace.  Well, it just so happens that Mallory got to lead the bike parade.  She was so excited to do so and did a great job.  While all the kids didn't want to wait for her, she just took her time going from one end of the block to the other.  That's a long way for her little legs to pedal, but she didn't stop or give up.  She was determined to make it the entire length of the block.  Christopher and I were so proud of her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);   font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-60TCSiqkBVk/TkCvnCucpoI/AAAAAAAABU8/iNU3SC9L8mg/s1600/IMG_3151.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-60TCSiqkBVk/TkCvnCucpoI/AAAAAAAABU8/iNU3SC9L8mg/s200/IMG_3151.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638699818749306498" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RUggFftkABk/TkCvOf4fJ2I/AAAAAAAABUk/IrpfsmY2D84/s1600/IMG_3157.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RUggFftkABk/TkCvOf4fJ2I/AAAAAAAABUk/IrpfsmY2D84/s200/IMG_3157.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638699397079312226" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_D-vIk6-9CM/TkCv5CcoojI/AAAAAAAABVE/YGKmMSxxwAg/s320/IMG_3162.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638700127912239666" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);   font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XKODpHoBag8/TkCvO2w__II/AAAAAAAABUs/UFgroDFzdiM/s1600/IMG_3143.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XKODpHoBag8/TkCvO2w__II/AAAAAAAABUs/UFgroDFzdiM/s200/IMG_3143.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638699403221924994" style="cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S0j4T0NXHd4/TkCvPswDQCI/AAAAAAAABU0/NEtaw7D3i8s/s1600/IMG_3101.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S0j4T0NXHd4/TkCvPswDQCI/AAAAAAAABU0/NEtaw7D3i8s/s200/IMG_3101.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638699417713459234" style="cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;We had a &lt;b&gt;WONDERFUL&lt;/b&gt; time with out neighbors, their kids and the public safety personnel from the City of Farmington.  We're looking forward to next years NNO party, and are already starting to plan our bike parade decorations.  &lt;/span&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/8580789776079310536-815273603901137906?l=mymalpal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymalpal.blogspot.com/feeds/815273603901137906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580789776079310536&amp;postID=815273603901137906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580789776079310536/posts/default/815273603901137906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580789776079310536/posts/default/815273603901137906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymalpal.blogspot.com/2011/08/national-night-out.html' title='National Night Out'/><author><name>Mallory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14944140971478672468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qixx6aYd8rI/Tg5CY8a9leI/AAAAAAAABO8/U0GKwxs3jKk/s220/mallory%2Bblog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KvRJ3Uxs2V8/TkCq4MYh35I/AAAAAAAABTs/WQ4DXat5iBE/s72-c/IMG_3127.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580789776079310536.post-314175091139843772</id><published>2011-08-02T21:55:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T22:37:58.534-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mallory's Third Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cLDwTCJpkxM/Tji-nL50H4I/AAAAAAAABSU/S1SMVu0YHBY/s1600/IMG_3026.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cLDwTCJpkxM/Tji-nL50H4I/AAAAAAAABSU/S1SMVu0YHBY/s320/IMG_3026.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636464514073632642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We decided this year to have a friends birthday party for Mallory.  A Tinkerbell Birthday Party at her request.  It was the best decision we ever made.  Mallory had a &lt;b&gt;BLAST&lt;/b&gt; and I think all of the kids that were in attendance had fun too! We had a total of eight kids, nine including Mallory.  It was the perfect party and I wouldn't change a thing.  We started the party with the kids playing on Mallory's play set and running around the back yard.  After a little while we had Mallory open her presents.  She was overwhelmed with them all.  There were several times we had to remind her to finish opening the present she was currently working on before she started a new one.  All of her friends and family were very generous.  She received all kinds of new toys and a lot of her current favorite "&lt;a href="http://www.squinkies.com/"&gt;Squinkies&lt;/a&gt;".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: verdana; font-size: large; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Bqf2hv_rZWM/TjjBkS5KtxI/AAAAAAAABTM/Q6YS0G_zxFw/s1600/IMG_2994.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Bqf2hv_rZWM/TjjBkS5KtxI/AAAAAAAABTM/Q6YS0G_zxFw/s200/IMG_2994.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636467762945242898" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-spefRVn6xGk/TjjBkzvICsI/AAAAAAAABTU/vkTBxvadV2I/s1600/IMG_3005.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-spefRVn6xGk/TjjBkzvICsI/AAAAAAAABTU/vkTBxvadV2I/s200/IMG_3005.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636467771761494722" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: verdana; font-size: large; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zrROJZUcNLQ/Tji_tutcL-I/AAAAAAAABS0/we6X6jdTaeQ/s1600/IMG_3024.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zrROJZUcNLQ/Tji_tutcL-I/AAAAAAAABS0/we6X6jdTaeQ/s200/IMG_3024.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636465726007816162" style="cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Op64x3ti96A/Tji_tLaEdYI/AAAAAAAABSs/rs0HZr5VFy8/s1600/IMG_3014.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Op64x3ti96A/Tji_tLaEdYI/AAAAAAAABSs/rs0HZr5VFy8/s200/IMG_3014.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636465716531328386" style="cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;After presents we went inside (because we were all melting) to have cupcakes and ice cream!  The kids enjoyed white and chocolate cupcakes with girlie sprinkles from the Farmington Bakery and a scoop of vanilla ice cream.  It was a great chance for the kids to hang out for a little bit in the air conditioned house and play with some of the new toys they gave Mallory. Christopher also put together the awesome new doll house Mallory got from Grandma Dee.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"   &gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3IkgjYyKJYU/TjjAg3Asx2I/AAAAAAAABS8/babx0w3zxLQ/s320/IMG_2974.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636466604409407330" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;After the treats, the kids got their party favors which were light up flying discs.  I guess it was a good thing I waited to the end of the party to give out the favors of flying discs, because they are more like CRAZY flying discs.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"   &gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Lo4aTHSUwNQ/TjjB8hC2BYI/AAAAAAAABTc/X2PJP6_riFg/s320/IMG_2976.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636468179060786562" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Mallory has been playing with each of her new toys all day long every day since her party.  She is in &lt;b&gt;HEAVEN&lt;/b&gt;.  She is also very fond of her new Bronco Rider Christopher and I got her for her play set.  We had such a magical day.  It was an omen of some type since her Tinkerbell balloon she had for her party said "Have a Magical Day!&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HI9QZkQUSmA/TjjCO4_GcII/AAAAAAAABTk/5txFpTVC39w/s320/IMG_3070.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636468494725181570" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580789776079310536-314175091139843772?l=mymalpal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymalpal.blogspot.com/feeds/314175091139843772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580789776079310536&amp;postID=314175091139843772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580789776079310536/posts/default/314175091139843772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580789776079310536/posts/default/314175091139843772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymalpal.blogspot.com/2011/08/mallorys-third-birthday.html' title='Mallory&apos;s Third Birthday'/><author><name>Mallory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14944140971478672468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qixx6aYd8rI/Tg5CY8a9leI/AAAAAAAABO8/U0GKwxs3jKk/s220/mallory%2Bblog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cLDwTCJpkxM/Tji-nL50H4I/AAAAAAAABSU/S1SMVu0YHBY/s72-c/IMG_3026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580789776079310536.post-6408676009389067657</id><published>2011-07-31T08:38:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T08:45:12.995-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Years Old</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;HAPPY 3rd BIRTHDAY MALLORY! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zjZsCjfyzjs/TjVcA_8-QHI/AAAAAAAABSM/4Z7uPI_y1d8/s1600/IMG_3060.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 379px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zjZsCjfyzjs/TjVcA_8-QHI/AAAAAAAABSM/4Z7uPI_y1d8/s400/IMG_3060.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635511680960970866" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You are the brightest star in the sky!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;WE LOVE YOU!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580789776079310536-6408676009389067657?l=mymalpal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymalpal.blogspot.com/feeds/6408676009389067657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580789776079310536&amp;postID=6408676009389067657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580789776079310536/posts/default/6408676009389067657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580789776079310536/posts/default/6408676009389067657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymalpal.blogspot.com/2011/07/three-years-old.html' title='Three Years Old'/><author><name>Mallory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14944140971478672468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qixx6aYd8rI/Tg5CY8a9leI/AAAAAAAABO8/U0GKwxs3jKk/s220/mallory%2Bblog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zjZsCjfyzjs/TjVcA_8-QHI/AAAAAAAABSM/4Z7uPI_y1d8/s72-c/IMG_3060.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580789776079310536.post-6235233815222103090</id><published>2011-07-19T12:50:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T22:23:57.651-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bowling Babe</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;A big thank you to the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.father-of-five.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Father of Five&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt; for the link on his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt; page which brought to my attention a summer of FREE bowling at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;AMF&lt;/span&gt; Bowling centers.  Actually the credit should go to Kevin at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.daddysfishbowl.com/about/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Daddy's Fish Bowl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;.  He brought it to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;FOF's&lt;/span&gt; attention who in turn posted the link.  Mallory has never been bowling before, so I figured the best way to find out whether or not she will like it, is when it's free!  I've been waiting for a time that both Christopher and I could take Mallory bowling so we could both watch her partake in it for the first time.  I guess the Minnesota State shutdown came at a good time, and I didn't feel the least bit guilty going out for the day, since it was FREE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Off we went to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amf.com/citylimitslanes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;AMF&lt;/span&gt; City Limits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt; on a Tuesday afternoon.  There was only one other &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;teen aged&lt;/span&gt; couple bowling, so we practically had the alley to ourselves.  Mallory was SUPER excited to try it. She was hands on the whole way.  Even though the six pound ball was a little too heavy for her, she insisted on carrying it all by herself.  Once she allowed me to show her how to use the finger holes to help her carry it, the game was ON! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dipfqUPeBcM/Ti4qZAOITMI/AAAAAAAABRU/e1ravL2MkX0/s320/IMG_2614.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633486792931429570" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;We tried bowling with the ramp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7aHpFSlc3U8/Ti4qybZW3EI/AAAAAAAABRc/c_z1Kb2UbG0/s320/IMG_2636.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633487229723008066" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;We tried bowling without the ramp. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UzBCko7LkiA/Ti4rjcBnt1I/AAAAAAAABRk/rGcVGCIWcz8/s320/IMG_2620.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633488071705474898" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;We had lots of fun watching her.  She was a ball of energy the whole time, and even though it only took an hour for her to play two games, we had an ENTIRE afternoon of smiles and laughs.  Here are a few more pics of Mallory enjoying her first bowling experience.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0RaHJyDRHt4/Ti4xB4z4HfI/AAAAAAAABRs/2JnshEL4qI8/s1600/IMG_2628.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0RaHJyDRHt4/Ti4xB4z4HfI/AAAAAAAABRs/2JnshEL4qI8/s200/IMG_2628.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633494092386672114" style="cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6AzE60iPAyI/Ti4xCHp9w7I/AAAAAAAABR0/ao3OCMl9qTQ/s1600/IMG_2635.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6AzE60iPAyI/Ti4xCHp9w7I/AAAAAAAABR0/ao3OCMl9qTQ/s200/IMG_2635.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633494096371631026" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wI6zsnYfwcc/Ti4xCodBfDI/AAAAAAAABR8/6KE696UpsNQ/s1600/IMG_2652.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wI6zsnYfwcc/Ti4xCodBfDI/AAAAAAAABR8/6KE696UpsNQ/s200/IMG_2652.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633494105175718962" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-33Mi9OUXLjI/Ti4xC0PKAHI/AAAAAAAABSE/IRw7CJkEVCA/s1600/IMG_2657.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-33Mi9OUXLjI/Ti4xC0PKAHI/AAAAAAAABSE/IRw7CJkEVCA/s200/IMG_2657.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633494108338782322" style="cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Thanks again &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;FOF&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;DFB&lt;/span&gt;!  If it wasn't for you two, I am not sure this would've happened this summer.  She's been asking to go for a second time and I am certain when we get that rainy day, that's where you'll find us.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt; FOR BOWLING! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/8580789776079310536-6235233815222103090?l=mymalpal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymalpal.blogspot.com/feeds/6235233815222103090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580789776079310536&amp;postID=6235233815222103090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580789776079310536/posts/default/6235233815222103090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580789776079310536/posts/default/6235233815222103090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymalpal.blogspot.com/2011/07/bowling-babe.html' title='Bowling Babe'/><author><name>Mallory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14944140971478672468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qixx6aYd8rI/Tg5CY8a9leI/AAAAAAAABO8/U0GKwxs3jKk/s220/mallory%2Bblog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dipfqUPeBcM/Ti4qZAOITMI/AAAAAAAABRU/e1ravL2MkX0/s72-c/IMG_2614.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580789776079310536.post-530221315369529108</id><published>2011-07-07T19:45:00.014-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T20:29:58.654-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Valleyfair</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HO6dQzxysLQ/ThZcMD03ZkI/AAAAAAAABRM/rSHHPYoMkIc/s1600/IMG_2464.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HO6dQzxysLQ/ThZcMD03ZkI/AAAAAAAABRM/rSHHPYoMkIc/s400/IMG_2464.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626786146701239874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-size:large;"&gt;With Christopher's family in town from Texas, we were looking for something kid/family friendly for all of us to enjoy for the day.  With the suggestion coming from Texas, we looked into Valleyfair.  I instantly said no, thinking there would not be enough for Mallory to do, considering the cost, but I was convinced we could still have a good time, and well, they did just open Planet Snoopy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;When I started looking at the schedule and general info on their website, I learned that Veterans and Active Duty military would be free for the 4th of July weekend.  This was great news since both Christopher and his brother are ARMY Veterans.  Not only were they free, the rest of us were discounted at half price.  Mallory, being under 3, was free, so for the low cost of $28.00, the three of us, along with Christopher's Brother, Sister-in-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-size:large;"&gt;Law and their two kids, spent the 2nd of July at Valleyfair.  Here is Mallory, so ready to go, with her cousins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S9UC7k5ZYJc/ThZUoRVSgYI/AAAAAAAABPc/DIh6voIeHxQ/s320/IMG_2390.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626777835270209922" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Once we arrived, we were met with a pretty nice surprise.  Mallory, at 37 inches tall, was big enough to ride several rides with a parent companion.  So we took on the Scrambler right away.  She &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;LAUGHED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt; the whole time!  I knew we were in for a great day!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Some of us decided to try out the Extreme Swing (Christopher wimped out) and boy was it worth it.  This is easily my new favorite ride at Valleyfair!  I know it's been there a few years, but we didn't catch it until now.  (We are in the middle, I am wearing a green striped tank top, screaming my head off).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DlrxP5vQMPw/ThZVdnUPlzI/AAAAAAAABPk/mLB4RpsRtfU/s1600/IMG_2405.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DlrxP5vQMPw/ThZVdnUPlzI/AAAAAAAABPk/mLB4RpsRtfU/s320/IMG_2405.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626778751704471346" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;After a lot of walking and a bunch more rides, we decided to take a ride on the Minnesota Valley Railroad Train.  The kids just loved it, and it was a nice break from all the walking in the heat.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bRh5ctmwB1M/ThZWAOgWFvI/AAAAAAAABPs/8UDCOyjfYTA/s320/IMG_2408.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626779346339763954" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BJSNWJHFzgg/ThZWUav4lgI/AAAAAAAABP0/TanpMFARHYw/s1600/IMG_2411.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BJSNWJHFzgg/ThZWUav4lgI/AAAAAAAABP0/TanpMFARHYw/s200/IMG_2411.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626779693223548418" style="cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7leCnUmrDeI/ThZWUxYG84I/AAAAAAAABP8/pAqIWDGQ5RE/s1600/IMG_2412.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7leCnUmrDeI/ThZWUxYG84I/AAAAAAAABP8/pAqIWDGQ5RE/s200/IMG_2412.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626779699297842050" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Then it was off to Planet Snoopy.  Nothing but ride after ride for the little tots.  We checked out everything we could, a few on her own, and a few with mom or dad.  Even though we had to wait in a few lines (not many really, the park was pretty empty, surprisingly enough), Mallory did a great job waiting her turn.  She was a very patient little girl, and handled all of it very well.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9lwY7XHhNps/ThZW_GPdOrI/AAAAAAAABQE/N0g2CP8e1Rg/s1600/IMG_2447.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9lwY7XHhNps/ThZW_GPdOrI/AAAAAAAABQE/N0g2CP8e1Rg/s320/IMG_2447.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626780426453203634" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;She really enjoyed these little race cars.  She was squealing with delight as we whipped around the corners.  I would like to think she was having fun, but I think her squeals came from the fact that I was overwhelmed with this ride.  It looked so mild from the line, but once in, it was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;CRAZY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;fast and quick around those corners.  Even so, Mommy and Mallory had a great time on this ride!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jj3_T91SRDU/ThZXziYUgxI/AAAAAAAABQM/wQMqr7n6iZo/s1600/IMG_2454.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jj3_T91SRDU/ThZXziYUgxI/AAAAAAAABQM/wQMqr7n6iZo/s200/IMG_2454.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626781327359771410" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YlyguAMN4hQ/ThZX1jrz76I/AAAAAAAABQU/VH6LeU7hbSs/s1600/IMG_2457.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YlyguAMN4hQ/ThZX1jrz76I/AAAAAAAABQU/VH6LeU7hbSs/s200/IMG_2457.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626781362069696418" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Planet Snoopy was super fun for the girls and just the right amount of rides.  There was even more for the little ones to explore when we headed over to the area near the Corkscrew.  There is a little section there, just for kids as well.  There is also The Monster and The Ferris Wheel, which we also enjoyed.  I think this was Mallory's favorite part of the park.  She was able to ride all of the rides herself (even though she rode a couple with her cousin), she was on top of the world.  I will let the pictures speak for themselves...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HhXOK8FZcBc/ThZaa5DY8RI/AAAAAAAABQc/uCYAh5lUQ2U/s1600/IMG_2471.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HhXOK8FZcBc/ThZaa5DY8RI/AAAAAAAABQc/uCYAh5lUQ2U/s200/IMG_2471.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626784202484150546" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fAJTRoG1FPA/ThZabjIKiyI/AAAAAAAABQk/6mPUBjBKDco/s1600/IMG_2481.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fAJTRoG1FPA/ThZabjIKiyI/AAAAAAAABQk/6mPUBjBKDco/s200/IMG_2481.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626784213778467618" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xZn8gSyErJ0/ThZacH7d5vI/AAAAAAAABQs/k-ISxwDT3tU/s1600/IMG_2484.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xZn8gSyErJ0/ThZacH7d5vI/AAAAAAAABQs/k-ISxwDT3tU/s200/IMG_2484.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626784223657322226" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LvJ6zJA48i4/ThZacnlGJ7I/AAAAAAAABQ0/RwySaXSrRfI/s1600/IMG_2497.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LvJ6zJA48i4/ThZacnlGJ7I/AAAAAAAABQ0/RwySaXSrRfI/s200/IMG_2497.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626784232153425842" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;We ended the night at Steel Venom, this one is for the adults, but I think Mallory was ready to ride it anyway.  She &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;LOVED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt; watching it go roaring by, and got super excited when we took this picture, thinking it was the real seat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R40CVcyb-wU/ThZbj7kyyaI/AAAAAAAABQ8/ZSgZs0AXrmQ/s320/IMG_2506.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626785457291577762" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C42oqc6EGpg/ThZb5l1ofpI/AAAAAAAABRE/mBPa0-47F6c/s320/IMG_2513.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626785829413748370" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;For those of you that know me well, you remember that I worked at Valleyfair for a few years in the past.  I never knew how much fun this park really was.  I mean, we went a few years ago (before Mallory) and we had a good time, but nothing compares to this trip.  As a family, we bonded, laughed, I cried (of course), and had such a wonderful time, I did &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt; want this day to come to an end.  I am speechless about how well behaved our kids were.  A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;LL THREE OF THEM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt; were perfect children.  Not one meltdown, not one begging child, not even one tear.  It was an amazing day, I will never forget.  I don't think Mallory will either, she's been talking about Valleyfair ever since.&lt;/span&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/8580789776079310536-530221315369529108?l=mymalpal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymalpal.blogspot.com/feeds/530221315369529108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580789776079310536&amp;postID=530221315369529108' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580789776079310536/posts/default/530221315369529108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580789776079310536/posts/default/530221315369529108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymalpal.blogspot.com/2011/07/valleyfair.html' title='Valleyfair'/><author><name>Mallory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14944140971478672468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qixx6aYd8rI/Tg5CY8a9leI/AAAAAAAABO8/U0GKwxs3jKk/s220/mallory%2Bblog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HO6dQzxysLQ/ThZcMD03ZkI/AAAAAAAABRM/rSHHPYoMkIc/s72-c/IMG_2464.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580789776079310536.post-5954379528373524156</id><published>2011-06-23T20:19:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T20:43:11.628-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Building a Bridge</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Last fall we purchased a used Playstar play system from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.craigslist.org/about/sites"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Craigslist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;.  You can read all about that little adventure by clicking &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=8580789776079310536"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;.  Since spring we have been watching Mallory indulge  in her very own backyard swing set/playground.  The neighborhood kids really enjoy coming over and playing on/around it too, and since everyone in our neighborhood is 5 and under, Christopher and I took a long, hard look at the play system, to see how we could make it a little more toddler friendly for a while.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;On the far north end of the system is a small climbing wall.  Once to the top, there are series of rings to get you over to the clubhouse.  Mallory is way to short to even reach these rings, and much to young to have the strength to hold on to them all the way across.  None of the neighborhood kids have any problem climbing the wall, including Mallory, but not one of them can get across to the clubhouse on the rings.  Here are a few before pics...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-32RVYMbmLVs/TgPo7VGSUHI/AAAAAAAABOc/iKucGY7MUnE/s1600/IMG_2227.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-32RVYMbmLVs/TgPo7VGSUHI/AAAAAAAABOc/iKucGY7MUnE/s200/IMG_2227.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621592865861947506" style="cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xpTPyCDO5LM/TgPo732zmjI/AAAAAAAABOk/BjnVGe1_UyY/s1600/IMG_2228.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xpTPyCDO5LM/TgPo732zmjI/AAAAAAAABOk/BjnVGe1_UyY/s200/IMG_2228.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621592875192261170" style="cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;We decided to build a bridge.   It was not a very hard task, just took a little while to get all the supplies.  Once we got home from our never ending search for a kid friendly watering can, Christopher got to work. After getting the planks for the bridge measured and cut, after a quick run to the Ace Hardware for longer screws, and after some serious math to figure out the length of rope needed to make the sides of the bridge, he was done.  It only took a few hours, and wham!  Mallory had a "new" more toddler friend play system.  Not only did he build a bridge, but he added a few "rocks" on the climbing wall, hung the rings so they are not hanging in the kids faces as they cross the new bridge, and I put bumpers (cut up neon green swimming noodle) on all the cross pieces around the clubhouse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5sRaQxSt3DY/TgPqYWO-ljI/AAAAAAAABOs/Ot2Xz_w17T4/s1600/IMG_2237.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5sRaQxSt3DY/TgPqYWO-ljI/AAAAAAAABOs/Ot2Xz_w17T4/s200/IMG_2237.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621594463894672946" style="cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IkD9jnradtA/TgPqYk-RFLI/AAAAAAAABO0/6e-PgPBgLfk/s1600/IMG_2238.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IkD9jnradtA/TgPqYk-RFLI/AAAAAAAABO0/6e-PgPBgLfk/s200/IMG_2238.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621594467851113650" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Now all that is left to do is stain it.  I have been ready to do that for three weeks now, but mother nature has other ideas.  The neighborhood kids just love it.  They can play freely now and not have to rely on us to help them across the rings!  The best part is the bridge is a temporary fix, nothing too major or complicated so when Mallory &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;old enough and big enough to use the rings, we just burn the bridge.  HA HA!  &lt;/span&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/8580789776079310536-5954379528373524156?l=mymalpal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymalpal.blogspot.com/feeds/5954379528373524156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580789776079310536&amp;postID=5954379528373524156' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580789776079310536/posts/default/5954379528373524156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580789776079310536/posts/default/5954379528373524156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymalpal.blogspot.com/2011/06/building-bridge.html' title='Building a Bridge'/><author><name>Mallory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14944140971478672468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qixx6aYd8rI/Tg5CY8a9leI/AAAAAAAABO8/U0GKwxs3jKk/s220/mallory%2Bblog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-32RVYMbmLVs/TgPo7VGSUHI/AAAAAAAABOc/iKucGY7MUnE/s72-c/IMG_2227.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580789776079310536.post-1387842903502212833</id><published>2011-06-14T19:40:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T19:55:11.697-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I got a little gardener</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13.3333px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As most girls her age, Mallory is into pretty little flowers.  She just loves anything and everything that has to do with flowers.  Her daily outfit better have a flower on it somewhere, if not, she doesn't want to wear it.  This spring Mallory was very excited about planting flowers at our house.  I had been talking about it for a while, and how she could help me, however, the weather didn't cooperate, so we didn't get to it until as of late.  She had to be very patient.  About two weeks ago, we took a trip to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pahls.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pahl's Market &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and picked out our perennials for the season.  Mallory chose Geraniums.  She was a great help with planting the Geraniums and has been a good gardener every since.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tz3ew6bbm-Y/TfgBsMIugpI/AAAAAAAABOM/V0NK-plYbn4/s320/IMG_2112.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618242393828393618" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As a parting gift from the City of Eagan, my co-worker gave me a Gerbera Daisy.  They are one of my favorite flowers, and for those of you who remember, they were our wedding flower as well.  I want to make sure I take very good care of it, and keep it for as long as I can.  Mallory has been a great help with the Gerbera.  She checks on it every day and waters it with her watering can as to not "hurt it".  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lnG87plx-HY/TfgCIJdVL0I/AAAAAAAABOU/H68wMNjkyTQ/s320/IMG_2225.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618242874145845058" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's fun having a green thumb in the family.  I am not one and eventually kill just about every plant or flower given to me.  Hopefully this is a trend that she keeps as she gets older, so she can teach me a thing or two.  It's so fun to watch her take care of her flowers.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/8580789776079310536-1387842903502212833?l=mymalpal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymalpal.blogspot.com/feeds/1387842903502212833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580789776079310536&amp;postID=1387842903502212833' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580789776079310536/posts/default/1387842903502212833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580789776079310536/posts/default/1387842903502212833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymalpal.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-got-little-gardener.html' title='I got a little gardener'/><author><name>Mallory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14944140971478672468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qixx6aYd8rI/Tg5CY8a9leI/AAAAAAAABO8/U0GKwxs3jKk/s220/mallory%2Bblog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tz3ew6bbm-Y/TfgBsMIugpI/AAAAAAAABOM/V0NK-plYbn4/s72-c/IMG_2112.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580789776079310536.post-2238882669173430728</id><published>2011-06-03T20:18:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T21:05:07.241-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Memorial Day 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ULcHkbgXNdM/TemQqd7Kh3I/AAAAAAAABOE/P3NdilUO6TQ/s1600/IMG_2092.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;First off, mommy (me) has Mono.  Nice huh?  I was feeling really run down last week, and with symptoms of strep, I found myself waiting for two hours in urgent care on Memorial Day morning.  When the strep test came back negative, the doctor suggested a blood test, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;WHAM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;.  What was supposed to be my first week on a new diet, to get summer swimsuit ready, has been a week of rest, rest and more rest.  Oh and some vitamin C too.  With that being said, we tried to have a Memorial Day weekend at the cabin anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;This year was going to be especially fun because Grandma and Grandpa Hauer got a new pontoon last fall.  A 20 foot Sun Cruiser with bench seating, MP3 player stereo system, and a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;TOILET&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;!  It's actually a small corner of the pontoon, which can pop up with a curtain, so if you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt; to go, you could.  The toilet itself is like a camping toilet, nothing with running water.  Even so, very, very cool pontoon.  Here is daddy and Mallory, ready to for it's maiden voyage! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3P0DK893YWU/TemJ31pBhoI/AAAAAAAABMM/OVRSX3nXtq0/s320/IMG_2055.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614170002878989954" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;Once it was in the water, I got a &lt;b&gt;HUGE&lt;/b&gt; wave from Mallory and they were on they're way.  Across East (Big) Jefferson, through the channel and on the way to the cabin on Middle Jefferson.  Dad and I secured the trailer and headed back to the cabin from the public access, to wait for the captain and his first mate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;Pretty soon, we saw them coming along the shore, and with another big wave, they were at the dock, getting ready to set up on the lift.  We didn't get to take it out for another ride, well mostly because the weather was not favorable, and I was feeling terrible.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lBzBJVrWryI/TemK2ykyv7I/AAAAAAAABMU/ubDrgATdUgY/s320/IMG_2070.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614171084387696562" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3Mx8rZr7kDs/TemK3C3v5WI/AAAAAAAABMc/kJEbC0jMHfE/s320/IMG_2074.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614171088762168674" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WrWb5FTZW7w/TemK34AyjJI/AAAAAAAABMk/oNoEePepiX4/s320/IMG_2078.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614171103027170450" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/---VHZXATkdk/TemK4Upmw_I/AAAAAAAABMs/8xnKa09_EFs/s320/IMG_2079.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614171110714557426" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;We were able to do some "fishing" on Sunday morning from the dock.  I use " " when I say fishing, because Mallory's Dora fishing pole came with a plastic purple fish for practice and she has never really wanted to take it off.  So she goes "fishing" and catches a little purple fish every time.  Whatever works, she's having fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XWJhO2Q8DZI/TemNGXKhOkI/AAAAAAAABNE/U5bv_6HvSYg/s1600/IMG_2030.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XWJhO2Q8DZI/TemNGXKhOkI/AAAAAAAABNE/U5bv_6HvSYg/s320/IMG_2030.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614173550930901570" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Boj9A2fZbow/TemMqRDUtEI/AAAAAAAABM0/FRVDeUzC8e8/s1600/IMG_2037.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Boj9A2fZbow/TemMqRDUtEI/AAAAAAAABM0/FRVDeUzC8e8/s200/IMG_2037.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614173068253770818" style="cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt; &lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WoMLuLAJ2GA/TemMqzfjycI/AAAAAAAABM8/HB1ceRFnWW4/s200/IMG_2039.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614173077499005378" style="cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;After supper on Sunday, I made the decision to head home.  I was feeling more and more terrible by the hour, Christopher and Mallory were a little bored, and truth be told, I was longing for my own bed.  We packed up and headed back to Farmington.  That was an okay decision, because the neighbors were having a Memorial Day Party in their garage, so after transferring Mallory &lt;i&gt;and&lt;/i&gt; me to bed, Christopher was finally able to enjoy the long weekend a little.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;Memorial Day turned out to be pretty fun, even tho I just found out about the mono, I was able to sit and watch Mallory play, play, and play some more with the neighborhood kids.  She had a &lt;b&gt;B&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;LAST&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-size:small;"&gt;playing on the Slip and Slide, giving it a try for the first time!  She was so excited to be a part of it all, she kept running in circles screaming "I'm having so much fun!"  It was great to see her enjoying life and friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JlIrsVlLXSs/TemPK_PWx4I/AAAAAAAABNk/_G2tdOGjCAc/s1600/IMG_2090.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wEuKuWL1V5w/TemPJCb2zZI/AAAAAAAABNM/v5DRIgaqHnA/s200/IMG_2084.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614175795929337234" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JlIrsVlLXSs/TemPK_PWx4I/AAAAAAAABNk/_G2tdOGjCAc/s1600/IMG_2090.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9mF_AGWold4/TemPJn9fRxI/AAAAAAAABNU/keTOjalhNb4/s200/IMG_2085.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614175806002513682" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uN6rmsWU1Q4/TemPKAWdK2I/AAAAAAAABNc/u_vOO04wsPA/s200/IMG_2086.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614175812549684066" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px; " /&gt; &lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JlIrsVlLXSs/TemPK_PWx4I/AAAAAAAABNk/_G2tdOGjCAc/s200/IMG_2090.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614175829431338882" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;Lucy is one of our next door neighbors, she is five months older than Mallory.  They have become pretty good friends, and really enjoy each others company.  They decided to make a Cheetos buffet, all on their own.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MSOCkdmgKX4/TemP-W9QdkI/AAAAAAAABN0/f4QeAOE9FsI/s1600/IMG_2100.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MSOCkdmgKX4/TemP-W9QdkI/AAAAAAAABN0/f4QeAOE9FsI/s200/IMG_2100.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614176711971206722" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OI4pNSL-tdk/TemP9-0IENI/AAAAAAAABNs/BzxJyIXna0U/s1600/IMG_2098.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OI4pNSL-tdk/TemP9-0IENI/AAAAAAAABNs/BzxJyIXna0U/s200/IMG_2098.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614176705490456786" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&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:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;BESTIES! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K-nxjMeDZOA/TemQWPB0plI/AAAAAAAABN8/1LVoYd0gpRI/s320/IMG_2102.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614177122159732306" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-size:small;"&gt;Even though I was sick, and we didn't get to have our Memorial Day weekend, start to finish, at the cabin, it turned out just fine.  We all had a good time, and Mallory seemed to grow and mature a bit.  Watching her on the Slip and Slide, playing with all the neighborhood kids, and partaking in some picnic fun, was a bit overwhelming.  We seem to be at  point with her now where we can converse with the adults, while the children "go play".  Unreal.  I will leave you with one last photo that totally says K&lt;b&gt;ICK OFF TO SUMMER!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WrWb5FTZW7w/TemK34AyjJI/AAAAAAAABMk/oNoEePepiX4/s1600/IMG_2078.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WrWb5FTZW7w/TemK34AyjJI/AAAAAAAABMk/oNoEePepiX4/s1600/IMG_2078.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WrWb5FTZW7w/TemK34AyjJI/AAAAAAAABMk/oNoEePepiX4/s1600/IMG_2078.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:13.3333px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ULcHkbgXNdM/TemQqd7Kh3I/AAAAAAAABOE/P3NdilUO6TQ/s1600/IMG_2092.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ULcHkbgXNdM/TemQqd7Kh3I/AAAAAAAABOE/P3NdilUO6TQ/s400/IMG_2092.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614177469755721586" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 311px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&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/8580789776079310536-2238882669173430728?l=mymalpal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymalpal.blogspot.com/feeds/2238882669173430728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580789776079310536&amp;postID=2238882669173430728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580789776079310536/posts/default/2238882669173430728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580789776079310536/posts/default/2238882669173430728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymalpal.blogspot.com/2011/06/memorial-day-2011.html' title='Memorial Day 2011'/><author><name>Mallory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14944140971478672468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qixx6aYd8rI/Tg5CY8a9leI/AAAAAAAABO8/U0GKwxs3jKk/s220/mallory%2Bblog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3P0DK893YWU/TemJ31pBhoI/AAAAAAAABMM/OVRSX3nXtq0/s72-c/IMG_2055.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580789776079310536.post-2170361201803636115</id><published>2011-05-15T20:32:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T20:46:35.573-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Can I play on the Puter?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u3uYBrOYSu8/TdCBWqdffEI/AAAAAAAABL4/6WOLGkjc43I/s1600/DSC03790.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;I know most parents who read this blog, have kids and their kids use a computer.  Not a big deal for them anymore.  Even so, I am floored by this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1_CDCVHQaqI/TdCBW6_WMjI/AAAAAAAABMA/kptKc0B-sMs/s400/DSC03789.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607123766868324914" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;Mallory will be three years old at the end of July and she has no trouble navigating her way through certain things on the computer.  She plays games on Disney Junior and Fisher Price, while watching her favorite clips from various Disney movies on You Tube.  I used to have to set up each page for her and then she would be fine for a while on her own, but I no longer have to do that.  I just need to find the web page in question and she knows what to do from there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;Sometimes she gets caught up with the mouse, pushing it to far off the mouse pad, but other than that, she is very computer literate.  She understands what "click the mouse" means, even though I don't remember ever telling her what it mean.  She just knows!  I suppose this is a good thing, as computers will be a major part of her life.  Almost everything is web based these days, and once she is in school, having Internet access will be essential for Mallory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;She truly enjoys her computer time, as do I.  It gives me a little bit of time after dinner to do the dishes uninterrupted, and watch her learn.  Nothing beats watching Mallory learn.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u3uYBrOYSu8/TdCBWqdffEI/AAAAAAAABL4/6WOLGkjc43I/s400/DSC03790.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607123762431360066" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&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/8580789776079310536-2170361201803636115?l=mymalpal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymalpal.blogspot.com/feeds/2170361201803636115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580789776079310536&amp;postID=2170361201803636115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580789776079310536/posts/default/2170361201803636115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580789776079310536/posts/default/2170361201803636115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymalpal.blogspot.com/2011/05/can-i-play-on-puter.html' title='Can I play on the Puter?'/><author><name>Mallory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14944140971478672468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qixx6aYd8rI/Tg5CY8a9leI/AAAAAAAABO8/U0GKwxs3jKk/s220/mallory%2Bblog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1_CDCVHQaqI/TdCBW6_WMjI/AAAAAAAABMA/kptKc0B-sMs/s72-c/DSC03789.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580789776079310536.post-6315433561386267247</id><published>2011-05-09T09:21:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T09:51:31.079-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;For my third Mother's Day, Mallory and Christopher gave me a heart shaped locket necklace and Grandpa &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hauer&lt;/span&gt; took us out for brunch. Along with Grandma Dee, we headed down to Belle &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Plaine&lt;/span&gt;, where we enjoyed a massive spread of food at the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://vvgolf.net/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Valley View Golf Course&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt; along with a free mimosa that was EXCELLENT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0lm7iM4rFes/Tcf9NO2jh6I/AAAAAAAABLg/Lyspc2PRbzs/s1600/DSC03785.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604726665052915618" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0lm7iM4rFes/Tcf9NO2jh6I/AAAAAAAABLg/Lyspc2PRbzs/s200/DSC03785.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g7LauwNY49Q/Tcf9WZpb4rI/AAAAAAAABLo/Ex0SIY557Vc/s1600/DSC03781.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604726822569501362" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g7LauwNY49Q/Tcf9WZpb4rI/AAAAAAAABLo/Ex0SIY557Vc/s200/DSC03781.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Mallory was the picture perfect child, full of hugs and kisses for everyone! She enjoyed her brunch and ate all of the watermelon from the salad bar! Seriously, they had to refill the fresh fruit after we went through. After brunch, we sat around chatting and that is when I realized, although my family is small, they are all I ever need. Good, bad, happy or sad. They are my family and I love them so very, very much. It was such a great time together. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604727209314502978" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wKcxBPiIGYE/Tcf9s6YoSUI/AAAAAAAABLw/ojpnfJiiPQ4/s320/DSC03783.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Usually for supper, Christopher cooks and I clean up. It's a deal we made years ago when we were first married. Last night however, I didn't have to clean! I got to enjoy a glass (or two) of Sangria after supper and Christopher washed the dishes and put everything away. What a treat! What a mellow, totally wonderful, wouldn't change a thing, kind of day! &lt;/span&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/8580789776079310536-6315433561386267247?l=mymalpal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymalpal.blogspot.com/feeds/6315433561386267247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580789776079310536&amp;postID=6315433561386267247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580789776079310536/posts/default/6315433561386267247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580789776079310536/posts/default/6315433561386267247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymalpal.blogspot.com/2011/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Mallory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14944140971478672468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qixx6aYd8rI/Tg5CY8a9leI/AAAAAAAABO8/U0GKwxs3jKk/s220/mallory%2Bblog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0lm7iM4rFes/Tcf9NO2jh6I/AAAAAAAABLg/Lyspc2PRbzs/s72-c/DSC03785.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580789776079310536.post-5512528863391759728</id><published>2011-04-30T10:56:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T11:27:55.617-05:00</updated><title type='text'>PCRA Rodeo and the Minnesota Horse Expo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Grandpa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hauer&lt;/span&gt; won some tickets to the 2011 Minnesota Horse Expo, which also included two tickets to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;PCRA&lt;/span&gt; Rodeo.  He was gracious enough to give them to Mallory, so off we went.  The even was held at the Lee and Rose Warner Coliseum on the State Fair Grounds, Friday April 29&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;.  We didn't get to take in as much of the Expo as we would have liked due to time constraints and the fact it was windy and raining a little bit when we arrived.  Because of the weather, most of the stands had closed up shop. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;I can't remember the last time I went to a rodeo, but I am fairly certain I have seen one, I think when I was in grade school maybe?  Christopher said he saw one in Colorado when he was a kid.  Because both of our experiences were so long ago, this made for a perfect family event!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Mallory was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;VERY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt; excited about seeing the horses, calves and bulls.  She was the star of our section and row, roping (ha ha) others into her enthusiasm.  Unfortunately she is still afraid of the flash on our camera, so we have not been able to get very many pictures of her lately.  We had to sneak this one in....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pxSlget4YuM/Tbw0UehIwYI/AAAAAAAABLQ/_rOa4d5tH7s/s400/IMG_1756.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601409562936131970" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;It was a lot of fun, watching the cowboys do their thing, it made us realize this is one tough sport!  I was a little worried it might be too violent for Mallory, but the only part that was a little harsh was the Calf Roping and the Steer Wrestling,  but after the first Calf was roped, she said loudly "let's watch another one!"  So, we did and we had a great time as a family!  Thanks Grandpa (Dad) for the tickets and for thinking of us.  It was a lot of fun to try something new! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/8580789776079310536-5512528863391759728?l=mymalpal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymalpal.blogspot.com/feeds/5512528863391759728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580789776079310536&amp;postID=5512528863391759728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580789776079310536/posts/default/5512528863391759728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580789776079310536/posts/default/5512528863391759728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymalpal.blogspot.com/2011/04/pcra-rodeo-and-minnesota-horse-expo.html' title='PCRA Rodeo and the Minnesota Horse Expo'/><author><name>Mallory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14944140971478672468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qixx6aYd8rI/Tg5CY8a9leI/AAAAAAAABO8/U0GKwxs3jKk/s220/mallory%2Bblog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pxSlget4YuM/Tbw0UehIwYI/AAAAAAAABLQ/_rOa4d5tH7s/s72-c/IMG_1756.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580789776079310536.post-3839987896687356526</id><published>2011-04-24T08:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T07:50:07.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Easter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Happy Easter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hSl-JJfjOHY/TbLP87DS1QI/AAAAAAAABKY/yjZ21pQVowY/s1600/Scan%2B110930000.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hSl-JJfjOHY/TbLP87DS1QI/AAAAAAAABKY/yjZ21pQVowY/s400/Scan%2B110930000.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598765932325557506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;Mallor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;y&lt;/span&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/8580789776079310536-3839987896687356526?l=mymalpal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymalpal.blogspot.com/feeds/3839987896687356526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580789776079310536&amp;postID=3839987896687356526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580789776079310536/posts/default/3839987896687356526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580789776079310536/posts/default/3839987896687356526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymalpal.blogspot.com/2011/04/happy-easter.html' title='Happy Easter'/><author><name>Mallory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14944140971478672468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qixx6aYd8rI/Tg5CY8a9leI/AAAAAAAABO8/U0GKwxs3jKk/s220/mallory%2Bblog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hSl-JJfjOHY/TbLP87DS1QI/AAAAAAAABKY/yjZ21pQVowY/s72-c/Scan%2B110930000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580789776079310536.post-5885771265484200748</id><published>2011-04-23T08:13:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T08:30:33.153-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CyPRyIZL9ww/TbLTJopUc5I/AAAAAAAABK4/EBQKDTsrl4w/s200/IMG_1676.JPG'/><title type='text'>Coloring Easter Eggs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Last night Christopher and I helped Mallory color Easter eggs for the first time.  Unfortunately we're going through a spell in which Mallory does not like the flash on or camera, so taking pictures is difficult and we have to be sneaky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ngscGqFJ-ek/TbLTIeWtUAI/AAAAAAAABKo/YNRXZ2wLDaI/s200/IMG_1671.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598769429315670018" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NsjrFrWvTWU/TbLTIvSPhJI/AAAAAAAABKw/1aDE3FBFXWM/s200/IMG_1672.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598769433860342930" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0g1s2VHY0WM/TbLTKLkvlsI/AAAAAAAABLA/5p1BSLzFs88/s200/IMG_1681.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598769458634004162" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px; " /&gt; &lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CyPRyIZL9ww/TbLTJopUc5I/AAAAAAAABK4/EBQKDTsrl4w/s200/IMG_1676.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598769449257956242" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;She did pretty good, but lost a little interest about half way through.  Even so, we had a lot of fun trying different concoctions of dye and using the egg wraps.  Over all, I am pleased with how they turned out.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4fyfrm3MjvU/TbLUM-6g7DI/AAAAAAAABLI/gwfwkfvGw7E/s320/IMG_1689.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598770606286892082" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;The best egg was done by Christopher.  It looks tie-dyed and both Mallory and I thought it was really cool! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-89KWU2tB2c8/TbLSIDRWBkI/AAAAAAAABKg/s_sFzyrNdJE/s320/IMG_1685.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598768322533787202" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&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/8580789776079310536-5885771265484200748?l=mymalpal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymalpal.blogspot.com/feeds/5885771265484200748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580789776079310536&amp;postID=5885771265484200748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580789776079310536/posts/default/5885771265484200748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580789776079310536/posts/default/5885771265484200748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymalpal.blogspot.com/2011/04/coloring-easter-eggs.html' title='Coloring Easter Eggs'/><author><name>Mallory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14944140971478672468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qixx6aYd8rI/Tg5CY8a9leI/AAAAAAAABO8/U0GKwxs3jKk/s220/mallory%2Bblog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ngscGqFJ-ek/TbLTIeWtUAI/AAAAAAAABKo/YNRXZ2wLDaI/s72-c/IMG_1671.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580789776079310536.post-4235782521261565050</id><published>2011-04-04T18:24:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T18:28:18.050-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Shhhh, the baby is sleeping!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;I was scolded this morning because I was NOT being quiet and all three of Mallory's babies were sleeping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pZcir4gfsiQ/TZpTrZyqDxI/AAAAAAAABKI/Y2QVzin2zfE/s400/IMG_1613.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591873892456730386" /&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kX2UCE50FBM/TZpTrMwT2sI/AAAAAAAABKA/teM2cqKhdog/s400/IMG_1612.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591873888957225666" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;She set this up all on her own.  So cute and too funny! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580789776079310536-4235782521261565050?l=mymalpal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymalpal.blogspot.com/feeds/4235782521261565050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580789776079310536&amp;postID=4235782521261565050' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580789776079310536/posts/default/4235782521261565050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580789776079310536/posts/default/4235782521261565050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymalpal.blogspot.com/2011/04/shhhh-baby-is-sleeping.html' title='Shhhh, the baby is sleeping!'/><author><name>Mallory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14944140971478672468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qixx6aYd8rI/Tg5CY8a9leI/AAAAAAAABO8/U0GKwxs3jKk/s220/mallory%2Bblog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pZcir4gfsiQ/TZpTrZyqDxI/AAAAAAAABKI/Y2QVzin2zfE/s72-c/IMG_1613.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580789776079310536.post-5967259088701813809</id><published>2011-03-25T14:55:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T19:28:00.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Baking Cookies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Christopher likes to use the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;snow blower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;, so he is usually the one working on the ends of the neighborhood driveways after the plow goes through and ruins all the hard work you just did. Our wonderful neighbors brought over a thank you for that snow removal the other day. It was so nice to receive something so thoughtful. Included in the thank you was a Barnes and Noble gift card and a toy cookie baking set for Mallory. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I had no idea how seriously she would take this cookie baking, but she is having a lot of fun with her new toy, while being serious about baking. HA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Two years ago for Christmas, Christopher and I got Mallory Elmo's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Restaurant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;. You can refresh your memory about it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://mymalpal.blogspot.com/2010/01/christmas-2009new-years-2010.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;. I wasn't aware that this particular &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Restaurant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; could be used for said cookie baking as well, but it can and it's being used! Here is a little run down of how Mallory "bakes her cookies".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;1. Remove the dough from the tube.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;2. Slice off said cookies and place them on the cookie sheet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;3. Take the cookies and put them in the oven. (In this case, the cookie sheet does not fit in the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;oven, so she puts them under the oven) Don't forget your hot pad!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;4. Wait for them to bake, when the timer dings, take out the cookies. Again, don't forget your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;hot pad!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;5. Serve the cookies with your spatula!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); "&gt;Here is a video of Mallory baking cookies....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; "&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-799de4e9f1c9d04" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0799de4e9f1c9d04%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330099105%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6B6279769C1246E73698B8689AE2D75D5618BB4.76D592193006D47378E12E10FE188427BAEB26A0%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D799de4e9f1c9d04%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dl7XGCRELzfHJm-_8twWohMx4TPE&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0799de4e9f1c9d04%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330099105%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6B6279769C1246E73698B8689AE2D75D5618BB4.76D592193006D47378E12E10FE188427BAEB26A0%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D799de4e9f1c9d04%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dl7XGCRELzfHJm-_8twWohMx4TPE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-size: large; "&gt;I could watch her do this over and over again! My absolute favorite part of this is Mallory using the hot pad. I just can't get enough of it! I am so glad ou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;r neighbors were so thoughtful and included Mallory in their thank you. She just &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;LOVES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt; baking cookies!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/8580789776079310536-5967259088701813809?l=mymalpal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymalpal.blogspot.com/feeds/5967259088701813809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580789776079310536&amp;postID=5967259088701813809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580789776079310536/posts/default/5967259088701813809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580789776079310536/posts/default/5967259088701813809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymalpal.blogspot.com/2011/03/baking-cookies.html' title='Baking Cookies'/><author><name>Mallory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14944140971478672468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qixx6aYd8rI/Tg5CY8a9leI/AAAAAAAABO8/U0GKwxs3jKk/s220/mallory%2Bblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580789776079310536.post-1351698801917395478</id><published>2011-03-06T14:49:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T15:26:17.205-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Eagan Community Center and The Blast</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;Almost six years ago, Christopher and I got married at the Eagan Community Center.  I have been wanting to partake in some of the activities it offers ever since then.  Now that we have little miss Mallory, I finally have the excuse to get over there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;Monday through Friday they have pre-school open gym which includes time in The Blast.  The Blast is a smaller version of Adventure Peak, which we have also been to this winter.  Friday morning, Mallory and I got an early start and after a pit stop at Target for a few household items, we headed to the ECC.  For three dollars, you get unlimited access to both the open gym and The Blast for two hours.  What a great deal!  We started with The Blast...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eFAX70S2Ks8/TXP0h6JFxDI/AAAAAAAABJQ/hND0Nu8NyuE/s320/IMG_1332.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581073226622420018" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MSdLOxOfql0/TXP0iE181yI/AAAAAAAABJY/X1g8oilj5HA/s320/IMG_1337.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581073229494933282" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;Things were going well until Mallory got herself into a little area she couldn't get out of on her own.  She got a little scared and started to cry, but as soon as I came to the rescue, she mellowed out and enjoyed the ride down the curvy slide to the bottom.  After recovering from her wrong turn in The Blast, we headed to the gym to run around and see what they had available there.  Along with several different kinds of balls to play with, they had hockey sticks, nets, bowling pins and soft kick balls.  Mallory really enjoyed the bowling pins, and decided to throw a few frames.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZqFfPQY4hlI/TXP7Ynm69lI/AAAAAAAABJg/6Uio4MOsqjw/s1600/IMG_1354.JPG"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZqFfPQY4hlI/TXP7Ynm69lI/AAAAAAAABJg/6Uio4MOsqjw/s200/IMG_1354.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581080763609839186" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4Fx1XMjU_2o/TXP7ZBj13BI/AAAAAAAABJo/McHQKNRlvC4/s1600/IMG_1340.JPG"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4Fx1XMjU_2o/TXP7ZBj13BI/AAAAAAAABJo/McHQKNRlvC4/s200/IMG_1340.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581080770576243730" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-smDv9SI3eEc/TXP7ZbVwCQI/AAAAAAAABJw/OP0eBoAV1Gw/s1600/IMG_1346.JPG"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-smDv9SI3eEc/TXP7ZbVwCQI/AAAAAAAABJw/OP0eBoAV1Gw/s200/IMG_1346.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581080777496463618" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JHi3MaDnPto/TXP7Zl6CneI/AAAAAAAABJ4/5RiD5WXa6j8/s1600/IMG_1351.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JHi3MaDnPto/TXP7Zl6CneI/AAAAAAAABJ4/5RiD5WXa6j8/s200/IMG_1351.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581080780333030882" style="cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;I should mention as had a nice surprise while we were at the ECC.  Grandma Dee and her friend walk there every day, so we were able to spend a little time with her while we were there as well.  What a great treat as she played hockey with Mallory for a little bit!  Thanks Grandma Dee! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;We had a great morning, and I couldn't be happier with the amount of fun you can have for such a reasonable price!  I am certain we will go again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580789776079310536-1351698801917395478?l=mymalpal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymalpal.blogspot.com/feeds/1351698801917395478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580789776079310536&amp;postID=1351698801917395478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580789776079310536/posts/default/1351698801917395478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580789776079310536/posts/default/1351698801917395478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymalpal.blogspot.com/2011/03/eagan-community-center-and-blast.html' title='Eagan Community Center and The Blast'/><author><name>Mallory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14944140971478672468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qixx6aYd8rI/Tg5CY8a9leI/AAAAAAAABO8/U0GKwxs3jKk/s220/mallory%2Bblog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eFAX70S2Ks8/TXP0h6JFxDI/AAAAAAAABJQ/hND0Nu8NyuE/s72-c/IMG_1332.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580789776079310536.post-2825281647478365654</id><published>2011-03-03T22:34:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T22:51:15.559-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Gymnastics 2.0</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  color: rgb(204, 51, 204); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Here we go again, another round of Gymnastics started for Mallory last night.  It's the same class as our last session, with a few new faces and a few repeats.  She's been talking about it all week, and could &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; sit still last night waiting for the class to begin.  The biggest difference this time around, Mallory was one of the "big kids" in her class, last time she was one of the youngest.  She's a natural born leader and went first every time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Our teacher last night was one of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Farmington&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; High School Gymnastics assistant coaches.  His name was Nick.  He did wonderful with all the kids and Mallory just loved Nick.  She was following him around like a little girl with a big crush and for one of the few times in her life, she actually sat still and listened to his directions.  It was really sweet.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EnMhjC60n0Y/TXBt-TfuG9I/AAAAAAAABIo/LwVocTZcbog/s200/IMG_1272.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580080855464680402" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9gkO6toz9Ns/TXBt-7mEv8I/AAAAAAAABIw/-ECiydMBqhY/s200/IMG_1274.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580080866228748226" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jTgqyfkNi0A/TXBt_a_XbSI/AAAAAAAABI4/3e4FoDAvBBU/s1600/IMG_1281.JPG"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jTgqyfkNi0A/TXBt_a_XbSI/AAAAAAAABI4/3e4FoDAvBBU/s200/IMG_1281.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580080874656328994" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ohv9NHypC2s/TXBt_vVWkKI/AAAAAAAABJA/lM7t1Oo3q9A/s1600/IMG_1279.JPG"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ohv9NHypC2s/TXBt_vVWkKI/AAAAAAAABJA/lM7t1Oo3q9A/s200/IMG_1279.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580080880117256354" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When he kids finish a particular event, they are to stand up straight and tall, put their arms up in the air and say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; TA DA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;.  Most kids will say it, but Mallory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; SHOUTS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; it.  She had so much fun, a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Christopher and I both really enjoyed watching our little gymnast last night.  It's only been eight weeks since her last gymnastics session ended, but she seems to have really grown between then and now.  She can complete all of the required moves and events with ease and she listens.  We are looking forward to Wednesday nights for the next two months!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);   -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:15.8333px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1nk6Z1J1-2c/TXButN6NUaI/AAAAAAAABJI/nkdwMTspSg8/s400/IMG_1309.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580081661419016610" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/8580789776079310536-2825281647478365654?l=mymalpal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymalpal.blogspot.com/feeds/2825281647478365654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580789776079310536&amp;postID=2825281647478365654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580789776079310536/posts/default/2825281647478365654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580789776079310536/posts/default/2825281647478365654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymalpal.blogspot.com/2011/03/gymnastics-20.html' title='Gymnastics 2.0'/><author><name>Mallory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14944140971478672468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qixx6aYd8rI/Tg5CY8a9leI/AAAAAAAABO8/U0GKwxs3jKk/s220/mallory%2Bblog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EnMhjC60n0Y/TXBt-TfuG9I/AAAAAAAABIo/LwVocTZcbog/s72-c/IMG_1272.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580789776079310536.post-5888646972930683377</id><published>2011-02-14T10:56:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T10:59:02.107-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hwQfzdRy2tc/TVlfFn2hfVI/AAAAAAAABIg/w6dWR_jN_YE/s1600/IMG_1053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hwQfzdRy2tc/TVlfFn2hfVI/AAAAAAAABIg/w6dWR_jN_YE/s400/IMG_1053.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573590564049354066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;HAPPY VALENTINES DAY!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;LOVE, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;MALLORY&lt;/span&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/8580789776079310536-5888646972930683377?l=mymalpal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymalpal.blogspot.com/feeds/5888646972930683377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580789776079310536&amp;postID=5888646972930683377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580789776079310536/posts/default/5888646972930683377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580789776079310536/posts/default/5888646972930683377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymalpal.blogspot.com/2011/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Mallory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14944140971478672468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qixx6aYd8rI/Tg5CY8a9leI/AAAAAAAABO8/U0GKwxs3jKk/s220/mallory%2Bblog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hwQfzdRy2tc/TVlfFn2hfVI/AAAAAAAABIg/w6dWR_jN_YE/s72-c/IMG_1053.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580789776079310536.post-8589457377747843328</id><published>2011-02-13T15:47:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T16:07:06.697-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Edinborough Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;After a "perfect timing" invite to enjoy breakfast with the Hammerberg's at The Original Pancake House in Edina, we decided to head to Edinborough Park for the morning/afternoon.  We've been there once before, but Mallory was too small to take part in the main attraction called Adventure Peak.  She's not to small anymore!  We spent almost the entire two hours there crawling up, over, in, through, down, around, under, behind, and on top of everything and anything inside this monster.  See for yourself.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E6V72dhXeXc/TVhTRghl7uI/AAAAAAAABH4/ERrhr2UnNvg/s400/IMG_0965.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573296099124702946" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:15.8333px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eRjS1nUNWGE/TVhVZn3SLwI/AAAAAAAABIQ/2kyWiUDVFA4/s1600/IMG_0987.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eRjS1nUNWGE/TVhVZn3SLwI/AAAAAAAABIQ/2kyWiUDVFA4/s200/IMG_0987.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573298437556940546" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15.8333px; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lTHX5qWqLqM/TVhVoX0P_tI/AAAAAAAABIY/QwqIAHqj42Y/s1600/IMG_0966.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lTHX5qWqLqM/TVhVoX0P_tI/AAAAAAAABIY/QwqIAHqj42Y/s200/IMG_0966.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573298690947284690" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15.8333px; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lTHX5qWqLqM/TVhVoX0P_tI/AAAAAAAABIY/QwqIAHqj42Y/s1600/IMG_0966.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 15.8333px; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); "&gt;The other time spent there was in the kid friendly open gym, where they have all kinds of bouncy balls, scooter chairs, a bounce house and traffic cones to play with.  Mallory didn't waste anytime getting to business on the scooters.  She was happy to be pushed around by me, while I got a "workout" in and then she took on the role of the "big kid" and pushed Evan all over the place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:15.8333px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0aPaqUA_9tk/TVhUdDreCaI/AAAAAAAABIA/NYECe3dI07o/s1600/IMG_0956.JPG"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0aPaqUA_9tk/TVhUdDreCaI/AAAAAAAABIA/NYECe3dI07o/s200/IMG_0956.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573297397051558306" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VH7j8432sRs/TVhUdaV8p3I/AAAAAAAABII/3P1-Nk49nKA/s1600/IMG_1017.JPG"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VH7j8432sRs/TVhUdaV8p3I/AAAAAAAABII/3P1-Nk49nKA/s200/IMG_1017.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573297403135305586" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We had a lot of fun watching the kids play, and playing with the kids!  I can't believe how big they are getting.  I know that's a bit cliche of a statement, but I am totally serious!  These kids are growing like weeds and while Mallory is starting to become a little girl and coming out of the toddler stage, we get to stay in tune with it, because Evan is right in the thick if it.  Old friends, happy kids = good times!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580789776079310536-8589457377747843328?l=mymalpal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymalpal.blogspot.com/feeds/8589457377747843328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580789776079310536&amp;postID=8589457377747843328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580789776079310536/posts/default/8589457377747843328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580789776079310536/posts/default/8589457377747843328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymalpal.blogspot.com/2011/02/edinborough-park.html' title='Edinborough Park'/><author><name>Mallory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14944140971478672468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qixx6aYd8rI/Tg5CY8a9leI/AAAAAAAABO8/U0GKwxs3jKk/s220/mallory%2Bblog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E6V72dhXeXc/TVhTRghl7uI/AAAAAAAABH4/ERrhr2UnNvg/s72-c/IMG_0965.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580789776079310536.post-7333992239581950630</id><published>2011-01-20T18:17:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T18:39:39.652-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Swimming Lessons 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TTjUqc3OqJI/AAAAAAAABHs/iNaQWG32G9Y/s1600/IMG_0802.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;It's winter and being stuck inside with a case of cabin fever is the norm in the Great State of Minnesota.  With us being no exception, we are once again looking for activities outside of the house to partake in.  Anytime we can find something that is fun and gives Mallory a chance to learn on top of it all, we'll take it.  This is the case with Swimming Lessons.  This is Mallory's third series of lessons. This time we are registered with the Red Cross certified lessons through Farmington Community Education.  This is a perfect way to get the combination needed to cure the winter blues.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TTjUps34sjI/AAAAAAAABHc/NSjS4OhsQJM/s320/IMG_0757.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564431152501535282" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;We've only had two sessions so far this time around, and unfortunately the pool water temperature is quite cold.  This makes it hard for Mallory to stay interested because she is so focused on being cold and doesn't want to try any of the skills they are trying to teach.  She is too busy clinging to Christopher or I to stay warm.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TTjUqMsJDnI/AAAAAAAABHk/_o2meKkPay0/s320/IMG_0775.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564431161042210418" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;I am starting to think this will be the last time we enroll her in Community Ed lessons.  While they have been really good for us so far, I think Mallory has gotten all she can from these sessions as they appear to be repeating themselves.  They also do not have a class advancement until she is four years old.  That means at least two more sessions/years of the same style class, learning the same skills she already knows.  I believe we will be looking into a private swim school from now on, or until she is a little older.  Either way, she usually has some fun in the pool, the instructors are wonderful and patient and Mallory always takes great naps on the days we have lessons.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TTjUqc3OqJI/AAAAAAAABHs/iNaQWG32G9Y/s1600/IMG_0802.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TTjUqc3OqJI/AAAAAAAABHs/iNaQWG32G9Y/s320/IMG_0802.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564431165383682194" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&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/8580789776079310536-7333992239581950630?l=mymalpal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymalpal.blogspot.com/feeds/7333992239581950630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580789776079310536&amp;postID=7333992239581950630' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580789776079310536/posts/default/7333992239581950630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580789776079310536/posts/default/7333992239581950630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymalpal.blogspot.com/2011/01/swimming-lessons-2011.html' title='Swimming Lessons 2011'/><author><name>Mallory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14944140971478672468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qixx6aYd8rI/Tg5CY8a9leI/AAAAAAAABO8/U0GKwxs3jKk/s220/mallory%2Bblog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TTjUps34sjI/AAAAAAAABHc/NSjS4OhsQJM/s72-c/IMG_0757.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580789776079310536.post-3657101345808124434</id><published>2011-01-10T22:39:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T23:17:02.611-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Gophers Go!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I've been a big fan of the Gophers Women's Basketball team for a few years now, and I usually try to get to at least one home game at The Barn during the season.  Christopher is not a fan of basketball, but is very understanding of my love of the game, so he suggested I take Mallory to a game with me.  I took his suggestion and off we went.  It was on Wednesday night, January 5th against the Iowa Hawkeyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Mallory had a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;BLAST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;.  She was in excitement overload when we first arrived.  What toddler wouldn't be?  The band was blaring, there were cheerleaders jumping around all over the floor, and the teams were warming up.  Lots of movement and noise, she didn't know where to look first!  We found our seats, got situated just in time for national anthem.  Once the anthem was over, we sat and waited for the game to start. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TSvk-JNpq0I/AAAAAAAABG0/Z5U8mUBggO8/s320/IMG_0599.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560789921195207490" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;During the first break in action, Mallory was checking out the scenery and making friends with our neighboring fans, when there he was.  Standing tall, dark and furry in the shadow.  He pointed at her, she pointed back and the connection was made.  Goldy the Gopher was less than 20 feet away.  Mallory was a bit stunned.  She wasn't quite sure what to make out of this furry creature who had just befriended her. They had a silent interaction, blew kisses to each other and then it was over.  For the rest of the night, she was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;VERY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;aware of Goldy's whereabouts.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TSvlZzoJaQI/AAAAAAAABG8/ttbjsS6TN3s/s320/IMG_0611.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560790396437096706" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;The game carried on, Mallory enjoyed a popcorn and cookie treat, and we watched the girls play basketball.  I could not and still can not believe how much Mallory actually paid attention to the game.  She was shouting out the numbers on the back of the jerseys, the ones she knew anyway.  She was like a color commentator.  She was telling me all the girls actions, like "look, girls running" and "I see a ball, now it's in the air".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;The half-time show was such a treat.  It was a youth group called the Alexandria Aces, and they were like the Harlem Globetrotters.  It was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;CRAZY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;how good these kids were.  I was frozen just watching all the moves and antics.  They must train really hard because they were really, really good.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TSvlwfeJtSI/AAAAAAAABHE/Srw6XyBaGJ8/s320/IMG_0642.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560790786163455266" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Because the seats around us during half-time were empty, Mallory had a little bit if walking room, but she didn't do any walking, she just stood there watching the Aces do their thing.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TSvl_O5RvtI/AAAAAAAABHM/sAX-VMChWYY/s320/IMG_0644.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560791039411863250" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;The best part of our evening was towards the end, when the cheerleaders throw small basketballs out into the crowd.  We stood up, mother and daughter, started clapping our hands and screaming loudly and sure enough, we were able to catch the eye of one of the cheerleaders, so Mallory got her very first basketball, or "bak - est- ball" as she calls it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);  -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TSvmReuexgI/AAAAAAAABHU/CvR22qI57Xo/s320/IMG_0655.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560791352899192322" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);  -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;She was so proud.  I think she would've slept with it, if I let her.  It was amazing seeing Mallory enjoy the game and everything that comes with a college sporting event.  She took it all in and then some.  She seemed to really enjoy herself, she was a perfect little angel the entire time, and I was a proud mommy.  Even though the Gopher's lost the game, it was fun anyway.  I didn't take her to see a victory (although it would've been nice), I took her to bond and to enjoy something together at mother and daughter, and boy did we enjoy it, and each other.      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/8580789776079310536-3657101345808124434?l=mymalpal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymalpal.blogspot.com/feeds/3657101345808124434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580789776079310536&amp;postID=3657101345808124434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580789776079310536/posts/default/3657101345808124434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580789776079310536/posts/default/3657101345808124434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymalpal.blogspot.com/2011/01/go-gophers-go.html' title='Go Gophers Go!'/><author><name>Mallory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14944140971478672468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qixx6aYd8rI/Tg5CY8a9leI/AAAAAAAABO8/U0GKwxs3jKk/s220/mallory%2Bblog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TSvk-JNpq0I/AAAAAAAABG0/Z5U8mUBggO8/s72-c/IMG_0599.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580789776079310536.post-9034772183917329668</id><published>2011-01-02T18:37:00.016-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T22:41:11.246-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TSEou-oHDEI/AAAAAAAABGs/AyDEnGQufYo/s1600/IMG_0580.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;This post is late because it's been a really busy couple of weeks, not just for me, but for everyone.  It's the holidays after all!  So with that excuse I will begin to fill you in on Mallory's Christmas and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt; New Year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;Grandma Dee was going to be in Cancun (lucky duck) over Christmas with Uncle Scott, Aunt Cindy and their kids Hunter and Mackenzie, so we needed to celebrate Christmas with Grandma Dee before she left on her winter vacation.  She invited us over to her place, the week before Christmas, for dinner and PRESENTS!  This would be Mallory's first opportunity to open presents for Christmas, so once we informed her that is what she would be doing, that was all that was on hr mind.  Good thing we opened presents before we ate dinner, I don't think she would've have been able to wait.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;From Grandma Dee Mallory received a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.google.com/products/catalog?client=safari&amp;amp;rls=en&amp;amp;q=furry+frenzies&amp;amp;oe=UTF-8&amp;amp;um=1&amp;amp;ie=UTF-8&amp;amp;cid=18268802201999204151&amp;amp;ei=jhshTeapDuifnwfKk6DVDQ&amp;amp;sa=X&amp;amp;oi=product_catalog_result&amp;amp;ct=result&amp;amp;resnum=1&amp;amp;ved=0CB8Q8wIwAA#ps-sellers"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;Furry Frenzie Scoot and Scurry Cit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;y, and a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://shop.leapfrog.com/leapfrog/jump/Tag-Junior/category/Tag-Junior?q_facetTrail=9004%3AlfPreschoolToys&amp;amp;q_docSort=&amp;amp;addFacet=9004%3ATag-Junior"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;Leap Frog Tag Junior,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt; along with four books.  She had a blast ripping open her presents, building her Scoot and Scurry City with Daddy and cuddling with Grandma Dee.  It was a nice way to kick of the Christmas week.  Oh and we've been told, Grandma Dee had a GREAT time on her Christmas vacation!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TSEecEJkA-I/AAAAAAAABEk/W0KsidkGcDM/s1600/IMG_0158.JPG"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TSEecEJkA-I/AAAAAAAABEk/W0KsidkGcDM/s200/IMG_0158.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557756882650924002" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TSEe3pImNlI/AAAAAAAABE0/LZf4_boB62c/s1600/IMG_0164.JPG"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TSEe3pImNlI/AAAAAAAABE0/LZf4_boB62c/s200/IMG_0164.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557757356435453522" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TSEecEJkA-I/AAAAAAAABEk/W0KsidkGcDM/s1600/IMG_0158.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TSEeb7vvC_I/AAAAAAAABEc/Y9loJd2kFZM/s200/IMG_0163.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557756880395111410" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TSEecgCd6TI/AAAAAAAABEs/_JRNJI0rYkQ/s200/IMG_0185.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557756890137356594" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;Christmas Eve was just the three of us, so we ventured out to Roseville and had dinner at Joe's Crab Shack.  We had a lot of fun, just the three of us, as a family.  Christopher and I had talked to Santa to see if he could stop by our house early, while we were gone to dinner, since we were going to be up very early on Christmas Day, and on our way down to the farm for church first and then Christmas.  There was no way we would have time in the morning, before we left to open any presents he may be leaving for Mallory.  Santa said he would check his list, and as long as Mallory was on the Nice list, he would stop in early for us.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;So, we left out milk and cookies for Santa, hoping he would drop by.  He didn't disappoint!  When we got home, Mallory promptly advised us that Santa had come indeed!  She was speechless, literally speechless.  She just stood and started at all the presents and then quietly asked us if they were for her.  Yes Mallory, Santa brought all of these presents for you, have at it!  She got everything she asked for, especially her number one item, a Pillow Pet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TSEecEJkA-I/AAAAAAAABEk/W0KsidkGcDM/s1600/IMG_0158.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TSEhchLVJnI/AAAAAAAABE8/EI_LfzO6xMo/s1600/IMG_0384.JPG"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TSEhchLVJnI/AAAAAAAABE8/EI_LfzO6xMo/s200/IMG_0384.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557760188977849970" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TSEhc4JVc_I/AAAAAAAABFE/Ctvqz_-fgug/s1600/IMG_0399.JPG"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TSEhc4JVc_I/AAAAAAAABFE/Ctvqz_-fgug/s200/IMG_0399.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557760195143496690" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TSEiNBqBgdI/AAAAAAAABFU/cHgwVsAWQJE/s320/IMG_0418.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557761022330241490" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;On Christmas Day, we headed to the farm for Christmas with Grandpa and Grandma Hauer, Uncle Dustin and Aunt Katy.  After a beautiful Christmas Day Mass, catching up with some relatives and a nummy Christmas dinner, we got to the presents.  Presents, presents and more presents.  But first, Mallory got some salon quality service from Uncle Dustin.  Mallory got a Princess Fairies Salon Set from Rebecca (daycare) and just loves playing salon.  We were happy to let her take advantage of, I mean play with Uncle Dustin for a while.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TSEj02B1Y2I/AAAAAAAABFc/8_2_Q7SbZ7c/s1600/IMG_0422.JPG"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TSEj02B1Y2I/AAAAAAAABFc/8_2_Q7SbZ7c/s200/IMG_0422.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557762805915280226" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TSEkXHOQN3I/AAAAAAAABFs/bKXUjBG_zxU/s1600/IMG_0455.JPG"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TSEkXHOQN3I/AAAAAAAABFs/bKXUjBG_zxU/s200/IMG_0455.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557763394646325106" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;From Grandma and Grandpa Hauer, Mallory received a VTech laptop, two Pocoyo DVD's, Toy Story 3 on DVD and a pop up book.  We had so much fun, opening presents, playing with new toys and just being together as a family.  Even though the day was relaxing, it sure seemed to fly by and before we knew it, it was night time and we were heading home.  Mallory didn't nap on Christmas Day, so I figured she would head to bed earlier than usual, what I didn't think would happen was Mallory fell asleep in the car about two miles down the road.  Out like a light, holding onto her "puter".  Sure sign of a good day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TSEm0OyX-_I/AAAAAAAABF0/UonUiHnSsoo/s1600/IMG_0433.JPG"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TSEm0OyX-_I/AAAAAAAABF0/UonUiHnSsoo/s200/IMG_0433.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557766093916339186" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TSEm0ifanpI/AAAAAAAABGE/wcb7oIG3L7c/s1600/IMG_0468.JPG"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TSEm0ifanpI/AAAAAAAABGE/wcb7oIG3L7c/s200/IMG_0468.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557766099205529234" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TSEm0eLkSjI/AAAAAAAABF8/jIIqvYQkcMk/s1600/IMG_0440.JPG"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TSEm0eLkSjI/AAAAAAAABF8/jIIqvYQkcMk/s200/IMG_0440.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557766098048535090" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TSEm1PHUDEI/AAAAAAAABGM/3aAu-75-L7s/s1600/IMG_0475.JPG"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TSEm1PHUDEI/AAAAAAAABGM/3aAu-75-L7s/s200/IMG_0475.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557766111184030786" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 114px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;Within a few days, we were upon the new year.  Since the weather was a little uncertain, we opted to stay home, just the three of us, to ring in the new year.  How did we celebrate?  We turned Mallory's crib into a toddler bed, per her request.  She &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;LOVES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt; her new bed, especially since she can get in and out of it all on her own.  She just seems to really enjoy her latest "big girl" transition.  I, on the other hand, was a little sad.  Happy for Mallory, but a little sad inside that she is growing up.  I guess that's to be expected.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TSEn_oex-5I/AAAAAAAABGU/A84Z790ILvE/s1600/IMG_0521.JPG"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TSEn_oex-5I/AAAAAAAABGU/A84Z790ILvE/s200/IMG_0521.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557767389303667602" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TSEn_6l5uzI/AAAAAAAABGc/um45wUrbyPE/s1600/IMG_0525.JPG"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TSEn_6l5uzI/AAAAAAAABGc/um45wUrbyPE/s200/IMG_0525.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557767394165373746" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TSEoRvQvdvI/AAAAAAAABGk/48qJ8zN8B_k/s1600/IMG_0577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TSEoRvQvdvI/AAAAAAAABGk/48qJ8zN8B_k/s320/IMG_0577.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557767700361475826" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;On New Years Day, we made a day trip to Rochester.  We did a little shopping, had some lunch and then did some sight seeing downtown Rochester, from the car.  It was COLD out!  One thing we had to take advantage of, even if it was kind of cold out, was this beautiful sundog in the sky.  I have never seen anything like it in my lifetime.  Mallory just loves rainbows and was over the moon with this sundog staring us back in the face all afternoon.  Just gorgeous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TSEou-oHDEI/AAAAAAAABGs/AyDEnGQufYo/s1600/IMG_0580.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TSEou-oHDEI/AAAAAAAABGs/AyDEnGQufYo/s400/IMG_0580.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557768202702228546" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;I would like to think this was a sign of things to come for us in 2011.  Simply gorgeous, beautiful, natural wonders coming our way.  Whatever path we are on, this is how it will end.  Sunny, colorful and peaceful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/8580789776079310536-9034772183917329668?l=mymalpal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymalpal.blogspot.com/feeds/9034772183917329668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580789776079310536&amp;postID=9034772183917329668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580789776079310536/posts/default/9034772183917329668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580789776079310536/posts/default/9034772183917329668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymalpal.blogspot.com/2011/01/merry-christmas-and-happy-new-year.html' title='Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!'/><author><name>Mallory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14944140971478672468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qixx6aYd8rI/Tg5CY8a9leI/AAAAAAAABO8/U0GKwxs3jKk/s220/mallory%2Bblog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TSEecEJkA-I/AAAAAAAABEk/W0KsidkGcDM/s72-c/IMG_0158.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580789776079310536.post-346127096847656471</id><published>2010-12-19T21:47:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T22:30:54.414-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidazzle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;We waited until the last possible night, be we made it.  Tonight we headed downtown for the final Holidazzle parade of 2010.    This is not Mallory's first Holidazzle, as we went in 2008, when Mallory was five months old.  We used to go every year, but we missed last year due to the weather.  Every day we had planned to go, it either snowed, or was below zero temps.  Tonight wasn't so bad, it was cold, but in the teens, so it was doable.  We took the Metro Transit Light Rail train, which Mallory loves.  She is always very excited to ride the train, can you tell?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TQ7S2BVD9ZI/AAAAAAAABDg/lqKYdOw5xoc/s320/IMG_0218.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552607216105944466" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;We did a little sight seeing when we got to Nicollet Mall, as the parade didn't start for another hour and it was too cold to wait outside the whole time.  We decided to hang out in Gavidae Commons, because they had a Caribou Coffee and a HUGE Christmas Tree.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TQ7ZZA3WCrI/AAAAAAAABD4/fZXf_dsSfmM/s320/IMG_0224.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552614414346488498" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;Once it was parade time, we headed out into the cold and picked out our spot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TQ7WFQGt_9I/AAAAAAAABDw/b3DN9FfB1IU/s200/IMG_0243.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552610776305237970" /&gt; &lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TQ7WE0uygVI/AAAAAAAABDo/eocbg2xCSj4/s200/IMG_0237.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552610768957112658" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;We watched with anticipation, and even though we couldn't feel our fingers and our toes, it was so much fun watching each float go by, all lit up and festive for Christmas.  Mallory's favorite was The Wizard of Oz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TQ7aEVt17KI/AAAAAAAABEA/25ndUoiifhY/s320/IMG_0260.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552615158678154402" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;The parade only lasts about 25 minutes, which is the perfect amount of time for a toddler in these kinds of temperatures.  Even so, Mallory did great and was VERY excited to see Santa at the end.  Here she is, shouting SANTA while watching him approach atop Christopher's shoulders.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TQ7a6l1K5fI/AAAAAAAABEI/c9ffaONewZU/s320/IMG_0283.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552616090716792306" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;We had a great outing as a family and hopefully started a fun family tradition for us.  Everything Christmas related this year so far, has been super fun with Mallory.  She is at the perfect age, starting to understand Christmas and everything that it means.  She is very excited to see what Santa brings her and talks about Santa, Rudolph and Frosty the Snowman everyday.  It's been really fun watching her take it all in, and tonight was no exception!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/8580789776079310536-346127096847656471?l=mymalpal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymalpal.blogspot.com/feeds/346127096847656471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580789776079310536&amp;postID=346127096847656471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580789776079310536/posts/default/346127096847656471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580789776079310536/posts/default/346127096847656471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymalpal.blogspot.com/2010/12/holidazzle.html' title='Holidazzle'/><author><name>Mallory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14944140971478672468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qixx6aYd8rI/Tg5CY8a9leI/AAAAAAAABO8/U0GKwxs3jKk/s220/mallory%2Bblog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TQ7S2BVD9ZI/AAAAAAAABDg/lqKYdOw5xoc/s72-c/IMG_0218.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580789776079310536.post-8207448423765804402</id><published>2010-12-06T11:35:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T21:19:11.144-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TP74rZArr9I/AAAAAAAABDY/7B3A_OIhfkc/s320/DSC03619.JPG'/><title type='text'>Brunch in Lonsdale</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Our good friends The Rotter’s invited us to their new house in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Lonsdale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; for brunch this past Sunday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;We were more than excited to go, since I have not seen their new house yet, and they have a daughter, Jules, very&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;close to Mallory’s age.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Jules and Mallory have had a few play dates together, so we know they enjoy each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Not only was Jules going to be there, but a few other couple friends of ours, and their children as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;All in all, brunch totaled nine adults and five kids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;It was a lot of fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-659ee294d99ba68" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0659ee294d99ba68%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330099105%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3D9F60DCB81E880AC4CEB50B3AACC99EBE5EE235.108A5F060C00090D743AD9AB994E8AA583CF0DA6%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D659ee294d99ba68%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dj40f3nwUud5U3jOibt9zHMxl-aM&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0659ee294d99ba68%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330099105%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3D9F60DCB81E880AC4CEB50B3AACC99EBE5EE235.108A5F060C00090D743AD9AB994E8AA583CF0DA6%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D659ee294d99ba68%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dj40f3nwUud5U3jOibt9zHMxl-aM&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;The kids played and played together, ate together, and played and played together some more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Mallory was wiped out afterwards, but even so, was still talking about it a day later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;She had a lot of fun dancing around with all the kids, playing one on one with Jules, and again with all the kids downstairs, where there were all different kinds of toys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Mallory also showed some interest in the piano at their house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I know what kid &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;wouldn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;’t like to bang on something that outputs noise?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;What I noticed, even with all the toys laying around, and all the kids running around, Mallory kept sneaking back into the front room of their house, where the piano was to “play” some more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;wouldn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;’t be surprised if she &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;wants to learn to play the piano when she gets older, but boy oh boy, if her genuine interest in the piano at Rotter’s house is any indication, I am going to have t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;o start saving up my pennies now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TP73qQh2QbI/AAAAAAAABDI/tX-xUX8DMk0/s320/DSC03615.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548144096330531250" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;These moments are good for her, Christopher and me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I am always so happy to see any and all of her learned skills being used.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;It was great to see her participate in all the different songs we sang as a group, p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;laying with and reading books, and showing of her skills from gymnastics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;She even showed two of my girlfriends, who happen to be dance instructors, how she can “tap”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Mallory does not take dance classes yet, but she goes along with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; and Charlotte (daycare) to watch and loves to show off her ability to “tap”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;She basically shuffles one of her feet back and forth, and every now and then puts a little kick in there, but either way, it’s fun to watch her show off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Both Marisa and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Amanda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; were “impressed”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TP74LpbCWkI/AAAAAAAABDQ/jgqkCeeCLgQ/s320/DSC03627.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548144669948533314" /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;When it was time to leave, Jules was sad, but we promised her a play date in the future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I really enjoyed watching all the children playing with one another, and gazing around the room at the parents we’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; all become.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;When I turned thirty years old, I was depressed and a little “lost”, then Mallory came along, and I no longer feel lost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;My life has complete purpose now in the form of my daughter and my family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;There is nothing I cherish more than watching Mallory being Mallory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TP74rZArr9I/AAAAAAAABDY/7B3A_OIhfkc/s320/DSC03619.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548145215298842578" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580789776079310536-8207448423765804402?l=mymalpal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymalpal.blogspot.com/feeds/8207448423765804402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580789776079310536&amp;postID=8207448423765804402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580789776079310536/posts/default/8207448423765804402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580789776079310536/posts/default/8207448423765804402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymalpal.blogspot.com/2010/12/brunch-in-lonsdale.html' title='Brunch in Lonsdale'/><author><name>Mallory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14944140971478672468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qixx6aYd8rI/Tg5CY8a9leI/AAAAAAAABO8/U0GKwxs3jKk/s220/mallory%2Bblog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TP73qQh2QbI/AAAAAAAABDI/tX-xUX8DMk0/s72-c/DSC03615.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580789776079310536.post-4461682237415276876</id><published>2010-12-06T10:17:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T10:55:06.200-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Meeting Santa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TP0R3KqjmDI/AAAAAAAABDA/Qx3fn4ICRWc/s1600/Santa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547609955443644466" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TP0R3KqjmDI/AAAAAAAABDA/Qx3fn4ICRWc/s400/Santa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;This is the second time Mallory has met with Santa Claus, but this year was much better than last year. If you remember, last year Mallory wanted the balloon Santa’s helpers were giving out after meeting Santa, prior to meeting Santa, so she was less than excited about having to wait for her balloon. She ended up sitting on Santa’s lap, giving him a little hug, but after she got her red balloon. You can read about last year’s meeting with Santa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://mymalpal.blogspot.com/2009/12/first-time-meeting-santa.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;On Saturday, we headed over to Eden Prairie Center so Mallory could meet Santa Claus again and discuss her wish list with him. She was very excited about meeting Santa this year and practiced her wish list in the car ride over to Eden Prairie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;After some play time and shopping in the mall, we headed over to The North Pole and were pleased to learn we were first in line to meet Santa. Once Santa arrived, Mallory’s face just lit up with excitement. Christopher carried her over to his lap, and albeit a little scared, she stood there with Christopher, me and Santa. To ease her concerns, I told Santa what I wished for Christmas first, and then gave Mallory her turn. Santa asked her very nicely if she was a good girl, to which she quietly replied “yes”. He then asked her if she would like to talk about what she might wish for Christmas. She stood there a little while and then said real softly “pillow pet”. Santa needed a little reassurance from me he heard her correctly, but once he understood, he showed real interest and started asking her more about the pillow pet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I asked Mallory if she wanted to sit on Santa’s lap to tell him about the other items on her wish list. She said “okay”, and up she went. He picked her up and sat with her so gentle like and sweet. He was so great to her and kept saying she was a very sweet little girl. Once situated with Santa, I stepped away, but I heard her tell him she also wanted “Tinkerbell”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Christopher and I were so proud of Mallory. She did a great job waiting for, talking to and meeting Santa. She was proud of herself too. She gave him a big hug, a high five and a fist pump when it was all said and done. He was a GREAT Santa, true to his form and he smelled like peppermint. I am so pleased with our experience from start to finish, not only that, but we made a wonderful memory too! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580789776079310536-4461682237415276876?l=mymalpal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymalpal.blogspot.com/feeds/4461682237415276876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580789776079310536&amp;postID=4461682237415276876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580789776079310536/posts/default/4461682237415276876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580789776079310536/posts/default/4461682237415276876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymalpal.blogspot.com/2010/12/meeting-santa.html' title='Meeting Santa'/><author><name>Mallory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14944140971478672468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qixx6aYd8rI/Tg5CY8a9leI/AAAAAAAABO8/U0GKwxs3jKk/s220/mallory%2Bblog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TP0R3KqjmDI/AAAAAAAABDA/Qx3fn4ICRWc/s72-c/Santa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580789776079310536.post-9066834795338777960</id><published>2010-11-18T13:47:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T21:06:11.585-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cookies  by Mallory</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Since Thanksgiving weekend was going to be two days longer for our family, and we didn't have to pack everything into a two day time span, we decided it was time for Mallory to take part in her first cookie baking process.  I figured the best cookies to bake and decorate would be "old fashioned" sugar cookies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;On Saturday I mixed up the dough and on Sunday we dug in.  After learning I had run out of flour making the actual cookies, we had to improvise for a location to roll out the dough that wouldn't be too sticky.  I learned wax paper works just as good as flour and it's less messy! Mallory was very hands on during the dough prep part, and couldn't wait to use the cookie cutters!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TPRlccItspI/AAAAAAAABBw/ozEPI9Vl75M/s200/DSC03567.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545168580463407762" /&gt; &lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TPRlc5GF1nI/AAAAAAAABB4/dvvI-9VfQwo/s200/DSC03568.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545168588237035122" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TPRldVYDu5I/AAAAAAAABCA/524YrcoxyK8/s200/DSC03571.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545168595828587410" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TPRldyNMsYI/AAAAAAAABCI/oPVIrVxnbm0/s1600/DSC03574.JPG"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TPRldyNMsYI/AAAAAAAABCI/oPVIrVxnbm0/s200/DSC03574.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545168603567665538" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TPRleAcZSKI/AAAAAAAABCQ/FLt8stF7oSc/s200/DSC03580.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545168607389501602" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;We cut out around five dozen cookies and while some of them didn't make the trip to the pan without peril, we still had plenty of cookies to bake!  Once they were all done and cooled, we were going to decorate, but Mallory said she was tired and well, truth be told, she already had her bath, so I was less than interested in getting her all messy again.  So, we put off the decorating until Monday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Tonight was the night, Monday was here, and I think I was more excited to decorate these cookies then Mallory was.  We started out with the frosting, and then Mallory had at it with the sprinkles.  I am certain she ate more sprinkles than she poured on the cookies, and in reality, she did more dumping than pouring, but either way, she had a lot of fun decorating our cookies.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large; color: rgb(255, 204, 0); "&gt;Of course she had to try the cookies to approve, and while her fingers appear to be a permanent shade of blue, I think overall she had a great time and did a wonderful job!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;   &lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TPRm7HYTPQI/AAAAAAAABCY/kVKhi6265dI/s200/DSC03604.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545170206979210498" style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TPRm83JWaWI/AAAAAAAABC4/zHKrka3RYLM/s1600/DSC03605.JPG"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TPRm83JWaWI/AAAAAAAABC4/zHKrka3RYLM/s200/DSC03605.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545170236981274978" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TPRm7mxSM9I/AAAAAAAABCg/ixkZvY5WtvM/s200/DSC03588.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545170215405499346" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TPRm7zdveJI/AAAAAAAABCo/AD9AsFKRSDo/s1600/DSC03602.JPG"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TPRm7zdveJI/AAAAAAAABCo/AD9AsFKRSDo/s200/DSC03602.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545170218813192338" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TPRm8T3WQTI/AAAAAAAABCw/jnhnGZecK4w/s200/DSC03599.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545170227510526258" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&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/8580789776079310536-9066834795338777960?l=mymalpal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymalpal.blogspot.com/feeds/9066834795338777960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580789776079310536&amp;postID=9066834795338777960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580789776079310536/posts/default/9066834795338777960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580789776079310536/posts/default/9066834795338777960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymalpal.blogspot.com/2010/11/cookies-by-mallory.html' title='Cookies  by Mallory'/><author><name>Mallory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14944140971478672468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qixx6aYd8rI/Tg5CY8a9leI/AAAAAAAABO8/U0GKwxs3jKk/s220/mallory%2Bblog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TPRlccItspI/AAAAAAAABBw/ozEPI9Vl75M/s72-c/DSC03567.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580789776079310536.post-4214232026126305382</id><published>2010-11-14T10:08:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T10:22:42.313-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The First Snowfall</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;Mallory woke up to a winter wonderland yesterday!  She was excited to look at the snow through the windows of the house, but was less than interested in going outside and playing with it.  Christopher had promised her a snowman if it snowed, but once we got outside to play in the snow, it was way to wet to let a toddler go running around in it.  She was not as excited anymore.  Even so, she truly enjoyed watching it come down and had some fun checking it out on her own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TOAKF_WOzgI/AAAAAAAABBo/BtbsTwwfa48/s400/DSC03428.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539438639686012418" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580789776079310536-4214232026126305382?l=mymalpal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymalpal.blogspot.com/feeds/4214232026126305382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580789776079310536&amp;postID=4214232026126305382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580789776079310536/posts/default/4214232026126305382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580789776079310536/posts/default/4214232026126305382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymalpal.blogspot.com/2010/11/first-snowfall.html' title='The First Snowfall'/><author><name>Mallory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14944140971478672468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qixx6aYd8rI/Tg5CY8a9leI/AAAAAAAABO8/U0GKwxs3jKk/s220/mallory%2Bblog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TOAKF_WOzgI/AAAAAAAABBo/BtbsTwwfa48/s72-c/DSC03428.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580789776079310536.post-3240623739795131570</id><published>2010-11-11T18:24:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T09:32:51.823-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Veterans Day Daddy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538453822780891666" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TNyKaGfCYhI/AAAAAAAABBY/Da8hYcq_OjU/s320/DSC03416.JPG" /&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Christopher served in the U.S. Army from 1989 to 1997. Since today was Veterans Day and he was off from work, Mallory and Christopher came to Prior Lake and we had a lunch date. The best part was his meal was free. Thanks to Applebees for giving Veterans a free meal today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538454008319859010" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TNyKk5q-WUI/AAAAAAAABBg/Oa0K-9r3jnA/s320/DSC03422.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;It was great seeing all the proud Veterans out and about today, displaying their pride in this country either through a bumper sticker, license plate, hat, jacket or sweatshirt. We even saw one gentleman putting his name on the list for a table at Applebees with what appeared to be his original U.S Navy enlistment records. The folder was older than me, but this gentleman held it tight, and held it high, he was proud. I am proud too, of my wonderful husband, for his years of dedication and service to his country. Mallory is proud of her daddy too. I even got her to say "Happy Betrans Day". Close enough! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580789776079310536-3240623739795131570?l=mymalpal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymalpal.blogspot.com/feeds/3240623739795131570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580789776079310536&amp;postID=3240623739795131570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580789776079310536/posts/default/3240623739795131570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580789776079310536/posts/default/3240623739795131570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymalpal.blogspot.com/2010/11/happy-veterans-day-daddy.html' title='Happy Veterans Day Daddy!'/><author><name>Mallory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14944140971478672468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qixx6aYd8rI/Tg5CY8a9leI/AAAAAAAABO8/U0GKwxs3jKk/s220/mallory%2Bblog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TNyKaGfCYhI/AAAAAAAABBY/Da8hYcq_OjU/s72-c/DSC03416.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580789776079310536.post-4482959636971443988</id><published>2010-11-01T20:54:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T21:37:17.190-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfhttp://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TM93zVzyE6I/AAAAAAAABBQ/2bSWEshIbj8/s200/DSC03397.JPGM4kI/TM9zqAsXBfI/AAAAAAAABAY/ljbNMM6qWlU/s200/DSC03370.JPG'/><title type='text'>Halloweekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We started Halloweekend out at the Farmington Halloween Walk at Boeckman Middle School.  It was free, and Mallory had fun, but the hour long wait to get inside was hardly worth the ten businesses that partook in handing out about 15 pieces of candy total for Mallory.  Like I said, Mallory had fun, so that's what counts, and she was a very good little girl while waiting in line!  Fifteen pieces was more than enough for her, and it was her Chicken costume debut, so it wasn't a total waste!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TM9wvOi9bKI/AAAAAAAABAQ/pDDDlEMRMWU/s320/DSC03361.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534766423722519714" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;On Saturday we headed to St.Michael's for the kids Halloween Scavenger Hunt.  Along with the hunt, we enjoyed burgers, hot dogs, chips and goodies.  There weren't as many kids as I thought there was going to be, but that was okay because at every station of the scavenger hunt, Mallory got about ten pieces of candy, rather than one.  We also played some games, including "Twister" and made some crafts like a pumpkin face, pumpkin bracelet and an owl.  Afterwards we drove over to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mnharmonylights.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Harmony Lights &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;in Lakeville to watch a pretty cool display of Halloween lights to music, which Mallory just LOVED!  Sorry, I was so mesmerized by the light show, I completely forgot to shoot a video of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TM9zqAsXBfI/AAAAAAAABAY/ljbNMM6qWlU/s200/DSC03370.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534769632639387122" /&gt; &lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TM9zqsSZQ4I/AAAAAAAABAg/2I-8fJqOhms/s200/DSC03373.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534769644341642114" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TM9zqzWz-lI/AAAAAAAABAo/sYvPCMCPS1g/s200/DSC03374.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534769646239218258" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Once Sunday came, I kind if felt a little Haloweened out, but got a second wind in the afternoon to take Mallory out for her first time Trick or Treating!  She was so excited to go, and thanks to Grandma Dee, we were BOTH able to take her and still have someone at the house to hand out candy.  The neighborhood was buzzing with the largest amount of kids we have ever seen to our area.  We opted to take her wagon, which was a good choice, since after about the 5th house, Mallory sat down on the curb and sighed, saying "I'm Tired"!  We kept going in the wagon, making a few more stops and then headed up to the Kreiling's for a very special treat.  At Kreiling's house, Mallory got to help Craig hand out the candy.  She really enjoyed being his little helper, but taking a few minutes in between kids to enjoy a piece of candy from her own pumpkin bucket!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TM92XTiCtII/AAAAAAAABAw/IxSlgXYZhn0/s320/DSC03390.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534772609813755010" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Once we got home, she had to check out her loot.  Once she went to bed, we checked out her loot!  You know, to make sure everything was edible, it was most certainly not to steal any of her candy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TM93y0jZpkI/AAAAAAAABBI/oBNtiUmxj1c/s200/DSC03396.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534774182045918786" /&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15.8333px; "&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TM93zVzyE6I/AAAAAAAABBQ/2bSWEshIbj8/s200/DSC03397.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534774190972998562" /&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/8580789776079310536-4482959636971443988?l=mymalpal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymalpal.blogspot.com/feeds/4482959636971443988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580789776079310536&amp;postID=4482959636971443988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580789776079310536/posts/default/4482959636971443988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580789776079310536/posts/default/4482959636971443988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymalpal.blogspot.com/2010/11/halloweekend.html' title='Halloweekend'/><author><name>Mallory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14944140971478672468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qixx6aYd8rI/Tg5CY8a9leI/AAAAAAAABO8/U0GKwxs3jKk/s220/mallory%2Bblog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TM9wvOi9bKI/AAAAAAAABAQ/pDDDlEMRMWU/s72-c/DSC03361.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580789776079310536.post-8122408744082221234</id><published>2010-10-31T07:48:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T20:54:27.148-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY HALLOWEEN!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TM1mifQKYdI/AAAAAAAABAI/N7McmoO1zlQ/s1600/DSC03382.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534192259799081426" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TM1mifQKYdI/AAAAAAAABAI/N7McmoO1zlQ/s400/DSC03382.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Christopher, Krystal and Mallory&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/8580789776079310536-8122408744082221234?l=mymalpal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymalpal.blogspot.com/feeds/8122408744082221234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580789776079310536&amp;postID=8122408744082221234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580789776079310536/posts/default/8122408744082221234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580789776079310536/posts/default/8122408744082221234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymalpal.blogspot.com/2010/10/happy-halloween.html' title='HAPPY HALLOWEEN!'/><author><name>Mallory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14944140971478672468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qixx6aYd8rI/Tg5CY8a9leI/AAAAAAAABO8/U0GKwxs3jKk/s220/mallory%2Bblog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TM1mifQKYdI/AAAAAAAABAI/N7McmoO1zlQ/s72-c/DSC03382.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580789776079310536.post-4512272228755048802</id><published>2010-10-14T10:47:00.023-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T10:14:42.720-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Swingset in the Backyard</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;For Mallory's second birthday, we wanted to get her a backyard swing set. Once we started doing some research we learned we would have to save up for a while before we could afford to get a decent one. We wanted to be sure the one we purchased would be small enough for her to enjoy now, and big enough for her to enjoy it in the years to come. Christopher has put a lot of time and effort into researching which play set would be the best for our situation, and had pretty much settled on purchasing the Playstar system from Menards. That is until I had a conversation with my dad about buying a used one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;To be honest, I was leery, and very against buying a used swing set. You just never know with anything used and I wanted to be sure the apparatus my daughter and her friends were going to be crawling on and over and under and through, would be safe. My dad put my worries to rest with his comment of "I got screws and a drill for that Krystal". I love my Dad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;So onto to Craigslist I went. I wasn't sure if I was going to find anything, when all I saw, over and over was "RAINBOW PLAY SYSTEM GENTLY USED - $5,000". Okay, I know all about the Rainbow Play Systems, their quality, their reputation, but if I had $5,000 laying around, sorry Mallory, it would not be put towards a swing set. I found a couple of listings, here and there, for a swing set, jungle gym type product, in our price range, but they were all old, dingy and in pieces. I kept checking back, and all of a sudden, there it was, "Jordan, MN, five years old, probably a Playstar System from Menards, in good condition, used play system. You disassemble, cash only". WOO HOO! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;Off we went, Dad's truck, trailer and our friend Pete in tow, to help with disassembly and transport. I was even more pleased when I saw the system in person. It has been well taken care of and the previous owner actually added the canopy onto the system himself. The disassembly took some time, but were were able to get the system on to the trailer in a few major pieces and off to Farmington with no major problems. Oh and Mallory got to jump on their trampoline while the guys were working.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-d86aecdaba8fafcc" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd86aecdaba8fafcc%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330099105%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D55B869DFE57F7BFEF1ADD516BB332A1778E6383D.44790CBB746313E491B1B1CBF1B21AA49421FF76%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd86aecdaba8fafcc%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dym6ntMX116FOk_b8qP1UCaPxUQo&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd86aecdaba8fafcc%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330099105%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D55B869DFE57F7BFEF1ADD516BB332A1778E6383D.44790CBB746313E491B1B1CBF1B21AA49421FF76%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd86aecdaba8fafcc%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dym6ntMX116FOk_b8qP1UCaPxUQo&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;Here is the play system as it sat in the previous owners backyard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TLxm8BcpJ3I/AAAAAAAAA94/gmpArXDsxl8/s1600/DSC03248.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529407623870883698" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TLxm8BcpJ3I/AAAAAAAAA94/gmpArXDsxl8/s200/DSC03248.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TLxm9Bp3VvI/AAAAAAAAA-I/Gv8MobF0Z40/s1600/DSC03251.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529407641106208498" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TLxm9Bp3VvI/AAAAAAAAA-I/Gv8MobF0Z40/s200/DSC03251.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TLxm-DUrbDI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/tJ5n4wJcuGA/s1600/DSC03252.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529407658734087218" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TLxm-DUrbDI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/tJ5n4wJcuGA/s200/DSC03252.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TLxnSj3TAPI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/BYhYnzYHt8A/s1600/DSC03247.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529408011066605810" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TLxnSj3TAPI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/BYhYnzYHt8A/s200/DSC03247.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;Here are few pics of the disassembly and loading it onto the trailer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TLxoaHN8DUI/AAAAAAAAA-g/q8d3s45jg5k/s1600/DSC03260.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529409240327523650" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TLxoaHN8DUI/AAAAAAAAA-g/q8d3s45jg5k/s200/DSC03260.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt; &lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529409246600999890" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TLxoaelps9I/AAAAAAAAA-o/PqjmBVlwIT0/s200/DSC03261.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TLxoa4WDx8I/AAAAAAAAA-w/83i_cAnina0/s1600/DSC03265.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529409253514921922" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TLxoa4WDx8I/AAAAAAAAA-w/83i_cAnina0/s200/DSC03265.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TLxpLdLHUdI/AAAAAAAAA_A/LIMy_PQNrfE/s1600/DSC03264.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529410088034849234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TLxpLdLHUdI/AAAAAAAAA_A/LIMy_PQNrfE/s200/DSC03264.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;Ready to roll! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529410572799053714" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TLxpnrD6D5I/AAAAAAAAA_I/xjhwdY1J7tg/s320/DSC03266.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;All in all, the move went real smooth, with no snags or issues. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Once we got the system home, we had no real plans to put it together right away, we just wanted it in our backyard, so we can work on it one day at a time. Well, Sunday rolled around it was nice enough outside, Christopher and Pete took to it, and ta da! We have a "new" play system in our back yard for Mallory!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TLxsWjydKSI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/xTLc1RxJuLY/s1600/DSC03274.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529413577323915554" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TLxsWjydKSI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/xTLc1RxJuLY/s200/DSC03274.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TLxsWEd-NxI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/kGaKCp9tXyI/s1600/DSC03273.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529413568916502290" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TLxsWEd-NxI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/kGaKCp9tXyI/s200/DSC03273.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TLxsW_frEUI/AAAAAAAAA_g/JUHhge0EAeE/s1600/DSC03276.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529413584761327938" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TLxsW_frEUI/AAAAAAAAA_g/JUHhge0EAeE/s200/DSC03276.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TLxsXhIDG7I/AAAAAAAAA_o/diLWtMAQ9PI/s1600/DSC03279.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529413593789045682" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TLxsXhIDG7I/AAAAAAAAA_o/diLWtMAQ9PI/s200/DSC03279.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;She was ready to give it a whirl and enjoys it very much. She calls it her "park" and cried when we told her it was time to be done playing and go inside. Even though it was raining out, she wanted to play and play. I feel like we were very fortunate to have found such a nice play set for Mallory and hope she and all of her friends enjoy it for years to come! &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529767694117671010" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TL2ua3pQkGI/AAAAAAAAA_w/Dutukr2R2Wk/s320/DSC03280.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529767698821512322" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TL2ubJKvfII/AAAAAAAAA_4/wlZZvmzYYr8/s320/DSC03283.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529767706782963554" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TL2ubm05l2I/AAAAAAAABAA/zMY6xQhUjyY/s320/DSC03285.JPG" /&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580789776079310536-4512272228755048802?l=mymalpal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymalpal.blogspot.com/feeds/4512272228755048802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580789776079310536&amp;postID=4512272228755048802' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580789776079310536/posts/default/4512272228755048802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580789776079310536/posts/default/4512272228755048802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymalpal.blogspot.com/2010/10/swingset-in-backyard.html' title='A Swingset in the Backyard'/><author><name>Mallory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14944140971478672468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qixx6aYd8rI/Tg5CY8a9leI/AAAAAAAABO8/U0GKwxs3jKk/s220/mallory%2Bblog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TLxm8BcpJ3I/AAAAAAAAA94/gmpArXDsxl8/s72-c/DSC03248.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580789776079310536.post-1231012341172165236</id><published>2010-10-11T09:13:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T10:46:48.047-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pumpkin Patch</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526802891556909682" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TLMl8pbZ8nI/AAAAAAAAA9g/Xmr3n9i_XOs/s320/DSC03238.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;We couldn't have asked for a better day to head to the pumpkin patch. It was such a nice morning, with the sun shining bright, what a great way to start the day! This is the third year in a row we have headed to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bartenpumpkins.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Barten's Pumpkins &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;just outside of New Prague.  They have a HUGE selection of pumpkins (over 6000) and are family run.  For two weekends in October, they have Family Fun Weekends which consist of several different games for kids to play.  Here Mallory is shucking some corn.  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526802876025598018" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TLMl7vkc8EI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/BNwJCfyyxk0/s320/DSC03237.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;After the corn, Mallory decided she wanted to ride the pony.  What was so great about this pony ride?  There were two ponies and both were being guided down and back on a path, rather than round and round a track.  Mallory &lt;strong&gt;LOVED&lt;/strong&gt; this pony ride!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526802902247528322" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TLMl9RQP14I/AAAAAAAAA9o/LWWzv3_b3eY/s320/DSC03242.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;We played and ran around amongst all the pumpkins, and took turns playing the bean bag toss, but it was time to head out for lunch so Mallory picked out her very own pumpkin and headed to car, demanding to carry it all on her own.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526802912238192546" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TLMl92eNR6I/AAAAAAAAA9w/POmhCTDTFsA/s320/DSC03244.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;It was a quick stop, but so fun!  The place was buzzing with excitement.  Nothing buy happy families running around and having a good time!  Thanks Barten's!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580789776079310536-1231012341172165236?l=mymalpal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymalpal.blogspot.com/feeds/1231012341172165236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580789776079310536&amp;postID=1231012341172165236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580789776079310536/posts/default/1231012341172165236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580789776079310536/posts/default/1231012341172165236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymalpal.blogspot.com/2010/10/pumpkin-patch.html' title='The Pumpkin Patch'/><author><name>Mallory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14944140971478672468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qixx6aYd8rI/Tg5CY8a9leI/AAAAAAAABO8/U0GKwxs3jKk/s220/mallory%2Bblog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TLMl8pbZ8nI/AAAAAAAAA9g/Xmr3n9i_XOs/s72-c/DSC03238.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580789776079310536.post-1868993811095932149</id><published>2010-09-28T10:28:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T14:48:04.814-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gymnastics</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;We enrolled Mallory into Farmington's ECFE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://farmington.registryinsight.com/ittrium/visit/A1x23ex1x78y1x5d85x1x67"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Twist and Tumble &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Gymnastics class fall session. We've had two classes so far (one night a week) and Mallory &lt;strong&gt;LOVES&lt;/strong&gt; it. We will get a total of seven classes. I am quite impressed with it. I had no idea they would be doing so many &lt;em&gt;different &lt;/em&gt;activities. I figured they would run around the floor a little bit, and do some flips and somersaults, but boy was I wrong. Miss Lynn (Farmington HS Gymnastics Coach) is so patient with the toddlers and has all kinds of great ideas to keep them interested. Another fun part of this class, is it's toddler and parents, so I get to partake as well. It's fun, but I realize I am way out of shape!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;During the class they start with an assembly line style event. Each toddler takes their turn rolling down an inclined mat, with the assistance of Miss Lynn. Once at the bottom, there are series of hoops or lines to jump through or over. Then to another mat in which you kick your legs up while balancing on your hands. More jumping and then to the end in which the toddler get to toss a couple of dinosaurs into a little net. Mallory just walks them up to the net and sets them in there, but hey, that works for her. There are periodically mats shaped like a shark or a star, in which she stops, puts her hands up and says "TA DA!" Here is a video of Mallory, taking her first run at gymnastics...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-1bdfdd78bc612d79" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1bdfdd78bc612d79%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330099105%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DF7FD3A3651B17FCCB2B66B88F93A1998FA26FEE.763D6E0A5B8B0ECFC633F4B02FC6676EA4811AF8%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1bdfdd78bc612d79%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DWnKRj40boX-zq-bn_A_Z5hYSnEY&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1bdfdd78bc612d79%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330099105%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DF7FD3A3651B17FCCB2B66B88F93A1998FA26FEE.763D6E0A5B8B0ECFC633F4B02FC6676EA4811AF8%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1bdfdd78bc612d79%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DWnKRj40boX-zq-bn_A_Z5hYSnEY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The second part of the class is held on the stage of the old gym/auditorium, with the balance beam being the focus. They have three different height beams set up, and the toddlers get to try walking the bean straight, sideways and stepping over little animals. It's super fun to watch them concentrate, and well, Mallory will do the task in front of her, she HAS to hold my hands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TKIrWujskoI/AAAAAAAAA9A/j24-2crbrkU/s1600/DSC03119.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522023762564518530" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TKIrWujskoI/AAAAAAAAA9A/j24-2crbrkU/s200/DSC03119.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TKIrW0iJnzI/AAAAAAAAA9I/n_7xDYJ1DBs/s1600/DSC03123.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522023764168646450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TKIrW0iJnzI/AAAAAAAAA9I/n_7xDYJ1DBs/s200/DSC03123.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The last part of the class consists of the vault. It's basically a big runner rug the toddlers run down, jump over a few soft obstacles and then bounce off a spring board onto a big pillow like pad, with the help of Miss Lynn. Mallory's favorite is definitely the vault. She loves to run anyway, so this gives her a chance to expand some of her energy, and do something she loves, with a little bit of a challenge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I guess it's a good sign at the end of both classes, Mallory is crying because she doesn't want to leave. She talks about "gym sticks" all week long, and just lights up when we arrive for class. She is a very good listener and tries everything once. Some of the obstacles are a little hard for her, but at least she tries and will only improve! At home Mallory is saying she wants to try a somersault and she wants to "do beam". So far, she's digging it, and so are we!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522046296333543954" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TKI_2XY46hI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/D9ynQX27vO4/s400/DSC03127.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580789776079310536-1868993811095932149?l=mymalpal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymalpal.blogspot.com/feeds/1868993811095932149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580789776079310536&amp;postID=1868993811095932149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580789776079310536/posts/default/1868993811095932149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580789776079310536/posts/default/1868993811095932149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymalpal.blogspot.com/2010/09/gymnastics.html' title='Gymnastics'/><author><name>Mallory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14944140971478672468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qixx6aYd8rI/Tg5CY8a9leI/AAAAAAAABO8/U0GKwxs3jKk/s220/mallory%2Bblog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TKIrWujskoI/AAAAAAAAA9A/j24-2crbrkU/s72-c/DSC03119.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580789776079310536.post-1180981830878884451</id><published>2010-09-01T19:48:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T21:06:55.367-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Minnesota State Fair</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512126678050796290" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TH8CAlor8wI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/4cktHqaBS5Y/s320/Dakota+County+Fair+and+MN+State+Fair+048.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc9933;"&gt;The Great Minnesota Get Together, would we miss it? &lt;strong&gt;NEVER!&lt;/strong&gt; We headed out the morning of opening day, and took the express bus from the Mall of America to the fairgrounds. Mallory was very excited to ride the bus, until we got to the park and ride and she saw the light rail train. Then she wanted to ride the train. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ahhh&lt;/span&gt;, the exciting mind of two year old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once inside the gates of the fair grounds, we headed right for the pronto pup stand. Mallory had a bite of mine, but decided she &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t care for mustard. Oh well, on to the french fries, and like years past, they &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t disappoint. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;, french fries and pronto pups, that’s a good breakfast for a toddler, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After getting some &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;num&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nums&lt;/span&gt; in the tum tums, we headed to the Birds of Prey show, held outside of the &lt;strong&gt;D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;epartment&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;strong&gt;N&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;atural&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;R&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;esources&lt;/span&gt; building. We have seen bits and pieces of this show in the past, but have never sat down early enough to catch the whole show. Mallory really enjoyed all the different birds they brought out for us to look at, and she even had a vulture fly right over her head, to the trainer. She was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;oooing&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ahhhhing&lt;/span&gt; through the whole show, and it still talking about the baby screech owl. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512128580187666850" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TH8DvTpdOaI/AAAAAAAAA8w/BTKaEIBmlsw/s320/Dakota+County+Fair+and+MN+State+Fair+004.jpg" /&gt;We figured Mallory would enjoy walking through the animal barns, since she is so into animals, and we were looking forward to it too, since it is not something we usually do. Well, we got through the horse barn okay, and after petting a few pretty horses, Mallory decided it was nap time. She fell asleep just fine in her stroller, and so Christopher and I checked out the cow barn, and then to look at merchandise in the coliseum. Once I realized the Farm Girl/Boy stand did not have any clothing I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;couldn&lt;/span&gt;’t live without, Christopher and I headed to the food building to enjoy some adult food, while Mallory snoozed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two servings of State Fair Mouse Trap Cheese Curds answered the cravings as they always do. Man, those are the &lt;strong&gt;BEST&lt;/strong&gt; cheese curds around! Now in search of something sweet, Christopher and I shared a raspberry covered funnel cake. It was a little over cooked, so not the best piece of fair food we ate. Oh well, it’s all about the experience, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you knew it, Mallory was awake, and for those of you who have asked if she still needs to nap, the answer would be yes. She only slept for about thirty-forty minutes, and while we still had a great afternoon, she was always a little tired. She enjoyed herself, and we enjoyed her too, but if you have kids, you know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a family we opted to rest our feet and try out the &lt;em&gt;Sky Ride&lt;/em&gt;. Mallory just &lt;strong&gt;LOVED&lt;/strong&gt; the Sky Ride. She could see &lt;strong&gt;EVERYTHING&lt;/strong&gt; from up there and was sure to tell us the names of all the sights and sounds. It was a wonderful break from the crowd, and nice to be just the three of us for a little bit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512126682179030562" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TH8CA1A7ziI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/1_REm2Q8_ec/s320/Dakota+County+Fair+and+MN+State+Fair+006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;After the Sky Ride, we headed to the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kidway&lt;/span&gt; for Mallory to enjoy some rides. As usual she rode the carousel, but also tried &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Winky&lt;/span&gt; the Whale. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TH8Dp1YG-pI/AAAAAAAAA8o/Q0HppcqhxVU/s1600/Dakota+County+Fair+and+MN+State+Fair+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512128486162496146" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TH8Dp1YG-pI/AAAAAAAAA8o/Q0HppcqhxVU/s200/Dakota+County+Fair+and+MN+State+Fair+015.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TH8DpRgEegI/AAAAAAAAA8g/R7TBG59BiLY/s1600/Dakota+County+Fair+and+MN+State+Fair+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512128476532210178" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TH8DpRgEegI/AAAAAAAAA8g/R7TBG59BiLY/s200/Dakota+County+Fair+and+MN+State+Fair+012.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;We all rode the Ferris wheel as a family, and this still seems to be her new favorite ride. That is until we went over to the Giant Slide. I rode the Giant Slide with Mallory last year, but this year, she was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;waaaayyyy&lt;/span&gt; into it! She went down once with me, and if you watch this little video, you’ll see what happens next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-b49ef36ad2bf9bba" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db49ef36ad2bf9bba%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330099105%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D363DC6EA3F475718F148C799A67862871432DEF5.8157EC50D74450AE56ED000DDD52763F0A5DB73A%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db49ef36ad2bf9bba%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DyFb-XVgkyztycJq_e3qsElL5NVo&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db49ef36ad2bf9bba%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330099105%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D363DC6EA3F475718F148C799A67862871432DEF5.8157EC50D74450AE56ED000DDD52763F0A5DB73A%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db49ef36ad2bf9bba%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DyFb-XVgkyztycJq_e3qsElL5NVo&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;She went a second time with Christopher. Mallory loved the Giant Slide!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-338937f24cb10395" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D338937f24cb10395%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330099105%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6B86030278CD85755B04479FCCA0DF61B01A269C.4182095834281F58B87E265D6106BEED3F03A4DB%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D338937f24cb10395%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D-Udfd0JEaNBSNGp9-YCIXU1ZFag&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D338937f24cb10395%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330099105%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6B86030278CD85755B04479FCCA0DF61B01A269C.4182095834281F58B87E265D6106BEED3F03A4DB%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D338937f24cb10395%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D-Udfd0JEaNBSNGp9-YCIXU1ZFag&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;We walked and walked, and walked some more, until we came upon the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;KQRS&lt;/span&gt; stand at the fair. Nothing like watching your two year old daughter rock out to Back in Black by &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ACDC&lt;/span&gt;. I am not sure what her new moves are all about, but she had a &lt;strong&gt;BLAST &lt;/strong&gt;dancing around up there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-64b9a7f9f5578afc" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D64b9a7f9f5578afc%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330099105%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D31C7176BEFACE3E36149A6167BABD35107C69736.79F3E37675FEC37076959E2FFEA9BF7B8F7305F%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D64b9a7f9f5578afc%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DZyD_tQBQ7HQk7Zdcywfm21F8IAg&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D64b9a7f9f5578afc%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330099105%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D31C7176BEFACE3E36149A6167BABD35107C69736.79F3E37675FEC37076959E2FFEA9BF7B8F7305F%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D64b9a7f9f5578afc%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DZyD_tQBQ7HQk7Zdcywfm21F8IAg&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;More walking, and a little more shopping and then it was time to go up in the Space Tower. It was the perfect time of day, and there was no line, we got on right away. Mallory really enjoyed the fact it went around and around. I can’t remember the last time I was on the Space Tower, and Christopher thought for him, it was since he was in middle school. We all had a great trip up and back down, and basically seeing it through Mallory’s eyes, made it all worthwhile! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512131200248648658" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TH8GH0IrE9I/AAAAAAAAA84/-i8wrvdzUAQ/s320/Dakota+County+Fair+and+MN+State+Fair+042.jpg" /&gt;The sun was starting to set, and the day was getting long. Our bellies were full, but not bursting, so we headed for a signature last move and got our bucket of Sweet Martha Cookies. Once we were out the gates and across the street, we knew it was the right time to head home. Our feet were beat, and our butts were more than happy to take a seat for the ride back to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;MOA&lt;/span&gt;. Mallory hammed it up on the bus ride home, keeping the other bus passengers entertained and saying over and over “it’s getting dark out.” I thought for sure she would crash once we got in the car, but she stayed awake the whole ride home, talking about her day. She mentioned the Giant Slide, the Ferris wheel, french fries and seeing the horses. Once we got home, cleaned up and changed into our &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;PJ&lt;/span&gt;’s, she was &lt;strong&gt;OUT&lt;/strong&gt;. She slept until 9:30 the next morning. That sure was nice for me, as I also got to sleep in a little and recover! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I was looking forward to this year at the State Fair since Mallory could not walk last year; it was more of a sightseeing adventure for her. This year, she was able to partake in so many different aspects of the fair; it was a delight being there with her. We ate to our hearts and stomachs content, and we already can’t wait for next year. Well, maybe we just need to go a second time this year, there are five more days of the Minnesota State Fair!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580789776079310536-1180981830878884451?l=mymalpal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymalpal.blogspot.com/feeds/1180981830878884451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580789776079310536&amp;postID=1180981830878884451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580789776079310536/posts/default/1180981830878884451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580789776079310536/posts/default/1180981830878884451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymalpal.blogspot.com/2010/09/minnesota-state-fair.html' title='Minnesota State Fair'/><author><name>Mallory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14944140971478672468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qixx6aYd8rI/Tg5CY8a9leI/AAAAAAAABO8/U0GKwxs3jKk/s220/mallory%2Bblog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TH8CAlor8wI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/4cktHqaBS5Y/s72-c/Dakota+County+Fair+and+MN+State+Fair+048.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580789776079310536.post-5253349882107437697</id><published>2010-08-24T20:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T21:05:04.081-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Year Wellness Check</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509162109014960898" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/THR5v9Xg6wI/AAAAAAAAA7w/840Ellba7TY/s320/Summertime+at+the+Lake+003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Two years, come and gone, just like that. We found ourselves going to the doc for Mallory’s wellness check, and realized we have only had to take her to the doctor for something other than wellness, twice in her two short years. That’s pretty darn good I would have to say, and the doctor agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mallory’s appointment went great, albeit 20 minutes later than scheduled, she didn’t mind running around the room in just her pull – up. We even went and used the potty once while we were waiting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mallory is a very healthy little girl. She is still long and lean and the doctor finally agreed, she will probably stay that way. Developmentally she is a little ahead of the game, and showed off a few of her skills for the doctor, like counting to twenty, saying hippopotamus, which comes out HOMANUS, and even rolling her belly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are her two years stats:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Height: 2’ 11 “ = 77th percentile&lt;br /&gt;Weight: 23 pounds 9.6 ounces = 11th percentile&lt;br /&gt;Head: 47.5 cm = 48th percentile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to suffer through two different sticks this time, and while Mallory handled them as you can expect a two year old to handle shots, her legs tensed up real hard between the two shots, causing a lot more pain for the second one, and some stiffness in the days to follow. I have never seen her sit so still on the couch to watch Baby Einstein. She didn’t move at all, her little legs were so sore! Mallory also got the seasonal flu mist and that also went just fine, since there are no needles associated with that vaccination. The nice part it, we are all done for a whole year! Unless of course, something unusual happens and Mallory actually catches something!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some other fun two year updates include Mallory’s vocabulary. It’s really intense with a lot of words, and the formation of sentences. Her favorite one right now happens to be “It’s really nice outside”. I know she’s just repeating what she hears, but it’s impressive to us since it’s the whole sentence and not just a word here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have also been without baby gates for quite some time now, but even so, Mallory has been handling the steps even better as of late. She always holds onto the railing, or our hands, and can go up or down alternating, instead of one at a time. Probably because of her long legs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One other huge accomplishment this summer, is swimming. I am sure you all know from reading this blog, we enrolled Mallory in swimming lessons for the first time, about a years ago, right after she turned one. She participated in a second session this past winter, and while I was going to put her into a third one at the end of the summer this year, we opted to wait until winter. I think she would be bored. She is a good little swimmer, and proved it this past weekend. Christopher has been swimming with her all summer at Grandma Dee’s pool, and while they started out playing on the steps of the pool, they have graduated to swimming in the pool with a life jacket on and Mallory goes all by herself. She will jump in all by herself, and doesn’t freak out if she goes under water. All that proved good exposure when she went swimming “by herself” in the lake this past weekend. We took the pontoon to the middle of the lake, dropped the anchor and in she went. Life jacket on of course, and we were right there also, but she had no qualms about taking a dip in the lake. Both days she swam for about 1.5 hours straight. Christopher had a huge smile on his face, while I had a tear in my eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509162113980601890" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/THR5wP3aliI/AAAAAAAAA74/og9zDuxq_nU/s320/Summertime+at+the+Lake+009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509162126700152482" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/THR5w_P_hqI/AAAAAAAAA8A/at4EJqG9L8I/s320/Summertime+at+the+Lake+011.jpg" /&gt;Everything about Mallory and this whole experience so far as been truly, truly amazingly wonderful. She is a top notch kid, with great skills that are just getting better and better. We are very lucky and blessed and over the moon with Mallory!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580789776079310536-5253349882107437697?l=mymalpal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymalpal.blogspot.com/feeds/5253349882107437697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580789776079310536&amp;postID=5253349882107437697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580789776079310536/posts/default/5253349882107437697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580789776079310536/posts/default/5253349882107437697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymalpal.blogspot.com/2010/08/2-year-wellness-check.html' title='2 Year Wellness Check'/><author><name>Mallory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14944140971478672468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qixx6aYd8rI/Tg5CY8a9leI/AAAAAAAABO8/U0GKwxs3jKk/s220/mallory%2Bblog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/THR5v9Xg6wI/AAAAAAAAA7w/840Ellba7TY/s72-c/Summertime+at+the+Lake+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580789776079310536.post-5923726707573957106</id><published>2010-08-17T20:37:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T20:47:06.243-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Elko Speedway</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;We actually stayed around Farmington last weekend and enjoyed some local activities, and I gotta say, what a great weekend to do so. The weather was &lt;strong&gt;PERFECT&lt;/strong&gt; for some summer fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday night, we went to Elko Speedway to watch some races. This is Mallory’s first time attending anything quite like it, and while she has always adapted well to any even we take her to, I was a little worried this time. I had no idea how she was going to react to the loud noise that comes from the racing cars. We bought her some ear protection and I was hoping because I was also wearing some, she would too. Well, I was wrong. We tried and tried to get her to wear them, but she would just remove them and start to cry. Oh boy, now what, we’re here and she won’t wear the ear protection. Ahhh, not to worry I guess, when she saw a bunch of other little kids wearing them, she &lt;em&gt;WANTED&lt;/em&gt; them on. I even had to convince her it was okay to take them off when the races were over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TGs7XHgk56I/AAAAAAAAA7g/AhPy8IwiWPU/s1600/Elko+Speedway+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506560237729277858" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TGs7XHgk56I/AAAAAAAAA7g/AhPy8IwiWPU/s320/Elko+Speedway+012.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TGs7XY5OLOI/AAAAAAAAA7o/1l_G8P7t0vc/s1600/Elko+Speedway+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 162px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506560242396048610" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TGs7XY5OLOI/AAAAAAAAA7o/1l_G8P7t0vc/s320/Elko+Speedway+011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;We enjoyed our treats, nachos and popcorn, and when the races started, Mallory was ready! Her eyes were bouncing back and forth, round and round while the cars whizzed by. She was pointing and clapping, shouting out RACE CARS! She also enjoyed seeing the ambulance, or as she called it “AMNOOLINT”. This came after I convinced her it was &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; a fire truck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched qualifying rounds, short races, long races, a quick break with a charity race, and then it started to rain. Not hard, not long, but just enough to cancel the rest of the night. Right when the Nascars were about to come out for their 30 lap race. I was bummed, but it was a good night anyway, and we got to see lots of fun races, spin outs and even a few crashes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TGs6_vUjLHI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/1uA57Ro3-JY/s1600/Elko+Speedway+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506559836099390578" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TGs6_vUjLHI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/1uA57Ro3-JY/s200/Elko+Speedway+003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TGs7ABKYPFI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/znCa-WMofNs/s1600/Elko+Speedway+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506559840888568914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TGs7ABKYPFI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/znCa-WMofNs/s200/Elko+Speedway+004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;HIGHLY&lt;/strong&gt; recommend this place to anyone with kids. It was so much fun, full of activity and very inexpensive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580789776079310536-5923726707573957106?l=mymalpal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymalpal.blogspot.com/feeds/5923726707573957106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580789776079310536&amp;postID=5923726707573957106' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580789776079310536/posts/default/5923726707573957106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580789776079310536/posts/default/5923726707573957106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymalpal.blogspot.com/2010/08/elko-speedway.html' title='Elko Speedway'/><author><name>Mallory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14944140971478672468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qixx6aYd8rI/Tg5CY8a9leI/AAAAAAAABO8/U0GKwxs3jKk/s220/mallory%2Bblog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TGs7XHgk56I/AAAAAAAAA7g/AhPy8IwiWPU/s72-c/Elko+Speedway+012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580789776079310536.post-1039756921457192577</id><published>2010-08-05T21:47:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T22:20:43.627-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Turning Two</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Saturday, July 31st Mallory turned two years old!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 312px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502124257765687314" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TFt43GYvABI/AAAAAAAAA6w/mwimCww0Jc0/s400/2+Years+4.jpg" /&gt; I could go on and on about how I can’t believe it’s been two years already, but any of you that read this blog, and have had kids, know how quickly that time goes by, so I will spare you the ranting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a very good time at Mallory’s birthday party, which was held in our backyard. Grandma Dee, Grandma and Grandpa &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hauer&lt;/span&gt;, and the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kreiling&lt;/span&gt; clan were also in attendance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mallory had so much fun running around with Charlotte and Sophia, checking out her balloons and just being a two year old. After some &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nummy&lt;/span&gt; food, Mallory started to open her presents. Last year Mallory was crazy busy all over the place and ripping paper like nuts. This year, she sat very contently waiting for each present, and carefully unwrapping the paper. Oh, and with each present, she said softly “Happy Birthday”.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TFt4l4kclRI/AAAAAAAAA6g/ThWUKtU7vcw/s1600/Mallory%27s+2nd+Birthday+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502123961998939410" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TFt4l4kclRI/AAAAAAAAA6g/ThWUKtU7vcw/s200/Mallory%27s+2nd+Birthday+003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TFt4mLMie5I/AAAAAAAAA6o/D-3oYIlkmxk/s1600/Mallory%27s+2nd+Birthday+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502123966998936466" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TFt4mLMie5I/AAAAAAAAA6o/D-3oYIlkmxk/s200/Mallory%27s+2nd+Birthday+004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She got all kinds of fun new toys. I pair or princess play shoes, a princess CD player, an ABC bag, a fishing pole w/puzzle, Yo &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Gabba&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Gabba&lt;/span&gt; DVD, some clothing and a FIRE TRUCK! Hands down, the Fire Truck is her favorite. Who knew?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502124555296985122" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TFt5IaxuUCI/AAAAAAAAA7A/G43NN-vMOpI/s320/Mallory%27s+2nd+Birthday+010.jpg" /&gt;After presents we had birthday cake. We practiced hard on blowing out the candles, but only practiced with one, so who can blame her for not knowing she had to blow out the second candle too? No smashing of cake this year, my little lady used a fork to enjoy her very own cake. I gotta say, I LOVE the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Farmington&lt;/span&gt; Bakery. They always do such a great job with what I ask them to do, and of course the cake was very good.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502124561204007986" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TFt5IwyEVDI/AAAAAAAAA7I/yGN5Azq-peE/s320/Mallory%27s+2nd+Birthday+017.jpg" /&gt;We ended the evening playing with her new toys and watching her new fish swim around the tank. Christopher and I gave her a two gallon fish tank with one yellow guppy and one orange guppy. They still do not have names, but soon enough. She is very aware of her fish and is sure to check on them each night before bed, and each morning when she wakes up.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502124544648772882" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TFt5HzG_fRI/AAAAAAAAA64/YWi8AR95OzY/s320/Mallory%27s+2nd+Birthday+023.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Thanks to all who attended, for all of Mallory’s presents and for a fun filled memorable afternoon!&lt;/span&gt;&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/8580789776079310536-1039756921457192577?l=mymalpal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymalpal.blogspot.com/feeds/1039756921457192577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580789776079310536&amp;postID=1039756921457192577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580789776079310536/posts/default/1039756921457192577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580789776079310536/posts/default/1039756921457192577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymalpal.blogspot.com/2010/08/turning-two.html' title='Turning Two'/><author><name>Mallory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14944140971478672468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qixx6aYd8rI/Tg5CY8a9leI/AAAAAAAABO8/U0GKwxs3jKk/s220/mallory%2Bblog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TFt43GYvABI/AAAAAAAAA6w/mwimCww0Jc0/s72-c/2+Years+4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580789776079310536.post-6075800321515750018</id><published>2010-07-29T19:40:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T20:04:41.616-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kolacky Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;The hype and build up before is always so intense, and then bam, it’s over. Just like that. Another Kolacky Days done, with plenty of memories made and tons of fun had.&lt;br /&gt;We started out the weekend at the cabin getting ready for Friday night. I attended the Kolacky Queen pageant and Christopher spent some time with Mallory at the park, enjoying a Czech Meal Deal, Taco in a Bag and some beer. They had a great time together as father and daughter, while I sat, stressing out at the pageant and waiting for the new Kolacky Queen to be crowned. I was so very happy to see our good friend Cassy Kubes get the title. Her grandma Delores worked with my mom in the kitchen at MLHS for many, many years, and her mom Shelia (Delores’s daughter) spent a few years in there as well. Cassy will make a great ambassador for the city of Montgomery, and she’s cute too. WAY TO GO CASSY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing Saturday morning, we headed into to town to watch the kiddie parade. We saw our friend Marisa and her daughter Jules, and our other friends Valerie and her daughter Lily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TFIiVWnQjrI/AAAAAAAAA5g/fQkK09HMce4/s1600/Kolacky+Days+2010+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499495845215637170" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TFIiVWnQjrI/AAAAAAAAA5g/fQkK09HMce4/s200/Kolacky+Days+2010+011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TFIiU6ZkdyI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/i2RJYMI01Nc/s1600/Kolacky+Days+2010+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499495837642028834" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TFIiU6ZkdyI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/i2RJYMI01Nc/s200/Kolacky+Days+2010+010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;We even got to hang with the newly crowned Kolacky Royalty for a little bit. Cassy played with Mallory and I got to reminisce a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499495344967978258" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TFIh4PC7DRI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/jXKYcXv-Q24/s320/Kolacky+Days+2010+008.jpg" /&gt;I also enjoyed my second helping of dumplings and gravy that morning, and then it happened. Mallory saw the kiddie rides and it was downhill from there. Valerie and I headed over that way and let our little girls enjoy themselves on a set of swings, fish that go up and down while going round and round, and a set of horses. They had a lot of fun together, and needless to say, were not too happy when we made them leave. I guess I just ran out of money, at $3.00 per ticket (yes, $3.00 to ride that thing each time), my wallet was getting empty quickly. Here are a few pictures, followed by a video of Mallory riding the "fish ride".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TFIiV-SttSI/AAAAAAAAA5o/r1r8d8gfZcc/s1600/Kolacky+Days+2010+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499495855866885410" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TFIiV-SttSI/AAAAAAAAA5o/r1r8d8gfZcc/s200/Kolacky+Days+2010+023.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TFIiWvcvUZI/AAAAAAAAA5w/bqHqG_AiE70/s1600/Kolacky+Days+2010+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499495869062271378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TFIiWvcvUZI/AAAAAAAAA5w/bqHqG_AiE70/s200/Kolacky+Days+2010+031.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TFIiXcDOu4I/AAAAAAAAA54/DSMPFLAGC0w/s1600/Kolacky+Days+2010+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499495881034873730" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TFIiXcDOu4I/AAAAAAAAA54/DSMPFLAGC0w/s200/Kolacky+Days+2010+015.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-3ac0f1bc9933a351" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3ac0f1bc9933a351%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330099105%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2CD4C32B6DBA3D40CB131F7DB3C728D082182BA7.4CD8F9B7DC2C8F6DD690BCE65D482C3BC1627CF3%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3ac0f1bc9933a351%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dp_ppB2GQYYf8hwC86DvW_9wPUS8&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3ac0f1bc9933a351%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330099105%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2CD4C32B6DBA3D40CB131F7DB3C728D082182BA7.4CD8F9B7DC2C8F6DD690BCE65D482C3BC1627CF3%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3ac0f1bc9933a351%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dp_ppB2GQYYf8hwC86DvW_9wPUS8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Saturday afternoon was spent walking up and down Main Street, checking out the car show. It was a beautiful day, but hot in the sun, so we headed back to the cabin (our headquarters for the weekend) for a little nap and some real supper. Uncle Dustin and Aunt Katy came out for the afternoon and grill master Dustin cooked up some burgers, hot dogs and corn on the cob. Mallory loves corn, but has never eaten it directly off the cob before. She wouldn’t even try, until this time. She looked around the table and saw Grandpa, Grandma, Uncle Dustin, Aunt Katy, Mom and Dad all eating corn on the cob, so she promptly said “I wan sum corn cob, I wan sum corn cob”. She did great and ate three pieces! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499496415364092178" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TFIi2ilPkRI/AAAAAAAAA6A/PxNFtjXYYDg/s320/Kolacky+Days+2010+007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;After supper, Uncle Dustin grabbed his guitar and did what he does best. Mallory LOVED listening to him and clapping along with the song. He even let her strum the stings, in which the hollowed out sound made her giggle. Here she is, bonding with her uncle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499496429297185666" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TFIi3WfJs4I/AAAAAAAAA6I/Ph1VlySu6Yc/s320/Kolacky+Days+2010+043.jpg" /&gt;On Sunday we hit the parade. Mallory was pretty mellow for this one, mostly because she had a dum dum sucker in her mouth the whole time. She actually sat in her parade chair for most of the time, and only got up to applaud what else, the FIRE TRUCKS! We went back to the park when the parade was over for our last and final helping of dumplings, taco in a bag, cheese curds and beer. We watched Mallory dance a little bit to some polka music and then it was finished. Back to the cabin we headed to pack up and head home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TFIkCbSrjII/AAAAAAAAA6Q/rWtgBdmz94U/s1600/Kolacky+Days+2010+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499497719077244034" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TFIkCbSrjII/AAAAAAAAA6Q/rWtgBdmz94U/s320/Kolacky+Days+2010+024.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TFIkC9L-sII/AAAAAAAAA6Y/b_dR4tr-QtI/s1600/Kolacky+Days+2010+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499497728175943810" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TFIkC9L-sII/AAAAAAAAA6Y/b_dR4tr-QtI/s320/Kolacky+Days+2010+034.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I love Kolacky Days; it has such a huge part of my heart. I plan my whole year around that weekend and I am hoping to make it as much of a tradition for Mallory as my parents and grandparents made it for me. The food is great, the people are familiar and the fun never ends! I am already counting down to next year’s Kolacky Days!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&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/8580789776079310536-6075800321515750018?l=mymalpal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymalpal.blogspot.com/feeds/6075800321515750018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580789776079310536&amp;postID=6075800321515750018' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580789776079310536/posts/default/6075800321515750018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580789776079310536/posts/default/6075800321515750018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymalpal.blogspot.com/2010/07/kolacky-days.html' title='Kolacky Days'/><author><name>Mallory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14944140971478672468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qixx6aYd8rI/Tg5CY8a9leI/AAAAAAAABO8/U0GKwxs3jKk/s220/mallory%2Bblog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TFIiVWnQjrI/AAAAAAAAA5g/fQkK09HMce4/s72-c/Kolacky+Days+2010+011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580789776079310536.post-8876482643000365733</id><published>2010-07-22T20:46:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T21:01:51.552-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pan - O - Prog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Taking a break from our regular weekend adventures to the cabin, we decided to hit up &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lakeville&lt;/span&gt;’s City celebration known as Pan – O – &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Prog&lt;/span&gt;. After nap time, we headed over to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lakeville&lt;/span&gt;, found a sweet spot to park, in the shade at city hall, and helped reserve our spots for the parade in front of the fire station. My good friend Sarah and her husband Todd (both high school friends of mine) live in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lakeville&lt;/span&gt;, and were also going to be in attendance. We were lucky enough to spend the afternoon with them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496913369625028130" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TEj1lfWYZiI/AAAAAAAAA4g/8DgOVgRJICo/s320/Pan+-+O+-+Prog+011.jpg" /&gt;We headed downtown to see what was happening. We stopped for some fresh lemonade, a corn dog and we ended up running into another friend of ours, Crystal. Crystal works at Belle Ami salon in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lakeville&lt;/span&gt; and does both mine and Christopher’s hair! She happened to have her daughter Danika with her, so it was a fun pit stop for Mallory too! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496913344936094898" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TEj1kDYFLLI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/eR1C3tOmiGc/s320/Pan+-+O+-+Prog+002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After an hour or so of checking things out, we started back towards the fire station to be seated for the parade. When the police car came, Mallory was very excited as she could hear the marching bands were next. Here she is marching in anticipation of their arrival…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-a3eb08ad838619f4" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da3eb08ad838619f4%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330099105%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D15C86309304D797F83FE28A8B439833520DF23A2.3162400F137259EEC82FABB0996F83C9D69625E3%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da3eb08ad838619f4%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D1j2p04Zk46NDECUe9Efp7SfEZ-4&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da3eb08ad838619f4%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330099105%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D15C86309304D797F83FE28A8B439833520DF23A2.3162400F137259EEC82FABB0996F83C9D69625E3%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da3eb08ad838619f4%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D1j2p04Zk46NDECUe9Efp7SfEZ-4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Candy, candy and more candy was gathered. Mallory &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;thoroughly&lt;/span&gt; enjoyed her BLUE RASPBERRY &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dum&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dum&lt;/span&gt; sucker, can you tell? I can’t believe she even went to sleep after all the sugar she had. So fun watching her playing with the other kids, participating in all the events, and MARCHING! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496913355710591922" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TEj1krg687I/AAAAAAAAA4Y/A9z52ILI_wI/s320/Pan+-+O+-+Prog+010.jpg" /&gt; To our surprise, Christopher’s friend and co-worker Adam was in the parade representing the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Farmington&lt;/span&gt; Fire Department. After the parade, we got a personalized tour of Rescue 1. Mallory had a BLAST checking out the “FIRE TRUCK”. On a side note here, Mallory LOVES fire trucks. She thinks any truck with a blinking light on it is a fire truck. Tow trucks, maintenance vehicles, a car with its signal on, all fire trucks in her eyes. Anyway, she was checking everything out, when she found a flag on the seat in the back. What a great symbol of freedom, a little girl, holding an American flag, in a fire truck. Even Mommy and Daddy got to have a little fun! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496915194459598258" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TEj3PtY2LbI/AAAAAAAAA44/kDq0Rt9IQLI/s320/Pan+-+O+-+Prog+031.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TEj3bAHpsnI/AAAAAAAAA5I/54P8nrWpdU4/s1600/Pan+-+O+-+Prog+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496915388466311794" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TEj3bAHpsnI/AAAAAAAAA5I/54P8nrWpdU4/s200/Pan+-+O+-+Prog+020.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TEj3aq1ga4I/AAAAAAAAA5A/u5dTUYBL6uQ/s1600/Pan+-+O+-+Prog+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496915382753061762" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TEj3aq1ga4I/AAAAAAAAA5A/u5dTUYBL6uQ/s200/Pan+-+O+-+Prog+025.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It was such a great day, the weather was wonderful, we spent some time with old friends, and were treated special by our very own &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Farmington&lt;/span&gt; Fire Captain, Adam. We are so lucky and very blessed to have such wonderful opportunities surrounding us.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/8580789776079310536-8876482643000365733?l=mymalpal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymalpal.blogspot.com/feeds/8876482643000365733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580789776079310536&amp;postID=8876482643000365733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580789776079310536/posts/default/8876482643000365733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580789776079310536/posts/default/8876482643000365733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymalpal.blogspot.com/2010/07/pan-o-prog.html' title='Pan - O - Prog'/><author><name>Mallory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14944140971478672468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qixx6aYd8rI/Tg5CY8a9leI/AAAAAAAABO8/U0GKwxs3jKk/s220/mallory%2Bblog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TEj1lfWYZiI/AAAAAAAAA4g/8DgOVgRJICo/s72-c/Pan+-+O+-+Prog+011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580789776079310536.post-1336119349492664836</id><published>2010-07-19T19:29:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T19:44:02.947-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fireworks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495781908687876546" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TETwhy5b8cI/AAAAAAAAA4A/mKeH6RfbMMI/s320/4th+of+July+018.jpg" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Another Independence Day has come and gone, but hey, this year was so much more entertaining for us. Mallory actually stayed up late to watch some &lt;em&gt;real&lt;/em&gt; fireworks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday before the 4th, we went to Elysian for their 4th of July Celebration and saw some great fireworks over Lake Francis. Mallory has never seen “up in the air” fireworks, and waited patiently with Daddy. Once they started she was overjoyed! Lots of clapping, squealing and laughing followed. Although the skeets were pretty bad, we enjoyed the display and got another “first” out of the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495781902851228546" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TETwhdJ3w4I/AAAAAAAAA34/iytaUAJEaw4/s320/4th+of+July+008.jpg" /&gt;During the day on Saturday, we took a few pontoon rides, and while Mallory is usually the navigator of said rides, on this particular weekend, she was more than happy to be my snuggle buddy.  I wasn't going to argue with her. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495781892423344274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TETwg2Tq4JI/AAAAAAAAA3w/tVboBk-uFs8/s320/4th+of+July+005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;On Saturday night of the weekend, we stayed at the cabin and enjoyed the pack of fireworks Grandpa Hauer picked up for Mallory. There was a large assortment of fountains, sparklers, showers and even some firecrackers. We all hung out, ooooing and ahhhing as we worked out way to through the pack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 4th of July, a lot of the residents on Lake Jefferson shoot off fireworks. It’s so great because we basically have our very own show, right off the end of the dock. Mallory was sure to catch these too, this time sitting on the swing with Grandma and Grandpa. There was more ooooing and ahhhing, clapping, squealing and even some dancing.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495781913863554498" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TETwiGLahcI/AAAAAAAAA4I/YQ3tVQYLCso/s320/4th+of+July+021.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;On Monday we headed home, tired but very fulfilled. I am pretty sure we enjoyed the fireworks this year, twice as much as years past, because we were watching them through the eyes of our own child. Amazing.&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/8580789776079310536-1336119349492664836?l=mymalpal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymalpal.blogspot.com/feeds/1336119349492664836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580789776079310536&amp;postID=1336119349492664836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580789776079310536/posts/default/1336119349492664836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580789776079310536/posts/default/1336119349492664836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymalpal.blogspot.com/2010/07/fireworks.html' title='Fireworks'/><author><name>Mallory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14944140971478672468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qixx6aYd8rI/Tg5CY8a9leI/AAAAAAAABO8/U0GKwxs3jKk/s220/mallory%2Bblog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TETwhy5b8cI/AAAAAAAAA4A/mKeH6RfbMMI/s72-c/4th+of+July+018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580789776079310536.post-5839412797041406728</id><published>2010-06-30T19:35:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T19:48:43.562-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Meggan and Marc</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488731408768077986" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TCvkIr8mkKI/AAAAAAAAA24/_cXn0_0zl1I/s320/Meggan+and+Marc%27s+Wedding+025.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;My cousin &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Meggan&lt;/span&gt; married her main man Marc last Saturday, and we were lucky enough to attend. Actually I was very excited to go, as we don’t get to see that side of the family to often anymore. I also wanted to watch Mallory and see how she would be have in this type of environment, as this would be her first wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wedding celebration was being held in the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Andover&lt;/span&gt;/Ramsey area, so we had a bit of a drive to make. It actually worked out pretty good, Mallory was able to get in the short nap she needed on the way up and was in perfect order for the rest of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ceremony was beautiful and simple. The pastor had some very good advice for the special couple, and everyone in attendance was moved, you could just feel the love in the room! Mallory did great, calling the bride a “princess”, she was always very aware of the “princesses” whereabouts, as she filled her face with grapes. Grapes and church go hand in hand with Mallory. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488731417491447906" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TCvkJMcaoGI/AAAAAAAAA3A/HLrBjYii0ic/s320/Meggan+and+Marc%27s+Wedding+001.jpg" /&gt;After the ceremony, we headed to the park for the reception. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Meggan&lt;/span&gt; and Marc rented a pavilion at Rum River North Country Park. Let’s not forget, it was warm on Saturday, and the humidity, well, it was tropical “normal” for a Minnesota summer. Even so, the reception was fun, and low key. We all had a great time getting caught up with family and conversing. And then it happened, the DJ started and Mallory went crazy! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-4fabd217e0fc06ca" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4fabd217e0fc06ca%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330099105%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D69F5D2924EBB93B92C819886CB4195E2B1E82504.4DC3B9B28CDD2D78158FDE170335BB1C76003432%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4fabd217e0fc06ca%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DaodlDYHSGrWxpJbyfddtiIj0OU4&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4fabd217e0fc06ca%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330099105%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D69F5D2924EBB93B92C819886CB4195E2B1E82504.4DC3B9B28CDD2D78158FDE170335BB1C76003432%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4fabd217e0fc06ca%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DaodlDYHSGrWxpJbyfddtiIj0OU4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#660000;"&gt;This girl did NOT leave the dance floor the entire afternoon. The only break she took was during the dollar dance and even then she danced with the groom twice! Once with cousin Laurie and once with me. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488731429530396082" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TCvkJ5SuZbI/AAAAAAAAA3I/jrhCKF4O0_w/s320/Meggan+and+Marc%27s+Wedding+031.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mallory danced along with everything from The Electric Slide to I Gotta Feeling by the Black Eyed Peas. I have always been a pretty big wedding dance fan, and generally do not leave the dance floor once it’s begun, but this time, I was stumped. There is a newer dance out there called The Cupid Shuffle. I have heard of it before, but never done it, so I have to be “one of those people” that stand in the back of the group to watch for a bit and then go. Once I had it down pat, Mallory tried it too. The dance goes to the right, to the right, to the right, to the right, to the left, to the left, to the left, to the left. Now kick, now kick, now kick, now kick, now walk it by yourself, now walk it by yourself. Our camera battery was running out, but here is a short video of Mallory doing the kick part of The Cupid Shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-97098b25d5b9985d" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D97098b25d5b9985d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330099105%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D254ED61F53028E6D148256875EB003B1DEE529B9.310393EDDD7FFC769D725D58EF934F49ED471054%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D97098b25d5b9985d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D4x3D22TZMuEyDZxh497j8VZBLgA&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D97098b25d5b9985d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330099105%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D254ED61F53028E6D148256875EB003B1DEE529B9.310393EDDD7FFC769D725D58EF934F49ED471054%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D97098b25d5b9985d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D4x3D22TZMuEyDZxh497j8VZBLgA&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am so bummed we &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;couldn&lt;/span&gt;’t get more of a video, she tried so hard to follow along, it was great! She stole the show, everyone there was in love with Mallory! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Once we were home, we had a quick bath, snuggle time and off to bed. That’s until the sirens went off and put us in the basement for some time while the storms rolled through. Mallory was definitely worn out after that, she slept till 9:30AM on Sunday morning. We had so much fun with our family and dancing we were trying to figure out where we could take Mallory for more dancing fun like that. If anyone has any ideas or suggestions, we’ll take em.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/8580789776079310536-5839412797041406728?l=mymalpal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymalpal.blogspot.com/feeds/5839412797041406728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580789776079310536&amp;postID=5839412797041406728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580789776079310536/posts/default/5839412797041406728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580789776079310536/posts/default/5839412797041406728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymalpal.blogspot.com/2010/06/meggan-and-marc.html' title='Meggan and Marc'/><author><name>Mallory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14944140971478672468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qixx6aYd8rI/Tg5CY8a9leI/AAAAAAAABO8/U0GKwxs3jKk/s220/mallory%2Bblog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TCvkIr8mkKI/AAAAAAAAA24/_cXn0_0zl1I/s72-c/Meggan+and+Marc%27s+Wedding+025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580789776079310536.post-5077260695127921853</id><published>2010-06-21T20:49:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T21:09:03.139-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lake Nicaboyne</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;Weekend number two, cabin number two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;Instead of our usual trek to Lake Jefferson for the weekend, we headed the other direction this time, to the north. After a pit stop in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hinckley&lt;/span&gt; for lunch at famous Tobie's, we checked in at Lake &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Nicaboyne&lt;/span&gt;. The lake itself is deep into wooded territory, but not far from Webb Lake, WI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;Christopher’s brother Scott, his wife Cindy, and their two kids Hunter and Mackenzie have been in Minnesota for a week, on their summer vacation. They live in Texas. It was great to spend some time with them in such a beautiful atmosphere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also celebrated Grandma Dee’s 70&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday. Even though her birthday is not until July, we were all together (which is rare), so we took advantage of that. We all had dinner together, with cake afterwards. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Mmmmm&lt;/span&gt; cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TCAYfnoDUhI/AAAAAAAAA1g/obpLYU-rP_8/s1600/LN+8.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485411277629248018" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TCAYfnoDUhI/AAAAAAAAA1g/obpLYU-rP_8/s200/LN+8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TCAYgITJvpI/AAAAAAAAA1o/bOPJUPhl7Wg/s1600/LN+7.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485411286399958674" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TCAYgITJvpI/AAAAAAAAA1o/bOPJUPhl7Wg/s200/LN+7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father’s Day morning, Mallory, Christopher and I took the paddle boat out for a ride around the lake. There is an island not too far off shore, so it was a good goal to aim for. Because the lake is so clear, we made it there and back with no snags, or weeds. Mallory, of course, was in charge of our destination, steering the paddle boat was her duty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TCAYxxDWkcI/AAAAAAAAA1w/t_jc08ZBiDM/s1600/LN+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485411589397320130" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TCAYxxDWkcI/AAAAAAAAA1w/t_jc08ZBiDM/s200/LN+3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TCAYyT1uQUI/AAAAAAAAA14/fLLYBBebDwA/s1600/LN+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485411598735393090" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AG6mVBfM4kI/TCAYyT1uQUI/AAAAAAAAA14/fLLYBBebDwA/s200/LN+4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The water in the lake was v
