<?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-37012085</id><updated>2011-07-28T21:55:47.235-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Perfect Pandemonium</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dortchkids.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37012085/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dortchkids.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37012085/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>A Perfect Pandemonium</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15170625675021468808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/St79NJGe-MI/AAAAAAAAG-g/_HNNr13aSIU/S220/dortch_05+LRredo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>402</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37012085.post-274517222378234669</id><published>2010-10-30T22:40:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T22:41:30.705-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/TMzzVU8s76I/AAAAAAAAHug/TJc61a0qy1k/s1600/100_6984.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/TMzzVU8s76I/AAAAAAAAHug/TJc61a0qy1k/s320/100_6984.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534065589857611682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hope everyone has a Happy Halloween!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37012085-274517222378234669?l=dortchkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dortchkids.blogspot.com/feeds/274517222378234669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37012085&amp;postID=274517222378234669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37012085/posts/default/274517222378234669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37012085/posts/default/274517222378234669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dortchkids.blogspot.com/2010/10/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween'/><author><name>A Perfect Pandemonium</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15170625675021468808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/St79NJGe-MI/AAAAAAAAG-g/_HNNr13aSIU/S220/dortch_05+LRredo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/TMzzVU8s76I/AAAAAAAAHug/TJc61a0qy1k/s72-c/100_6984.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37012085.post-6199984140396271511</id><published>2010-10-11T14:48:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T14:50:28.459-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Congratulations!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Even though he didn't tell me he was nominated, even though he didn't tell me it was down to him and another teacher, and even though I had to find out from someone else, I'm still proud of T.J. for winning Teacher of the Year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37012085-6199984140396271511?l=dortchkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dortchkids.blogspot.com/feeds/6199984140396271511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37012085&amp;postID=6199984140396271511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37012085/posts/default/6199984140396271511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37012085/posts/default/6199984140396271511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dortchkids.blogspot.com/2010/10/congratulations.html' title='Congratulations!'/><author><name>A Perfect Pandemonium</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15170625675021468808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/St79NJGe-MI/AAAAAAAAG-g/_HNNr13aSIU/S220/dortch_05+LRredo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37012085.post-9078219602711084514</id><published>2010-08-20T21:27:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T21:37:09.313-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Cole</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My little man turned TWO today!  It's hard to believe he is so big.  This is the first time that a child of mine has turned two without there being a new baby in the house already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's bittersweet, little guy.  It's fun to watch you grow and learn new things, but I sure miss you being a baby.  You can now carry on a conversation, you want to do everything on your own, you follow your older siblings around and do what they do, and you want things done your way and if not, we all hear about it!  You are extremely sweet and you make us so happy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Your actual birth day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/TG9JQQqxOYI/AAAAAAAAHuQ/HqaZs9JZMtI/s1600/100_1210.JPG"&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/_AD0oMGZSpLA/TG9JQQqxOYI/AAAAAAAAHuQ/HqaZs9JZMtI/s320/100_1210.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507701412998494594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One year&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/TG9JPvz8F0I/AAAAAAAAHuI/oAP-GVEP_5s/s1600/100_5461.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 221px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/TG9JPvz8F0I/AAAAAAAAHuI/oAP-GVEP_5s/s320/100_5461.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507701404178585410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Two Year&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/TG9JO_FcbZI/AAAAAAAAHuA/x5q90bxwHSw/s1600/100_6664.jpg"&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/_AD0oMGZSpLA/TG9JO_FcbZI/AAAAAAAAHuA/x5q90bxwHSw/s320/100_6664.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507701391098670482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Birthday, Cole.  We love you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/TG9Ia1_hkGI/AAAAAAAAHt4/sC-raImymtY/s1600/100_6758.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 243px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/TG9Ia1_hkGI/AAAAAAAAHt4/sC-raImymtY/s320/100_6758.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507700495304724578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Party pics to come soon...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37012085-9078219602711084514?l=dortchkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dortchkids.blogspot.com/feeds/9078219602711084514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37012085&amp;postID=9078219602711084514' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37012085/posts/default/9078219602711084514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37012085/posts/default/9078219602711084514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dortchkids.blogspot.com/2010/08/happy-birthday-cole.html' title='Happy Birthday Cole'/><author><name>A Perfect Pandemonium</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15170625675021468808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/St79NJGe-MI/AAAAAAAAG-g/_HNNr13aSIU/S220/dortch_05+LRredo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/TG9JQQqxOYI/AAAAAAAAHuQ/HqaZs9JZMtI/s72-c/100_1210.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37012085.post-8982832430364260717</id><published>2010-08-19T08:54:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T08:59:19.640-06:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day of Kindergarten</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know I have lots of summer pictures to post, and I will...I promise.  But today was Cody's first day of school.  He was such a big boy and didn't even need me to walk him in.  I know he went to the same school last year for Pre-k, but I was kind of hoping he still needed me, just a little, this year...he didn't :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He is growing up way too fast:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;First day of Kindergarten&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/TG1GTlRjjrI/AAAAAAAAHto/I-qWXhv_R4A/s1600/100_6766.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/TG1GTlRjjrI/AAAAAAAAHto/I-qWXhv_R4A/s320/100_6766.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507135221581188786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;First day of Pre-K&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/TG1GUFbIkzI/AAAAAAAAHtw/C10Y0RsZ3x0/s1600/100_5446.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 219px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/TG1GUFbIkzI/AAAAAAAAHtw/C10Y0RsZ3x0/s320/100_5446.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507135230211298098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37012085-8982832430364260717?l=dortchkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dortchkids.blogspot.com/feeds/8982832430364260717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37012085&amp;postID=8982832430364260717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37012085/posts/default/8982832430364260717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37012085/posts/default/8982832430364260717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dortchkids.blogspot.com/2010/08/first-day-of-kindergarten.html' title='First Day of Kindergarten'/><author><name>A Perfect Pandemonium</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15170625675021468808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/St79NJGe-MI/AAAAAAAAG-g/_HNNr13aSIU/S220/dortch_05+LRredo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/TG1GTlRjjrI/AAAAAAAAHto/I-qWXhv_R4A/s72-c/100_6766.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37012085.post-6086661926035722569</id><published>2010-07-13T20:18:00.012-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T20:59:37.263-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Turner Falls 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Holy cow, Batman...blogger actually let me upload some pictures...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our annual Turner Falls trip was awesome as usual, but we also got to stay the whole weekend with my sister and her family.  We usually only go down for the Turner Falls part, but this time we decided to crash her in-laws reunion!  Something we might have to do every year now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather was perfect, the water was pretty, and to say the kids had a blast would be an understatement.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Coley man!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/TD0lnC7tuRI/AAAAAAAAHtg/PCCxrgPyQac/s1600/102_6562.jpg"&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/_AD0oMGZSpLA/TD0lnC7tuRI/AAAAAAAAHtg/PCCxrgPyQac/s320/102_6562.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493588473194330386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cody swimming all by himself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/TD0lW25kODI/AAAAAAAAHtY/dlp5Sk3leO4/s1600/102_6563.jpg"&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/_AD0oMGZSpLA/TD0lW25kODI/AAAAAAAAHtY/dlp5Sk3leO4/s320/102_6563.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493588195086186546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cade became a pro with his floaty ring&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/TD0lWKbPMfI/AAAAAAAAHtQ/Yo9gDyAs0Ak/s1600/102_6565.jpg"&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/_AD0oMGZSpLA/TD0lWKbPMfI/AAAAAAAAHtQ/Yo9gDyAs0Ak/s320/102_6565.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493588183147819506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Watch out, Aunt Chandler is serious when it comes to her water shooter!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/TD0lVmqu6nI/AAAAAAAAHtI/sLJ2WgSX4J4/s1600/102_6566.jpg"&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/_AD0oMGZSpLA/TD0lVmqu6nI/AAAAAAAAHtI/sLJ2WgSX4J4/s320/102_6566.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493588173549136498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cole trying to cool himself off&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/TD0kklZpYwI/AAAAAAAAHtA/wXKpigXB-oI/s1600/102_6572.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 223px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/TD0kklZpYwI/AAAAAAAAHtA/wXKpigXB-oI/s320/102_6572.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493587331395445506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;McKinly and Cody floating down the river to the Blue Hole&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/TD0kkG_4EHI/AAAAAAAAHs4/YOvV-l5sysI/s1600/102_6573.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/TD0kkG_4EHI/AAAAAAAAHs4/YOvV-l5sysI/s320/102_6573.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493587323234291826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aunt Chandler, Coley and Aunt Leslie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/TD0kjgAFwZI/AAAAAAAAHsw/uAOaTrqrTtU/s1600/102_6575.jpg"&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/_AD0oMGZSpLA/TD0kjgAFwZI/AAAAAAAAHsw/uAOaTrqrTtU/s320/102_6575.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493587312766206354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;McKinly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/TD0j0wbfl5I/AAAAAAAAHso/VIbXMvN6xmc/s1600/102_6576.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/TD0j0wbfl5I/AAAAAAAAHso/VIbXMvN6xmc/s320/102_6576.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493586509722261394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cody a little apprehensive about jumping of the diving board&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/TD0j0ElYu5I/AAAAAAAAHsg/lPVNQf2OEsQ/s1600/102_6580.jpg"&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/_AD0oMGZSpLA/TD0j0ElYu5I/AAAAAAAAHsg/lPVNQf2OEsQ/s320/102_6580.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493586497952594834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but he did it!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/TD0jzLkeotI/AAAAAAAAHsY/kZoIrBj9KZA/s1600/102_6581.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/TD0jzLkeotI/AAAAAAAAHsY/kZoIrBj9KZA/s320/102_6581.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493586482647966418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ty flipping off the diving board&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/TD0h1XgAkxI/AAAAAAAAHsQ/lBBpDNxMnwE/s1600/102_6584.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 219px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/TD0h1XgAkxI/AAAAAAAAHsQ/lBBpDNxMnwE/s320/102_6584.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493584321186927378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After they worked up an appetite at the Blue Hole, we headed back to where the watermelon was...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cade taking his time eating his piece&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/TD0h043hCII/AAAAAAAAHsI/C2Mah69aGRA/s1600/102_6595.jpg"&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/_AD0oMGZSpLA/TD0h043hCII/AAAAAAAAHsI/C2Mah69aGRA/s320/102_6595.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493584312964024450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cody enjoyed bigger bites...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/TD0hz7S7wrI/AAAAAAAAHsA/nKxn5Y605TE/s1600/102_6597.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/TD0hz7S7wrI/AAAAAAAAHsA/nKxn5Y605TE/s320/102_6597.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493584296436023986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cole was not a shy eater when it came to his watermelon.  He did not even come up for a breather...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/TD0fbUZrZaI/AAAAAAAAHr4/RS9sx5gB-Vc/s1600/102_6600.JPG"&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/_AD0oMGZSpLA/TD0fbUZrZaI/AAAAAAAAHr4/RS9sx5gB-Vc/s320/102_6600.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493581674655212962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sweet Meghan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/TD0fawaMIgI/AAAAAAAAHrw/tqY6COG5mlk/s1600/102_6606.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/TD0fawaMIgI/AAAAAAAAHrw/tqY6COG5mlk/s320/102_6606.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493581664993681922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is my tongue red?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/TD0faN1DIFI/AAAAAAAAHro/2BQiKOpvG1c/s1600/102_6608.jpg"&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/_AD0oMGZSpLA/TD0faN1DIFI/AAAAAAAAHro/2BQiKOpvG1c/s320/102_6608.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493581655711096914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After Turner Falls, we headed down to Gainsville where the Reunion was held.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;McKinly and Ty working on their crafts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/TD0fZhPa9AI/AAAAAAAAHrg/FXayVvwA7ws/s1600/102_6613.JPG"&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/_AD0oMGZSpLA/TD0fZhPa9AI/AAAAAAAAHrg/FXayVvwA7ws/s320/102_6613.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493581643742114818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ty sporting a mohawk in the pool&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/TD0fY9b7McI/AAAAAAAAHrY/X36C52xMl2w/s1600/102_6614.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/TD0fY9b7McI/AAAAAAAAHrY/X36C52xMl2w/s320/102_6614.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493581634130883010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The kids had a blast and loved getting to stay in the hotel.  You walked out our door and the pool was right there.  Next year my sister wont be able to make the reunion because she'll be in Europe (poor girl), however we're still thinking of crashing the reunion anyway.  We can consider ourselves part of their family, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here are some links to past years at Turner Falls.  I can't believe how big they are gettting!  &lt;a href="http://dortchkids.blogspot.com/2008/06/turner-falls.html"&gt;2008&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://dortchkids.blogspot.com/2007/06/turner-falls.html"&gt;2007&lt;/a&gt;.  I have no idea where 2009 is, but I know I have pictures somewhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37012085-6086661926035722569?l=dortchkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dortchkids.blogspot.com/feeds/6086661926035722569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37012085&amp;postID=6086661926035722569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37012085/posts/default/6086661926035722569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37012085/posts/default/6086661926035722569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dortchkids.blogspot.com/2010/07/turner-falls-2010.html' title='Turner Falls 2010'/><author><name>A Perfect Pandemonium</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15170625675021468808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/St79NJGe-MI/AAAAAAAAG-g/_HNNr13aSIU/S220/dortch_05+LRredo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/TD0lnC7tuRI/AAAAAAAAHtg/PCCxrgPyQac/s72-c/102_6562.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37012085.post-5326672704818382505</id><published>2010-07-13T20:14:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T20:17:08.050-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Done</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am done trying to upload pictures on here.  It still is only letting me do one or two at a time.  It takes way too long.  I am trying to figure something else out.  Until then, there are a lot of pictures up on facebook if you're on there.  I will try and figure something out as soon as possible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37012085-5326672704818382505?l=dortchkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dortchkids.blogspot.com/feeds/5326672704818382505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37012085&amp;postID=5326672704818382505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37012085/posts/default/5326672704818382505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37012085/posts/default/5326672704818382505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dortchkids.blogspot.com/2010/07/done.html' title='Done'/><author><name>A Perfect Pandemonium</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15170625675021468808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/St79NJGe-MI/AAAAAAAAG-g/_HNNr13aSIU/S220/dortch_05+LRredo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37012085.post-2551858776693008824</id><published>2010-06-21T14:54:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T14:59:58.209-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate blogger!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have a love/hate relationship with Blogger.  Right now, we're not on the best of terms.  It is not letting me upload pictures.  I have a whole post typed up and ready to go, but it's not near as entertaining without pictures of my adorable children.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Blogger thinks I have the time to sit here and upload ONE picture at a time.  Do you know how many pictures I need to upload right now?  ONE at a time is NOT going to cut it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So until I figure it out, here is a fun picture we took last night at the pool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/TB_SXaW5I4I/AAAAAAAAHrQ/0wqEDH5FlUs/s1600/106_6550.jpg"&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/_AD0oMGZSpLA/TB_SXaW5I4I/AAAAAAAAHrQ/0wqEDH5FlUs/s320/106_6550.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485334170814718850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;More pictures to come. I hope...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37012085-2551858776693008824?l=dortchkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dortchkids.blogspot.com/feeds/2551858776693008824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37012085&amp;postID=2551858776693008824' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37012085/posts/default/2551858776693008824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37012085/posts/default/2551858776693008824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dortchkids.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-hate-bloggerl.html' title='I hate blogger!'/><author><name>A Perfect Pandemonium</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15170625675021468808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/St79NJGe-MI/AAAAAAAAG-g/_HNNr13aSIU/S220/dortch_05+LRredo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/TB_SXaW5I4I/AAAAAAAAHrQ/0wqEDH5FlUs/s72-c/106_6550.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37012085.post-7232102655018048651</id><published>2010-06-04T09:12:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T07:05:42.830-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Horse Riding Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My boys aren't country boys, there's no surprise there.  After this weekend though, I think they want to be!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cade loved riding the horses.  He was a little nervous at first when Uncle Carl put him on the horse behind him...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/TAkZzFpQcvI/AAAAAAAAHqI/sIqtvQqWPX0/s1600/106_6408.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/TAkYjr23k3I/AAAAAAAAHpY/wwO_nO1itGs/s1600/106_6393.JPG"&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/_AD0oMGZSpLA/TAkYjr23k3I/AAAAAAAAHpY/wwO_nO1itGs/s320/106_6393.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478937423020266354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but once he was on by himself, he enjoyed it a lot more...especially because grandpa was leading the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/TAkYkRfUPDI/AAAAAAAAHpg/MpDTu38REpY/s1600/106_6400.JPG"&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/_AD0oMGZSpLA/TAkYkRfUPDI/AAAAAAAAHpg/MpDTu38REpY/s320/106_6400.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478937433122028594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cade and Mommy riding Buddy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/TAkYlPsSrCI/AAAAAAAAHpo/L9J-vC-oNf4/s1600/106_6403.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/TAkYlPsSrCI/AAAAAAAAHpo/L9J-vC-oNf4/s320/106_6403.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478937449819450402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Close up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/TAkYlqNJrpI/AAAAAAAAHpw/J1vKxZftHaE/s1600/106_6402.jpg"&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/_AD0oMGZSpLA/TAkYlqNJrpI/AAAAAAAAHpw/J1vKxZftHaE/s320/106_6402.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478937456936595090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cole was deathly afraid of the horses and screamed any time they came near.  So, he was happy just hanging out on the porch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/TAkYmNNkKSI/AAAAAAAAHp4/nD344uqJlcM/s1600/106_6389.JPG"&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/_AD0oMGZSpLA/TAkYmNNkKSI/AAAAAAAAHp4/nD344uqJlcM/s320/106_6389.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478937466333571362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; We did have a little scare though.  Grandma Kathie got on Buddy to ride him and put Cade on the saddle in front of her.  For some reason, the reins were messed up and when Kathie tried to get the horse to turn, he thought she wanted him to back up.  She tried to correct him, but the horse got a little more confused.  He ended up hitting his let really hard on the BBQ grill that was behind him, which scared him so he bucked up...knocking Grandma Kathie and Cade off the horse.  Uncle Carl did an awesome ninja roll toward them in order to knock Buddy out of the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was scary while it was happening, but everyone is alright.  Kathie (my step-mom) ended up breaking her finger and had to have surgery yesterday to have some pins put in.  Other than that, they are all fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We did make Cade get right up on another horse while Uncle Carl calmed Buddy down.  It wasn't the horse's fault.  It was actually ours (possibly mine since I was the last one off the horse, but let's not spread that around too much).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cade was a little hesitant but after we assured him Littlebit wouldn't go fast like Buddy, he was fine!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cade and MaKenna on Littlebit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/TAkZyORzrJI/AAAAAAAAHqA/tbqcL0QYoDY/s1600/106_6407.JPG"&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/_AD0oMGZSpLA/TAkZyORzrJI/AAAAAAAAHqA/tbqcL0QYoDY/s320/106_6407.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478938772289858706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;See??  All better now!  We knew if he didn't get right back up, he would be afraid of horses from now on...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/TAkdcAZ0noI/AAAAAAAAHqo/wzleb21mZxs/s1600/106_6408.jpg"&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/_AD0oMGZSpLA/TAkdcAZ0noI/AAAAAAAAHqo/wzleb21mZxs/s320/106_6408.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478942788654767746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After the scare, Grandma Kathie took everyone to Dairy Queen for some ice cream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/TAkZzjbKyrI/AAAAAAAAHqQ/Rc5J--zlCYM/s1600/106_6411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/TAkZzjbKyrI/AAAAAAAAHqQ/Rc5J--zlCYM/s320/106_6411.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478938795146136242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cade enjoyed telling everyone about how he "fell off da horsey because Buddy was jus too fast"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/TAkZ0PLlwaI/AAAAAAAAHqY/7Re7t3txcvA/s1600/106_6418.JPG"&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/_AD0oMGZSpLA/TAkZ0PLlwaI/AAAAAAAAHqY/7Re7t3txcvA/s320/106_6418.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478938806891954594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Uncle Claydough had an allergic reaction to the horses.  His eyes were all swollen until his Benadryl kicked in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/TAkZ0k_vcjI/AAAAAAAAHqg/KOMcFwT3roA/s1600/106_6417.JPG"&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/_AD0oMGZSpLA/TAkZ0k_vcjI/AAAAAAAAHqg/KOMcFwT3roA/s320/106_6417.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478938812747838002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That night we drove and met my mom for Dinner at Chili's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aunt Chandler, Cole, and Chelsi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/TAkdclRCEiI/AAAAAAAAHqw/hwku5BFKpUs/s1600/106_6422.JPG"&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/_AD0oMGZSpLA/TAkdclRCEiI/AAAAAAAAHqw/hwku5BFKpUs/s320/106_6422.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478942798550012450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cole sportin' some shades&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/TAkdd2asisI/AAAAAAAAHrA/pgg2Wy9OGyA/s1600/106_6421.JPG"&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/_AD0oMGZSpLA/TAkdd2asisI/AAAAAAAAHrA/pgg2Wy9OGyA/s320/106_6421.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478942820333816514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Later that night, Uncle Claydough decided to try on Chelsi's cheer uniform.  He claims he was forced...he doesn't look too forced to me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/TAkddRexTgI/AAAAAAAAHq4/IUxFNdMRvso/s1600/106_6425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/TAkddRexTgI/AAAAAAAAHq4/IUxFNdMRvso/s320/106_6425.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478942810418793986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The next morning, before we left to head back home, Cade made a friend with a furry caterpillar!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/TAkdeT3173I/AAAAAAAAHrI/xa0DoQj2h24/s1600/106_6426.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/TAkdeT3173I/AAAAAAAAHrI/xa0DoQj2h24/s320/106_6426.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478942828240695154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chelsi came back home with us and we will have to take her back...eventually!  That just means more fun out in the country!  Hopefully not as much drama with the horses this time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37012085-7232102655018048651?l=dortchkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dortchkids.blogspot.com/feeds/7232102655018048651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37012085&amp;postID=7232102655018048651' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37012085/posts/default/7232102655018048651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37012085/posts/default/7232102655018048651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dortchkids.blogspot.com/2010/06/horse-riding-fun.html' title='Horse Riding Fun'/><author><name>A Perfect Pandemonium</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15170625675021468808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/St79NJGe-MI/AAAAAAAAG-g/_HNNr13aSIU/S220/dortch_05+LRredo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/TAkYjr23k3I/AAAAAAAAHpY/wwO_nO1itGs/s72-c/106_6393.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37012085.post-1010183113985508413</id><published>2010-06-01T15:31:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T07:05:06.779-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Texas Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Since TJ got to go to Chicago with McKinly and Cody, I decided to take Cade and Cole south for the weekend to go stay with my brother out in the country.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fishing, horses, mud, cousins who drive them around on the Gator...heaven to a little boy!  Wait, who am I kidding, I was more excited for all that than they were.  What can I say, I'm still 5 at heart!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, and Uncle Claydough, Grandma and Grandpa drove up and and stayed the weekend with us too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As soon as we got there, Uncle Claydough and Chelsi took Cade fishing!  My little man was very excited!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/TAV-RvreIoI/AAAAAAAAHno/GI-WCXXaiEI/s1600/106_6337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/TAV-RvreIoI/AAAAAAAAHno/GI-WCXXaiEI/s320/106_6337.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477923365087748738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Um, I'm waiting...can we go already?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/TAV-SVOwnbI/AAAAAAAAHnw/e2L65FbusWM/s1600/106_6336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/TAV-SVOwnbI/AAAAAAAAHnw/e2L65FbusWM/s320/106_6336.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477923375167872434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fishing...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/TAV-Syhkk4I/AAAAAAAAHn4/xsY3CMLDz8o/s1600/106_6341.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/TAV-Syhkk4I/AAAAAAAAHn4/xsY3CMLDz8o/s320/106_6341.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477923383031403394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He's figuring it all out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/TAV-TZvhbsI/AAAAAAAAHoA/MIcucxNuFfQ/s1600/106_6342.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/TAV-TZvhbsI/AAAAAAAAHoA/MIcucxNuFfQ/s320/106_6342.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477923393558900418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The fish weren't biting as fast as he wanted them to, so he decided to chill on the dock&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/TAV-UAAyYjI/AAAAAAAAHoI/ieU6sENwIj0/s1600/106_6349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/TAV-UAAyYjI/AAAAAAAAHoI/ieU6sENwIj0/s320/106_6349.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477923403831861810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love this picture.  I think he was talking to Uncle Claydough about something...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/TAV_n8y5kpI/AAAAAAAAHoQ/ySJZhZJq3GU/s1600/106_6355.jpg"&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/_AD0oMGZSpLA/TAV_n8y5kpI/AAAAAAAAHoQ/ySJZhZJq3GU/s320/106_6355.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477924846077317778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Uncle Claydough and Cade on the Gator about to head back from fishing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/TAV_oiDvEXI/AAAAAAAAHoY/ilBCkuan9pg/s1600/106_6354.JPG"&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/_AD0oMGZSpLA/TAV_oiDvEXI/AAAAAAAAHoY/ilBCkuan9pg/s320/106_6354.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477924856080044402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cade and MaKenna&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/TAV_p_r9_8I/AAAAAAAAHog/drSVVZltdYU/s1600/106_6360.JPG"&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/_AD0oMGZSpLA/TAV_p_r9_8I/AAAAAAAAHog/drSVVZltdYU/s320/106_6360.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477924881213292482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That night, Grandpa got out his guitar and started playing...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/TAV_qsnRTFI/AAAAAAAAHoo/WFmIJVRH85s/s1600/106_6368.JPG"&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/_AD0oMGZSpLA/TAV_qsnRTFI/AAAAAAAAHoo/WFmIJVRH85s/s320/106_6368.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477924893273181266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So Cade decided he needed to join in as well&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/TAV_rZUs2UI/AAAAAAAAHow/eUQnJFEbimM/s1600/106_6367.JPG"&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/_AD0oMGZSpLA/TAV_rZUs2UI/AAAAAAAAHow/eUQnJFEbimM/s320/106_6367.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477924905274890562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Taking a little break from playing to roast his marshmallow for some s'mores&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/TAZYYY96DII/AAAAAAAAHo4/L6no98v5l2M/s1600/106_6373.JPG"&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/_AD0oMGZSpLA/TAZYYY96DII/AAAAAAAAHo4/L6no98v5l2M/s320/106_6373.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478163172784999554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Coley enjoying his S'more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/TAZYZHQtspI/AAAAAAAAHpA/VuGBweP9XeE/s1600/106_6381.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/TAZYZHQtspI/AAAAAAAAHpA/VuGBweP9XeE/s320/106_6381.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478163185211912850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Loungin' with Uncle Carl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/TAZYZjaAa6I/AAAAAAAAHpI/CcVnMThs0_g/s1600/106_6382.JPG"&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/_AD0oMGZSpLA/TAZYZjaAa6I/AAAAAAAAHpI/CcVnMThs0_g/s320/106_6382.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478163192767081378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian showed up with his Pony and Cade fell in love...just your size, buddy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/TAZYaGemnKI/AAAAAAAAHpQ/wDUWbKuLm5A/s1600/106_6385.jpg"&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/_AD0oMGZSpLA/TAZYaGemnKI/AAAAAAAAHpQ/wDUWbKuLm5A/s320/106_6385.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478163202181602466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The best part of the night though was when Aunt Pammie drove up to see us!!  Too bad she wouldn't take a picture with any of us :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Next up...Day Two and our horse riding adventure...&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/37012085-1010183113985508413?l=dortchkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dortchkids.blogspot.com/feeds/1010183113985508413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37012085&amp;postID=1010183113985508413' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37012085/posts/default/1010183113985508413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37012085/posts/default/1010183113985508413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dortchkids.blogspot.com/2010/06/another-texas-trip.html' title='Another Texas Trip'/><author><name>A Perfect Pandemonium</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15170625675021468808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/St79NJGe-MI/AAAAAAAAG-g/_HNNr13aSIU/S220/dortch_05+LRredo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/TAV-RvreIoI/AAAAAAAAHno/GI-WCXXaiEI/s72-c/106_6337.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37012085.post-1744784172036617828</id><published>2010-05-28T15:49:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T16:07:18.880-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's been a long time since I've been on here!  We have been busy with the end of school, baseball, Uncle Jon's graduation, Uncle Jon's wedding and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;TJ&lt;/span&gt; and the kids just left on a plane to Chicago about an hour ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last weekend we drove to Houston to watch Uncle Jonathan and the now Aunt Jilli get married!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My niece, Meghan (the flower girl) at the rehearsal &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/TAA7WeEOiII/AAAAAAAAHmQ/oIxX4Kn3CLE/s1600/101_0795.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/TAA7WeEOiII/AAAAAAAAHmQ/oIxX4Kn3CLE/s320/101_0795.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476442404096477314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Meghan and Me at the rehearsal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/TAA7XBXY2vI/AAAAAAAAHmY/PDMScSQ0-8w/s1600/101_0806.JPG"&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/_AD0oMGZSpLA/TAA7XBXY2vI/AAAAAAAAHmY/PDMScSQ0-8w/s320/101_0806.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476442413572086514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Fab Four&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Leslie, Chandler, Me, and Jon)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/TAA7XnPRqnI/AAAAAAAAHmg/mamvmKmhWWg/s1600/101_0819.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/TAA7XnPRqnI/AAAAAAAAHmg/mamvmKmhWWg/s320/101_0819.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476442423738608242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;TJ&lt;/span&gt; and Me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/TAA7YU11rkI/AAAAAAAAHmo/C6ecYgsxmYM/s1600/101_0817.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/TAA7YU11rkI/AAAAAAAAHmo/C6ecYgsxmYM/s320/101_0817.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476442435979947586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The kids playing after the wedding&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/TAA7YxAgV8I/AAAAAAAAHmw/H_356mv9v-0/s1600/101_0831.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/TAA7YxAgV8I/AAAAAAAAHmw/H_356mv9v-0/s320/101_0831.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476442443540879298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cole enjoying the reception dinner...or in his case, rock candy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/TAA85SRPniI/AAAAAAAAHm4/CyN_ReV-ckY/s1600/101_0836.JPG"&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/_AD0oMGZSpLA/TAA85SRPniI/AAAAAAAAHm4/CyN_ReV-ckY/s320/101_0836.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476444101736898082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Uncle Jonathan and Aunt Jilli dancing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; (sorry so blurry, my mom didn't know how to work my camera)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/TAA86Fy11iI/AAAAAAAAHnA/4u3vtXxl50c/s1600/101_0843.JPG"&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/_AD0oMGZSpLA/TAA86Fy11iI/AAAAAAAAHnA/4u3vtXxl50c/s320/101_0843.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476444115568023074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cody dancing with Mommy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/TAA86vzRwxI/AAAAAAAAHnI/6tqMa4bYg2E/s1600/101_0855.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/TAA86vzRwxI/AAAAAAAAHnI/6tqMa4bYg2E/s320/101_0855.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476444126844142354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cody and Tasha dancing, obviously she has cooler moves than mommy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/TAA87AjyVpI/AAAAAAAAHnQ/L7L6XL38xhw/s1600/101_0860.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 236px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/TAA87AjyVpI/AAAAAAAAHnQ/L7L6XL38xhw/s320/101_0860.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476444131342571154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Holding his sparkler for the bride and groom to run through&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/TAA87kL4cXI/AAAAAAAAHnY/InG3NW4jE0M/s1600/101_0874.JPG"&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/_AD0oMGZSpLA/TAA87kL4cXI/AAAAAAAAHnY/InG3NW4jE0M/s320/101_0874.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476444140905984370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We had a very fun weekend, but Cole decided to be a little...how should I put it...BRAT all weekend so it made it a little stressful!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We're headed back down to Texas this weekend since &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;TJ&lt;/span&gt;, Cody and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;McKinly&lt;/span&gt; are in Chicago.  I'm sure we'll have a ton more pictures to share after that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37012085-1744784172036617828?l=dortchkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dortchkids.blogspot.com/feeds/1744784172036617828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37012085&amp;postID=1744784172036617828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37012085/posts/default/1744784172036617828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37012085/posts/default/1744784172036617828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dortchkids.blogspot.com/2010/05/wedding-weekend.html' title='Wedding Weekend'/><author><name>A Perfect Pandemonium</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15170625675021468808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/St79NJGe-MI/AAAAAAAAG-g/_HNNr13aSIU/S220/dortch_05+LRredo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/TAA7WeEOiII/AAAAAAAAHmQ/oIxX4Kn3CLE/s72-c/101_0795.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37012085.post-3473474318162375359</id><published>2010-05-05T21:55:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T22:07:16.397-06:00</updated><title type='text'>you know it's time for a haircut when...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;one moment Cole is sporting the ever so attractive comb over look&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S-I_C3lxo9I/AAAAAAAAHl4/JMhnzR2GsRs/s1600/101_0757.jpg"&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/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S-I_C3lxo9I/AAAAAAAAHl4/JMhnzR2GsRs/s320/101_0757.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468002216095884242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and the next he looks like this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S-I_DQq9ZzI/AAAAAAAAHmA/4QaJBHKZV4Q/s1600/101_0758.JPG"&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/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S-I_DQq9ZzI/AAAAAAAAHmA/4QaJBHKZV4Q/s320/101_0758.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468002222828513074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;nothing like the "sticking your finger in the light socket" look.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S-I_Dp3IA_I/AAAAAAAAHmI/1HSRi1jknGg/s1600/101_0760.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 232px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S-I_Dp3IA_I/AAAAAAAAHmI/1HSRi1jknGg/s320/101_0760.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468002229590426610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We'll be going for a haircut this weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37012085-3473474318162375359?l=dortchkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dortchkids.blogspot.com/feeds/3473474318162375359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37012085&amp;postID=3473474318162375359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37012085/posts/default/3473474318162375359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37012085/posts/default/3473474318162375359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dortchkids.blogspot.com/2010/05/you-know-its-time-for-haircut-when.html' title='you know it&apos;s time for a haircut when...'/><author><name>A Perfect Pandemonium</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15170625675021468808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/St79NJGe-MI/AAAAAAAAG-g/_HNNr13aSIU/S220/dortch_05+LRredo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S-I_C3lxo9I/AAAAAAAAHl4/JMhnzR2GsRs/s72-c/101_0757.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37012085.post-5018143663568504230</id><published>2010-05-05T12:11:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T12:16:42.523-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cinco de Mayo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My boys have always watched Dora the Explorer and Go Diego Go.  They have actually learned a lot from them.  They know their colors, how to count, how to say open and close, etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One thing they have NOT learned is what language they're actually speaking...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cody: "Mama, it's Cinco de Mayo today.  The people who celebrate this day speak Dora."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Apparently, I should mention to them that "Dora" is not actually a language...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37012085-5018143663568504230?l=dortchkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dortchkids.blogspot.com/feeds/5018143663568504230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37012085&amp;postID=5018143663568504230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37012085/posts/default/5018143663568504230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37012085/posts/default/5018143663568504230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dortchkids.blogspot.com/2010/05/cinco-de-mayo.html' title='Cinco de Mayo'/><author><name>A Perfect Pandemonium</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15170625675021468808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/St79NJGe-MI/AAAAAAAAG-g/_HNNr13aSIU/S220/dortch_05+LRredo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37012085.post-5492465345928895666</id><published>2010-05-03T06:59:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T07:19:16.123-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Jonathan's Graduation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This weekend was awesome! We got to have tons of family in town and best of all, we got to see Uncle Jonathan graduate college!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S97KEdqtVKI/AAAAAAAAHlI/TLWAluYODjw/s1600/101_0736.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 251px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S97KEdqtVKI/AAAAAAAAHlI/TLWAluYODjw/s320/101_0736.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467029175706408098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Funny story...because let's admit it, when my kids are involved something is bound to happen:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, we are sitting there in the graduation ceremony and I have tons of snacks with me for the little ones to keep them quiet.  I gave Cole some Goldfish to keep him quiet during the prayer.  Well, just my luck, when it is silent in the entire auditorium, Cole starts gagging on the handful of Goldfish he shoved in his mouth and starts spitting it up back in my hand!  Now, I know they're "the snack the smiles back"...I just didn't know they were "the snack that comes BACK up". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Needless to say, I took Cole out and let him run around the hallway while I poked my head through the door in order to see my little brother walk across the stage!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Did I mention he graduated Cum Laude?  Well, he did!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S97KFHDEaQI/AAAAAAAAHlQ/OAOD_JIdONk/s1600/101_0735.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S97KFHDEaQI/AAAAAAAAHlQ/OAOD_JIdONk/s320/101_0735.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467029186814437634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Three of my brothers with Cade and Cole&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cade and Uncle D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S97L4t3ZsHI/AAAAAAAAHlY/9AFTv_LAtm8/s1600/101_0731.jpg"&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/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S97L4t3ZsHI/AAAAAAAAHlY/9AFTv_LAtm8/s320/101_0731.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467031172919439474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After the ceremony, Cole held the door for everyone to come out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S97MK1giIdI/AAAAAAAAHlg/NDESvvh8aaM/s1600/101_0732.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S97MK1giIdI/AAAAAAAAHlg/NDESvvh8aaM/s320/101_0732.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467031484208652754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ok, it was propped open, but don't tell the little guy.  He was very proud of himself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Uncle Jonathan and Grandpa Buck...not sure who is goofier? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S97Md-rUsWI/AAAAAAAAHlo/CrcB-PiJG5c/s1600/101_0738.jpg"&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/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S97Md-rUsWI/AAAAAAAAHlo/CrcB-PiJG5c/s320/101_0738.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467031813087342946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cade needed a picture with his Uncle Jonathan!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S97M7MNgAZI/AAAAAAAAHlw/9zM7orqj20I/s1600/101_0739.jpg"&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/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S97M7MNgAZI/AAAAAAAAHlw/9zM7orqj20I/s320/101_0739.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467032314936557970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Have I mentioned how proud we are of you, Jon??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37012085-5492465345928895666?l=dortchkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dortchkids.blogspot.com/feeds/5492465345928895666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37012085&amp;postID=5492465345928895666' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37012085/posts/default/5492465345928895666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37012085/posts/default/5492465345928895666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dortchkids.blogspot.com/2010/05/jonathans-graduation.html' title='Jonathan&apos;s Graduation'/><author><name>A Perfect Pandemonium</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15170625675021468808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/St79NJGe-MI/AAAAAAAAG-g/_HNNr13aSIU/S220/dortch_05+LRredo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S97KEdqtVKI/AAAAAAAAHlI/TLWAluYODjw/s72-c/101_0736.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37012085.post-5045992409716929228</id><published>2010-04-26T21:11:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T21:23:07.640-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Congrats Uncle Jonathan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Uncle Jonathan graduates from college on Friday and starts his new big boy job on Monday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My little brother has been doing a little "trial run" for an advertising company here in OKC the past few days.  He was one of 40 applicants for the job and he just got official word today that they chose him!  He is so excited and so are we!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Uncle Jonathan and (soon-to-be) Aunt Jilli get to stay in Oklahoma!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S9ZWfEmLVcI/AAAAAAAAHkg/S4469LBDknU/s1600/101_0696.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S9ZWfEmLVcI/AAAAAAAAHkg/S4469LBDknU/s320/101_0696.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464650289670477250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We took them to Sumo (duh!) to celebrate his big boyness!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We didn't sit on the Hibachi side this time because everyone except the kids wanted Sushi!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;However, Cade did try his first bite of sushi tonight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S9ZXvMYvEtI/AAAAAAAAHkw/o6K-1ukWsDE/s1600/101_0701.jpg"&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/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S9ZXvMYvEtI/AAAAAAAAHkw/o6K-1ukWsDE/s320/101_0701.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464651666151117522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cole was just happy eating his soup and playing in the little chairs!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S9ZWrf1JkzI/AAAAAAAAHko/55yGOaIjsvs/s1600/101_0695.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S9ZWrf1JkzI/AAAAAAAAHko/55yGOaIjsvs/s320/101_0695.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464650503139463986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All the boys love being there and are always really well behaved when we go!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S9ZXvjU5_aI/AAAAAAAAHk4/Cy6Ny9KVpAA/s1600/101_0698.jpg"&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/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S9ZXvjU5_aI/AAAAAAAAHk4/Cy6Ny9KVpAA/s320/101_0698.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464651672309071266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Plus, they like to ham it up for the camera!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(sorry this picture of Cody is blurry)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S9ZXwge8vtI/AAAAAAAAHlA/ktdBOGCz5RU/s1600/101_0697.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 195px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S9ZXwge8vtI/AAAAAAAAHlA/ktdBOGCz5RU/s320/101_0697.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464651688725757650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We are so happy we get to keep Uncle Jonathan!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37012085-5045992409716929228?l=dortchkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dortchkids.blogspot.com/feeds/5045992409716929228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37012085&amp;postID=5045992409716929228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37012085/posts/default/5045992409716929228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37012085/posts/default/5045992409716929228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dortchkids.blogspot.com/2010/04/congrats-uncle-jonathan.html' title='Congrats Uncle Jonathan'/><author><name>A Perfect Pandemonium</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15170625675021468808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/St79NJGe-MI/AAAAAAAAG-g/_HNNr13aSIU/S220/dortch_05+LRredo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S9ZWfEmLVcI/AAAAAAAAHkg/S4469LBDknU/s72-c/101_0696.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37012085.post-6852351275181487538</id><published>2010-04-25T22:11:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T22:16:26.073-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Third Place</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cody had another t-ball tournament this weekend and they got 3rd Place!  Considering there were 12 teams in his age group, I think it's safe to say they did awesome!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S9US8zTKYEI/AAAAAAAAHkQ/vqjPbrRa3Mg/s1600/101_0689.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 245px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S9US8zTKYEI/AAAAAAAAHkQ/vqjPbrRa3Mg/s320/101_0689.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464294558655995970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was rough on Saturday.  It rained all through their game and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Cade&lt;/span&gt; had to take cover under the blankets!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S9US9bXqa1I/AAAAAAAAHkY/-JjTKoHPQ90/s1600/101_0680.JPG"&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/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S9US9bXqa1I/AAAAAAAAHkY/-JjTKoHPQ90/s320/101_0680.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464294569412291410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But on Sunday, the weather was perfect!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Cody is the one in the back)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S9US8JomNxI/AAAAAAAAHkI/0L3souh15kM/s1600/101_0682.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S9US8JomNxI/AAAAAAAAHkI/0L3souh15kM/s320/101_0682.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464294547471611666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Great job, boys!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37012085-6852351275181487538?l=dortchkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dortchkids.blogspot.com/feeds/6852351275181487538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37012085&amp;postID=6852351275181487538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37012085/posts/default/6852351275181487538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37012085/posts/default/6852351275181487538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dortchkids.blogspot.com/2010/04/third-place.html' title='Third Place'/><author><name>A Perfect Pandemonium</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15170625675021468808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/St79NJGe-MI/AAAAAAAAG-g/_HNNr13aSIU/S220/dortch_05+LRredo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S9US8zTKYEI/AAAAAAAAHkQ/vqjPbrRa3Mg/s72-c/101_0689.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37012085.post-4285272245161809626</id><published>2010-04-22T13:04:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T13:22:03.816-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Younger Two</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;While the older kids were at school, Cade wanted me to take some pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He is becoming way too grown up!  This is the pose he wanted to do, without any help from me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S9CfvpiOHKI/AAAAAAAAHjo/RqU8nnRXxqw/s1600/101_0666.jpg"&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/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S9CfvpiOHKI/AAAAAAAAHjo/RqU8nnRXxqw/s320/101_0666.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463041988952464546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is now my favorite picture.  I know it looks as though Cole might be getting strangled, but I assure you it was an incredible sweet moment!  Cade is not always this lovey dovey to his little brother!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S9CgE6D8EJI/AAAAAAAAHjw/6dSrtSJyXPg/s1600/101_0664.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S9CgE6D8EJI/AAAAAAAAHjw/6dSrtSJyXPg/s320/101_0664.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463042354166108306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My little brown-eyed boy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S9CghFVx4aI/AAAAAAAAHj4/6eFb1GsvdzE/s1600/101_0659.jpg"&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/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S9CghFVx4aI/AAAAAAAAHj4/6eFb1GsvdzE/s320/101_0659.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463042838230065570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shhh...don't tell the older kids we were having fun while they were gone!  They don't like to hear that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S9ChtEX6w0I/AAAAAAAAHkA/BxXuLCpolk0/s1600/101_0655.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 235px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S9ChtEX6w0I/AAAAAAAAHkA/BxXuLCpolk0/s320/101_0655.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463044143640658754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37012085-4285272245161809626?l=dortchkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dortchkids.blogspot.com/feeds/4285272245161809626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37012085&amp;postID=4285272245161809626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37012085/posts/default/4285272245161809626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37012085/posts/default/4285272245161809626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dortchkids.blogspot.com/2010/04/younger-two.html' title='The Younger Two'/><author><name>A Perfect Pandemonium</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15170625675021468808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/St79NJGe-MI/AAAAAAAAG-g/_HNNr13aSIU/S220/dortch_05+LRredo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S9CfvpiOHKI/AAAAAAAAHjo/RqU8nnRXxqw/s72-c/101_0666.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37012085.post-362345828634886281</id><published>2010-04-21T21:01:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T21:31:31.921-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Chocolate Fountain</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How do you keep three boys, 5 and under, entertained?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You put them in front of a chocolate fountain...that's how!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S8_AFcm6wcI/AAAAAAAAHjg/ASfqq-B6Wns/s1600/101_0650.jpg"&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/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S8_AFcm6wcI/AAAAAAAAHjg/ASfqq-B6Wns/s320/101_0650.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462796072835006914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was quite a mess, but they were happy...and not fighting...or screaming!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S8-99c1HrrI/AAAAAAAAHjQ/vgxhYnjmfag/s1600/101_0643.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 233px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S8-99c1HrrI/AAAAAAAAHjQ/vgxhYnjmfag/s320/101_0643.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462793736432365234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S8_AE7_-uQI/AAAAAAAAHjY/qIdHsg17Kn0/s1600/101_0654.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S8_AE7_-uQI/AAAAAAAAHjY/qIdHsg17Kn0/s320/101_0654.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462796064081754370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I LOVE THAT CHOCOLATE FOUNTAIN!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We may have dentist bills to pay later down the road, but it was worth it!  They dipped some fruit in it too...that counts for something, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37012085-362345828634886281?l=dortchkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dortchkids.blogspot.com/feeds/362345828634886281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37012085&amp;postID=362345828634886281' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37012085/posts/default/362345828634886281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37012085/posts/default/362345828634886281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dortchkids.blogspot.com/2010/04/chocolate-fountain.html' title='Chocolate Fountain'/><author><name>A Perfect Pandemonium</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15170625675021468808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/St79NJGe-MI/AAAAAAAAG-g/_HNNr13aSIU/S220/dortch_05+LRredo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S8_AFcm6wcI/AAAAAAAAHjg/ASfqq-B6Wns/s72-c/101_0650.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37012085.post-6938190131282290826</id><published>2010-04-16T06:32:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T06:53:01.117-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best Medicine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is what happened all during lunch the other day.  The boys could not stop laughing.  Every time they looked at each other, they would just start cracking up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This minute and a half makes up for all the fighting, yelling, screaming, and wrestling that I have to endure on a daily basis...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-5b77932ba0971fee" 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.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D5b77932ba0971fee%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331262163%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D69BF9591BA277AD93903F1AF2EE17983FE83DBB2.638974C028B31086D643EF68D5918C80A8F2BF8E%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5b77932ba0971fee%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Du14HvQYWe_kpo319TWSLgkzbgqE&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.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D5b77932ba0971fee%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331262163%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D69BF9591BA277AD93903F1AF2EE17983FE83DBB2.638974C028B31086D643EF68D5918C80A8F2BF8E%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5b77932ba0971fee%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Du14HvQYWe_kpo319TWSLgkzbgqE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OK, it doesn't make up for it, but makes it all tolerable!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37012085-6938190131282290826?l=dortchkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dortchkids.blogspot.com/feeds/6938190131282290826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37012085&amp;postID=6938190131282290826' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37012085/posts/default/6938190131282290826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37012085/posts/default/6938190131282290826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dortchkids.blogspot.com/2010/04/best-medicine.html' title='The Best Medicine'/><author><name>A Perfect Pandemonium</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15170625675021468808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/St79NJGe-MI/AAAAAAAAG-g/_HNNr13aSIU/S220/dortch_05+LRredo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37012085.post-4904230396179437638</id><published>2010-04-11T20:30:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T20:48:20.870-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ice Cream Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Three special little boys got their first visit from the ice cream man this season!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S8KH1hUXAkI/AAAAAAAAHig/VEDFXkxNtfI/s1600/101_0584.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S8KH1hUXAkI/AAAAAAAAHig/VEDFXkxNtfI/s320/101_0584.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459075051873043010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And it's safe to say, they enjoyed it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S8KIRR--rEI/AAAAAAAAHio/X8Y1uFcp49M/s1600/101_0589.jpg"&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/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S8KIRR--rEI/AAAAAAAAHio/X8Y1uFcp49M/s320/101_0589.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459075528793173058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S8KIfaeipgI/AAAAAAAAHiw/tJc8rDxw4nM/s1600/101_0583.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S8KIfaeipgI/AAAAAAAAHiw/tJc8rDxw4nM/s320/101_0583.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459075771591206402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I mean, who doesn't enjoy a $3 ice cream that I can buy an entire box of cheaper at the grocery store??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S8KI7DEaC3I/AAAAAAAAHi4/Zim5nZmMvZQ/s1600/101_0591.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S8KI7DEaC3I/AAAAAAAAHi4/Zim5nZmMvZQ/s320/101_0591.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459076246343912306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's worth it to see how excited they get when they hear the truck coming down our street, even if my wallet doesn't think so!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S8KJnTIh4WI/AAAAAAAAHjA/Y8N0lmLUFpA/s1600/101_0594.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S8KJnTIh4WI/AAAAAAAAHjA/Y8N0lmLUFpA/s320/101_0594.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459077006570414434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S8KJn-qYOnI/AAAAAAAAHjI/g_ZuA58yX_4/s1600/101_0598.jpg"&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/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S8KJn-qYOnI/AAAAAAAAHjI/g_ZuA58yX_4/s320/101_0598.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459077018255112818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37012085-4904230396179437638?l=dortchkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dortchkids.blogspot.com/feeds/4904230396179437638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37012085&amp;postID=4904230396179437638' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37012085/posts/default/4904230396179437638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37012085/posts/default/4904230396179437638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dortchkids.blogspot.com/2010/04/ice-cream-man.html' title='Ice Cream Man'/><author><name>A Perfect Pandemonium</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15170625675021468808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/St79NJGe-MI/AAAAAAAAG-g/_HNNr13aSIU/S220/dortch_05+LRredo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S8KH1hUXAkI/AAAAAAAAHig/VEDFXkxNtfI/s72-c/101_0584.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37012085.post-6371916985068107738</id><published>2010-04-05T20:17:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T21:48:29.527-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Why to the rescue</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He's a Super Hero...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S7x49cJxBYI/AAAAAAAAHiA/t_BoOOQLuns/s1600/101_0572.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S7x49cJxBYI/AAAAAAAAHiA/t_BoOOQLuns/s320/101_0572.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457369845390706050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...who has the power to read!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S7x487OcsqI/AAAAAAAAHh4/rHuomSyKJsY/s1600/101_0573.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S7x487OcsqI/AAAAAAAAHh4/rHuomSyKJsY/s320/101_0573.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457369836551975586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pbskids.org/superwhy/"&gt;Super Why&lt;/a&gt; is Cade's favorite show.  The Easter Bunny left him a Super Why cape, mask, and wand thingy (that's the appropriate name for it, right?) in his Easter Basket.  Once Cade saw that, he couldn't care less about anything else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He has worn it ever since.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He is Super Why in his pajamas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S76isCS6e1I/AAAAAAAAHiI/d7Sp9wUgukc/s1600/101_0565.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S76isCS6e1I/AAAAAAAAHiI/d7Sp9wUgukc/s320/101_0565.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457978675833764690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;watching tv&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S76jAatsImI/AAAAAAAAHiQ/d_qQSmp1u2A/s1600/101_0568.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 232px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S76jAatsImI/AAAAAAAAHiQ/d_qQSmp1u2A/s320/101_0568.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457979025985905250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;eating dinner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S76jR9WuK_I/AAAAAAAAHiY/cm5rxsLnaXA/s1600/101_0578.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S76jR9WuK_I/AAAAAAAAHiY/cm5rxsLnaXA/s320/101_0578.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457979327342586866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and every minute in between!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37012085-6371916985068107738?l=dortchkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dortchkids.blogspot.com/feeds/6371916985068107738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37012085&amp;postID=6371916985068107738' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37012085/posts/default/6371916985068107738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37012085/posts/default/6371916985068107738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dortchkids.blogspot.com/2010/04/super-why-to-rescue.html' title='Super Why to the rescue'/><author><name>A Perfect Pandemonium</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15170625675021468808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/St79NJGe-MI/AAAAAAAAG-g/_HNNr13aSIU/S220/dortch_05+LRredo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S7x49cJxBYI/AAAAAAAAHiA/t_BoOOQLuns/s72-c/101_0572.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37012085.post-7990160299417347794</id><published>2010-04-02T08:20:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T08:28:40.861-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Help!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cade has not pooped since last Saturday, and I'm not even 100% sure he did then!  It's awful, we have tried everything we know to try.  It is now to the point where he just screams.  One minute he'll be playing, the next he will be doubled over in pain.  It's the worst feeling in the world not knowing what to do to help him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I called the doctor two days ago and told him all that we had done.  Once the enema failed, we were at a loss (I know this might be too much information but I don't know what else to do).  He told us to try Magnesium Citrate and give him half the jar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not only does it taste disgusting and getting a three year old to drink it is nearly impossible, it didn't work!  It did get a tiny bit out, but nothing to come close to a full BM!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My baby is just in horrible pain.  It makes me feel worthless as a mother.  He ends up in bed with us at night, and at least once an hour, he wakes up screaming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have a call into the doctor again, but haven't heard back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you're the praying type, please pray something happens...and quick!  I don't know how much more pain Cade can take!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37012085-7990160299417347794?l=dortchkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dortchkids.blogspot.com/feeds/7990160299417347794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37012085&amp;postID=7990160299417347794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37012085/posts/default/7990160299417347794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37012085/posts/default/7990160299417347794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dortchkids.blogspot.com/2010/04/help.html' title='Help!'/><author><name>A Perfect Pandemonium</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15170625675021468808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/St79NJGe-MI/AAAAAAAAG-g/_HNNr13aSIU/S220/dortch_05+LRredo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37012085.post-3184990910711719408</id><published>2010-03-31T16:33:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T20:36:38.670-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Time = Best snow cones EVER!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Two days ago, I got the best news!  Our snow cone place is now open for the season!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What's more exciting than that??  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;NOTHING!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, maybe my birthday...which is in 3 days, by the way!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The kids are just as excited about the snow cones as I am!  Maybe not &lt;i&gt;a&lt;/i&gt;s excited, but pretty close...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S7QFeHOVXaI/AAAAAAAAHhY/Cj6YUJnRRv8/s1600/101_0553.JPG"&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/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S7QFeHOVXaI/AAAAAAAAHhY/Cj6YUJnRRv8/s320/101_0553.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454991063545896354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;we are constantly getting asked if these two are twins...nope, just the same size!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Laney, Jake, and Cody&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S7QFeqSE8SI/AAAAAAAAHhg/d5U-2Ze7EDY/s1600/101_0554.JPG"&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/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S7QFeqSE8SI/AAAAAAAAHhg/d5U-2Ze7EDY/s320/101_0554.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454991072956838178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cole and his snow cone dripping down his face.  It's a good thing I get him the clear kind...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S7QFfJQeQFI/AAAAAAAAHho/9QcQp8vkqRc/s1600/101_0555.JPG"&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/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S7QFfJQeQFI/AAAAAAAAHho/9QcQp8vkqRc/s320/101_0555.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454991081271607378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I was taking a picture of him, he walked right up to the camera before it went off.  Hello close up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S7QFfpGHNhI/AAAAAAAAHhw/x53-nxGUmys/s1600/101_0558.JPG"&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/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S7QFfpGHNhI/AAAAAAAAHhw/x53-nxGUmys/s320/101_0558.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454991089818088978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37012085-3184990910711719408?l=dortchkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dortchkids.blogspot.com/feeds/3184990910711719408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37012085&amp;postID=3184990910711719408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37012085/posts/default/3184990910711719408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37012085/posts/default/3184990910711719408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dortchkids.blogspot.com/2010/03/spring-time-best-snow-cones-ever.html' title='Spring Time = Best snow cones EVER!'/><author><name>A Perfect Pandemonium</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15170625675021468808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/St79NJGe-MI/AAAAAAAAG-g/_HNNr13aSIU/S220/dortch_05+LRredo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S7QFeHOVXaI/AAAAAAAAHhY/Cj6YUJnRRv8/s72-c/101_0553.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37012085.post-1762535941920387638</id><published>2010-03-30T18:57:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T19:16:54.091-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Flat Stanley's Spring Break trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Flat Stanley went to New York City over Spring Break.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here is the note he sent to Cody:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; "&gt;Dear Cody,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; "&gt;I had so much fun in &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1269997135_2" style="line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; "&gt;New York City&lt;/span&gt;!  I got to ride in a cab, on a subway, and did LOTS of walking around the city.  I stayed in a hotel in Times Square, and I got to see some really cool things while I was there.  Pam took me to &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1269997135_3" style="line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; "&gt;FAO Schwarz&lt;/span&gt; to play, Central Park, to the &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1269997135_4" style="line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; "&gt;Statue of Liberty&lt;/span&gt;, and the top of the &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1269997135_5" style="line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; "&gt;Empire State Building&lt;/span&gt;!  She even let me take my picture with a &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1269997135_6" style="line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; cursor: pointer; background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: transparent; border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: initial; border-bottom-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;Statue of Liberty street&lt;/span&gt; performer.  My favorite part of the trip was going to a restaurant called Serendipity to have some &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1269997135_7" style="line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; "&gt;Frozen Hot Chocolate&lt;/span&gt;.  Thanks so much for letting me visit such a cool city!  I can't wait for my trip to &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1269997135_8" style="line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; "&gt;Disney World&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; "&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1269997135_9" style="line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; "&gt;Flat Stanley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; "&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Along with the pictures from his adventures...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On the subway&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S7Ke9hR5B2I/AAAAAAAAHgI/AJ4N3lNHrCI/s1600/NY+on+subway.jpg"&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/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S7Ke9hR5B2I/AAAAAAAAHgI/AJ4N3lNHrCI/s320/NY+on+subway.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454596878441711458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At Central Park&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S7KgFXTtiuI/AAAAAAAAHgQ/NFuYGZVuLjc/s1600/NY+Stanley+at+Central+Park-2.jpg"&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/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S7KgFXTtiuI/AAAAAAAAHgQ/NFuYGZVuLjc/s320/NY+Stanley+at+Central+Park-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454598112715573986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Playing at FAO Schwarz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S7KgF50piSI/AAAAAAAAHgY/ao-dN01GxMU/s1600/NY+Stanley+at+FAO.jpg"&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/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S7KgF50piSI/AAAAAAAAHgY/ao-dN01GxMU/s320/NY+Stanley+at+FAO.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454598121980528930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S7KgGbyqjDI/AAAAAAAAHgg/YDPCOjHVi5s/s1600/NY+Stanley+at+FAO1.jpg"&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/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S7KgGbyqjDI/AAAAAAAAHgg/YDPCOjHVi5s/s320/NY+Stanley+at+FAO1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454598131099012146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S7KgHD3Ih-I/AAAAAAAAHgo/l9xIG95g9W4/s1600/NY+Stanley+at+FAO2.jpg"&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/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S7KgHD3Ih-I/AAAAAAAAHgo/l9xIG95g9W4/s320/NY+Stanley+at+FAO2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454598141855172578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S7KgHlDl_rI/AAAAAAAAHgw/d5tElTn4nmM/s1600/NY+Stanley+at+FAO3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S7KgHlDl_rI/AAAAAAAAHgw/d5tElTn4nmM/s320/NY+Stanley+at+FAO3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454598150765805234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Statue of Liberty Green M&amp;amp;M!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S7Kg38VCuCI/AAAAAAAAHg4/cts_nOHi8pc/s1600/NY+Stanley+at+M%26M-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S7Kg38VCuCI/AAAAAAAAHg4/cts_nOHi8pc/s320/NY+Stanley+at+M%26M-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454598981646727202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At Serendipity for some frozen hot chocolate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S7Kg4TRT2pI/AAAAAAAAHhA/SNiMM_JA4pU/s1600/NY+Stanley+at+Serendipity.jpg"&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/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S7Kg4TRT2pI/AAAAAAAAHhA/SNiMM_JA4pU/s320/NY+Stanley+at+Serendipity.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454598987805088402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Flat Stanley with the Statue of Liberty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S7Kg5MPV2DI/AAAAAAAAHhI/FNlV82kEn7c/s1600/NY+Stanley+at+Staue+of+Liberty-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S7Kg5MPV2DI/AAAAAAAAHhI/FNlV82kEn7c/s320/NY+Stanley+at+Staue+of+Liberty-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454599003097651250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What's cooler than getting your picture taken with a street performer?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S7Kg5taSbsI/AAAAAAAAHhQ/qrc0BE4aWmY/s1600/NY+Stanley+with+Street+Perfomer-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S7Kg5taSbsI/AAAAAAAAHhQ/qrc0BE4aWmY/s320/NY+Stanley+with+Street+Perfomer-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454599012001935042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thanks Aunt Pammie, Cody said Stanley had a great time and that he can't wait to go to Disney World with you this month!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;More of Stanley's adventures in other places to come!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you're feeling left out and would like to take Stanley some place cool, just let me know.  Cody is all about coloring him to fit where he is going to visit!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37012085-1762535941920387638?l=dortchkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dortchkids.blogspot.com/feeds/1762535941920387638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37012085&amp;postID=1762535941920387638' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37012085/posts/default/1762535941920387638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37012085/posts/default/1762535941920387638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dortchkids.blogspot.com/2010/03/flat-stanleys-spring-break-trip.html' title='Flat Stanley&apos;s Spring Break trip'/><author><name>A Perfect Pandemonium</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15170625675021468808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/St79NJGe-MI/AAAAAAAAG-g/_HNNr13aSIU/S220/dortch_05+LRredo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S7Ke9hR5B2I/AAAAAAAAHgI/AJ4N3lNHrCI/s72-c/NY+on+subway.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37012085.post-7712909026802266535</id><published>2010-03-29T06:26:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T06:41:42.280-06:00</updated><title type='text'>T-ball Tournament</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know it's been a few days, but we've been very busy.  Cody had his first t-ball tournament this weekend, so I haven't been around the computer much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The boys did great for it being their first time.  We played four games total and by the fourth game, the boys were done. It was late, they were tired, and they're only five.  By the last game, they were running around like crazy.  It's like they completely forgot what to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Needless to say, the parents were not so upset that they lost.  I don't think the boys would have lasted for a 5th game.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Because they use a real baseball in the tournaments, instead of the softer baseballs like in their league games, the pitcher has as to wear a helmet.  Cody could barely see when the ball was coming at him!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S7CessGfjeI/AAAAAAAAHfw/Tbct6TAdN7w/s1600/101_0537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 249px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S7CessGfjeI/AAAAAAAAHfw/Tbct6TAdN7w/s320/101_0537.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454033639335497186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Word of advice, don't call his name in the middle of the game to look at the camera.  He missed the ball on this one...oops&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S7CetdTw95I/AAAAAAAAHf4/XP9QdO3wv0c/s1600/101_0538.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 290px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S7CetdTw95I/AAAAAAAAHf4/XP9QdO3wv0c/s320/101_0538.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454033652544501650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;Cody playing catcher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S7Cet6x0EzI/AAAAAAAAHgA/lHBOgyafXSM/s1600/101_0539.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S7Cet6x0EzI/AAAAAAAAHgA/lHBOgyafXSM/s320/101_0539.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454033660455162674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I took the picture fast so the camera focused on the fence, but you get the idea.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cade before heading to the ball fields for the second day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S7CesDxUrnI/AAAAAAAAHfo/rfNaxcESjjA/s1600/101_0536.JPG"&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/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S7CesDxUrnI/AAAAAAAAHfo/rfNaxcESjjA/s320/101_0536.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454033628509286002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They all had fun and that's all that matters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37012085-7712909026802266535?l=dortchkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dortchkids.blogspot.com/feeds/7712909026802266535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37012085&amp;postID=7712909026802266535' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37012085/posts/default/7712909026802266535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37012085/posts/default/7712909026802266535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dortchkids.blogspot.com/2010/03/t-ball-tournament.html' title='T-ball Tournament'/><author><name>A Perfect Pandemonium</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15170625675021468808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/St79NJGe-MI/AAAAAAAAG-g/_HNNr13aSIU/S220/dortch_05+LRredo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S7CessGfjeI/AAAAAAAAHfw/Tbct6TAdN7w/s72-c/101_0537.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37012085.post-2107085308447546073</id><published>2010-03-23T09:25:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T06:33:53.401-06:00</updated><title type='text'>When the _____ hits the fan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lately, that's the only place it hasn't hit!  I have had my fair share of "dirtiness" the past few weeks.  If I never had to clean up "dirty" again, I would be the happiest person alive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have no idea what has gotten into my children.  The three year old refuses to go on the potty and the one year old's diapers are not staying together.  It is ridiculous!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last week I went to change Cole and realized one of the tabs broke off his diaper.  When I went to clean him up, I realized the "dirty" was no longer in his diaper.  I had a little bit of hope that maybe, possibly, there wasn't really any in there to begin with.  That hope diminished when I saw the smear down his leg where it obviously rolled out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I searched this house for an hour and could not find it.  I couldn't smell it either (which is a shocker coming from that child).  I gave up and thought maybe the dog got to it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fast forward a week and a half.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was putting up clothes in my room and noticed a tiny smear mark on my window seat.  I thought it was mud at first, but then realized I'm in Oklahoma...that smear mark wasn't red and therefore could not have been mud!  Nasty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I started looking around and guess what I found under my bed??  Yep, the hidden treasure.  No idea how that one was not found but it was under TJ's side of the bed and he is oblivious to everything!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Seriously though, the dog doesn't even have accidents in the house!!  To make matters worse, that same day, I noticed Connor (one of the kids I watch) had something stuck to the bottom of his foot.  Definitely not red mud either!  Are you kidding me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm a clean person, I truly am.  My boys are clean kids.  So why is this happening to me?  I have scrubbed this whole house and have not found any more "dirty" and I pray we are done with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, I promise it's not like this all the time.  Anyone is more than welcome to come stay at my house...just watch where you step!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37012085-2107085308447546073?l=dortchkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dortchkids.blogspot.com/feeds/2107085308447546073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37012085&amp;postID=2107085308447546073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37012085/posts/default/2107085308447546073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37012085/posts/default/2107085308447546073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dortchkids.blogspot.com/2010/03/when-hits-fan.html' title='When the _____ hits the fan'/><author><name>A Perfect Pandemonium</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15170625675021468808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/St79NJGe-MI/AAAAAAAAG-g/_HNNr13aSIU/S220/dortch_05+LRredo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37012085.post-6582032561507574990</id><published>2010-03-22T20:18:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T09:24:06.386-06:00</updated><title type='text'>From sunny to snowy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Three days after our beautiful, St. Patrick's Day weather, our snow storm hit.  Hey, it mixed things up a bit and the kids had something new to do...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We went from Meghan wearing her bathing suit top around the house acting like a kitty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S6gmotDbjyI/AAAAAAAAHe4/OqMb2J_wVBk/s1600-h/101_0498.JPG"&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/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S6gmotDbjyI/AAAAAAAAHe4/OqMb2J_wVBk/s320/101_0498.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451649829662592802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to the kids bundled up in their winter gear once again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S6gnDC_RDtI/AAAAAAAAHfA/gPo5z8d_Vek/s1600-h/101_0500.jpg"&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/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S6gnDC_RDtI/AAAAAAAAHfA/gPo5z8d_Vek/s320/101_0500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451650282227306194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What is up with that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S6gnYpiuOYI/AAAAAAAAHfI/jPbk68KAFV4/s1600-h/101_0495.jpg"&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/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S6gnYpiuOYI/AAAAAAAAHfI/jPbk68KAFV4/s320/101_0495.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451650653353818498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They sure are cute in their little hats and coats though, I'll give them that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cody&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S6goNasA0gI/AAAAAAAAHfQ/Yn4fyZUp9DQ/s1600-h/101_0502.jpg"&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/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S6goNasA0gI/AAAAAAAAHfQ/Yn4fyZUp9DQ/s320/101_0502.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451651559899320834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cole&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S6goOmaOPUI/AAAAAAAAHfY/schGEKsiwoM/s1600-h/101_0505.jpg"&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/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S6goOmaOPUI/AAAAAAAAHfY/schGEKsiwoM/s320/101_0505.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451651580225797442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Even Aunt Chandler looked cute&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S6gpDlSSvtI/AAAAAAAAHfg/mAgvIIXEduc/s1600-h/101_0508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S6gpDlSSvtI/AAAAAAAAHfg/mAgvIIXEduc/s320/101_0508.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451652490457169618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37012085-6582032561507574990?l=dortchkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dortchkids.blogspot.com/feeds/6582032561507574990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37012085&amp;postID=6582032561507574990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37012085/posts/default/6582032561507574990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37012085/posts/default/6582032561507574990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dortchkids.blogspot.com/2010/03/from-sunny-to-snowy.html' title='From sunny to snowy...'/><author><name>A Perfect Pandemonium</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15170625675021468808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/St79NJGe-MI/AAAAAAAAG-g/_HNNr13aSIU/S220/dortch_05+LRredo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S6gmotDbjyI/AAAAAAAAHe4/OqMb2J_wVBk/s72-c/101_0498.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37012085.post-5052845182099525103</id><published>2010-03-22T16:37:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T17:59:39.650-06:00</updated><title type='text'>St. Patrick's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I woke up Wednesday morning and, being the awesome mom and aunt that I am (no one said that? Oh, it must just be me), I made green eggs, biscuits with green gravy, and green milk for the kiddos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now, doesn't that look delicious!?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S6fzsTnNxmI/AAAAAAAAHdY/-WohGLHv1nw/s1600-h/101_0451.JPG"&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/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S6fzsTnNxmI/AAAAAAAAHdY/-WohGLHv1nw/s320/101_0451.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451593816459822690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, the kids thought so at least...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S6fztCqCOnI/AAAAAAAAHdg/7Us6dvYSSd8/s1600-h/101_0455.JPG"&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/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S6fztCqCOnI/AAAAAAAAHdg/7Us6dvYSSd8/s320/101_0455.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451593829088115314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S6f0r_6b3bI/AAAAAAAAHdo/fK5JZlUyfbA/s1600-h/101_0456.JPG"&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/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S6f0r_6b3bI/AAAAAAAAHdo/fK5JZlUyfbA/s320/101_0456.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451594910683356594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We went downtown for St. Patty's Day.  Since we went at noon, not much was happening, but the kids had a great time dancing and running around and the green beer tastes just as good at noon as it does at night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm green, are you?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S6f0smt626I/AAAAAAAAHdw/hKSpMQo2YSw/s1600-h/101_0461.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S6f0smt626I/AAAAAAAAHdw/hKSpMQo2YSw/s320/101_0461.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451594921099844514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cole and our little friend Connor in our green wagon &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(we're not nearly that festive, it was just a coincidence)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S6f0tKgttVI/AAAAAAAAHd4/t0PNBVpW3CA/s1600-h/101_0465.JPG"&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/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S6f0tKgttVI/AAAAAAAAHd4/t0PNBVpW3CA/s320/101_0465.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451594930708133202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What a handsome guy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S6gA0dqHhHI/AAAAAAAAHeA/Jnq_f-jKaKM/s1600-h/101_0471.jpg"&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/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S6gA0dqHhHI/AAAAAAAAHeA/Jnq_f-jKaKM/s320/101_0471.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451608250246464626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Um, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;something's&lt;/span&gt; a little wrong with this picture...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S6gB9HxPaGI/AAAAAAAAHeQ/BV-65nC94LI/s1600-h/101_0472.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S6gB9HxPaGI/AAAAAAAAHeQ/BV-65nC94LI/s320/101_0472.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451609498501212258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cole, Shelby, Meghan, and Darby&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Cade&lt;/span&gt; showing off his dancing skills.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S6gBjEC-gkI/AAAAAAAAHeI/dV4diUhMWt0/s1600-h/101_0474.jpg"&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/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S6gBjEC-gkI/AAAAAAAAHeI/dV4diUhMWt0/s320/101_0474.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451609050825261634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S6gCx3R6WyI/AAAAAAAAHeY/M_EQSKbL78I/s1600-h/101_0473.jpg"&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/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S6gCx3R6WyI/AAAAAAAAHeY/M_EQSKbL78I/s320/101_0473.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451610404607908642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's a mighty big turkey leg for such a little girl!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S6gCym21vMI/AAAAAAAAHeg/tjra80gGeMI/s1600-h/101_0480.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S6gCym21vMI/AAAAAAAAHeg/tjra80gGeMI/s320/101_0480.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451610417379261634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Meghan chowing down on her turkey leg&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The girls with their shamrock headbands&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S6gDTkyRPWI/AAAAAAAAHeo/_LCAqkeRqpQ/s1600-h/101_0483.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S6gDTkyRPWI/AAAAAAAAHeo/_LCAqkeRqpQ/s320/101_0483.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451610983758904674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Meghan, Chandler, Shelby, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;McKinly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;All that dancing sure wore &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Cade&lt;/span&gt; out.  The dirty ground looked like a good spot for a cat nap I guess!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S6gDUcEWZUI/AAAAAAAAHew/Qw3xNr_37bI/s1600-h/101_0481.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S6gDUcEWZUI/AAAAAAAAHew/Qw3xNr_37bI/s320/101_0481.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451610998598690114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The older girls babysat the little kids that night and Leslie, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;TJ&lt;/span&gt; and I went out with some friends.  Let's just say &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;TJ&lt;/span&gt; does not do the best Frank Sinatra when singing karaoke...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37012085-5052845182099525103?l=dortchkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dortchkids.blogspot.com/feeds/5052845182099525103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37012085&amp;postID=5052845182099525103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37012085/posts/default/5052845182099525103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37012085/posts/default/5052845182099525103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dortchkids.blogspot.com/2010/03/st-patricks-day.html' title='St. Patrick&apos;s Day'/><author><name>A Perfect Pandemonium</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15170625675021468808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/St79NJGe-MI/AAAAAAAAG-g/_HNNr13aSIU/S220/dortch_05+LRredo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S6fzsTnNxmI/AAAAAAAAHdY/-WohGLHv1nw/s72-c/101_0451.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37012085.post-7231091909591216071</id><published>2010-03-20T20:57:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T18:17:48.541-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Break Snow Storm</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We had an unexpected snow storm hit us yesterday.  Luckily it was at the end of spring break and luckily (for me) my family got snowed in so they couldn't travel back to Texas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chandler and I made the best of what we had and went and played in the snow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Who says we have to act like grown ups, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chandler making her snowball.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S6aySH_0rfI/AAAAAAAAHcY/Pk-7gdaynGI/s1600-h/101_0512.jpg"&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/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S6aySH_0rfI/AAAAAAAAHcY/Pk-7gdaynGI/s320/101_0512.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451240423432695282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, she is totally wearing my letter jacket. We didn't know it was going to snow, so she came a little unprepared and found my letter jacket in the closet, so of course that's the one she chose to wear...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chandler and Me in the snow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S6ayyolWBnI/AAAAAAAAHcg/IJXY7fgumu8/s320/101_0516.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451240981935818354" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chandler was really excited to make a snow angel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S6azhR4koGI/AAAAAAAAHco/rFVoAZC6_vk/s1600-h/101_0518.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S6azhR4koGI/AAAAAAAAHco/rFVoAZC6_vk/s320/101_0518.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451241783296303202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Her angel!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S6aziPweBbI/AAAAAAAAHcw/ieANEa25whg/s1600-h/101_0519.jpg"&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/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S6aziPweBbI/AAAAAAAAHcw/ieANEa25whg/s320/101_0519.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451241799905314226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Hey, she's from Houston...they don't get much snow down there!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Chandler and I throwing snowballs at the house.  We thought it was funny because it looked like spitwads all over the brick.  Like I said, who needs to act like grown ups?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S6a0J7ppJ8I/AAAAAAAAHdA/Qd5N9oqqeTY/s1600-h/101_0528.JPG"&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/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S6a0J7ppJ8I/AAAAAAAAHdA/Qd5N9oqqeTY/s320/101_0528.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451242481702741954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; our spitwads...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S6a2kViUIrI/AAAAAAAAHdI/c8J2xNRqECI/s1600-h/101_0535.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S6a2kViUIrI/AAAAAAAAHdI/c8J2xNRqECI/s320/101_0535.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451245134351180466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aunt Chandler and Cody&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S6a0JGLMxlI/AAAAAAAAHc4/tioeft-PxoI/s1600-h/101_0520.jpg"&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/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S6a0JGLMxlI/AAAAAAAAHc4/tioeft-PxoI/s320/101_0520.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451242467347973714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mommy and Cody&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S6a264jjZII/AAAAAAAAHdQ/zjCvKh6vUG8/s1600-h/101_0534.jpg"&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/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S6a264jjZII/AAAAAAAAHdQ/zjCvKh6vUG8/s320/101_0534.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451245521708737666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Unfortunately, the roads were cleaned up enough for them to leave today :(  I sure miss my family!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm finally able to upload pictures, but only one at a time.  It's taking a very long time but I promise to get the other posts finished...eventually.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37012085-7231091909591216071?l=dortchkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dortchkids.blogspot.com/feeds/7231091909591216071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37012085&amp;postID=7231091909591216071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37012085/posts/default/7231091909591216071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37012085/posts/default/7231091909591216071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dortchkids.blogspot.com/2010/03/spring-break-snow-storm.html' title='Spring Break Snow Storm'/><author><name>A Perfect Pandemonium</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15170625675021468808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/St79NJGe-MI/AAAAAAAAG-g/_HNNr13aSIU/S220/dortch_05+LRredo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S6aySH_0rfI/AAAAAAAAHcY/Pk-7gdaynGI/s72-c/101_0512.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37012085.post-6894113089948358049</id><published>2010-03-20T00:36:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T00:38:11.284-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Break</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know I have not posted in about a week but that's because blogger isn't letting me upload pictures.  My family has been in town this week and so I have tons of pictures to post but it's taking too long to upload my photos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, and we're getting about a foot of snow tomorrow.  It was 70 here yesterday and it's in the thirties here tonight.  Awesome!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37012085-6894113089948358049?l=dortchkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dortchkids.blogspot.com/feeds/6894113089948358049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37012085&amp;postID=6894113089948358049' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37012085/posts/default/6894113089948358049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37012085/posts/default/6894113089948358049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dortchkids.blogspot.com/2010/03/spring-break.html' title='Spring Break'/><author><name>A Perfect Pandemonium</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15170625675021468808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/St79NJGe-MI/AAAAAAAAG-g/_HNNr13aSIU/S220/dortch_05+LRredo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37012085.post-4274029758586235356</id><published>2010-03-11T19:14:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T10:44:26.051-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Future President</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think I have mentioned before that Cody is really into his presidents.  Ever since they talked about them at school the week of President's Day, Cody has wanted to learn more about them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This has been hanging on the wall at school.  It just came home today in his folder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S5mWNKcHSvI/AAAAAAAAHcI/NQQE5o2LchA/s1600-h/101_0407.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S5mWNKcHSvI/AAAAAAAAHcI/NQQE5o2LchA/s320/101_0407.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447550377166064370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;His teacher said all the other ones were about things for themselves (If I were president, I would make sure I had a lot of toys, etc.).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My son's was about making everyone else happy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's my boy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's to our future president!  The first president everyone is going to like because his mama wont put up with anyone talking bad about him!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37012085-4274029758586235356?l=dortchkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dortchkids.blogspot.com/feeds/4274029758586235356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37012085&amp;postID=4274029758586235356' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37012085/posts/default/4274029758586235356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37012085/posts/default/4274029758586235356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dortchkids.blogspot.com/2010/03/our-future-president.html' title='Our Future President'/><author><name>A Perfect Pandemonium</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15170625675021468808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/St79NJGe-MI/AAAAAAAAG-g/_HNNr13aSIU/S220/dortch_05+LRredo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S5mWNKcHSvI/AAAAAAAAHcI/NQQE5o2LchA/s72-c/101_0407.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37012085.post-1964710866679078360</id><published>2010-03-09T10:35:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T11:12:33.318-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Project for you!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OK, here's the deal.  A few months back on a rainy day, Cody's teacher started reading them &lt;a href="http://www.flatstanleybooks.com/"&gt;Flat Stanley.&lt;/a&gt;  He's only in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Pre&lt;/span&gt;-K, but they were learning about transportation and she thought it would be fun just to read it to them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With Cody, you can't just read him something without a million questions to follow.  Cody was very into the book so we checked it out at the library and are now on the second one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am a little Flat &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Stanleyed&lt;/span&gt; out, but Cody is no where close.  He loves the books!  What he really loves though, is seeing where Flat Stanley has gone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;See where I'm going with this?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We e-mailed a Flat Stanley that Cody colored to Tasha who lives in China.  She was going on some trips and we thought she needed some company.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So far, Stanley has been to Cambodia, Thailand, The Great Wall of China (actually he didn't go but Cody wanted to know if Stanley was there, so we told him he was in her backpack...what can I say, I'm a liar!), Australia, and New Zealand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S5Z7ORlXUTI/AAAAAAAAHb4/C5-sLXuYrDs/s1600-h/Cambodia+Tigers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S5Z7ORlXUTI/AAAAAAAAHb4/C5-sLXuYrDs/s320/Cambodia+Tigers.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446676284519698738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S5Z7NjMCWpI/AAAAAAAAHbo/U1znXmsKU7Q/s1600-h/Austrialia+Kangaroo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S5Z7NjMCWpI/AAAAAAAAHbo/U1znXmsKU7Q/s320/Austrialia+Kangaroo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446676272065436306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S5Z7NTxA6pI/AAAAAAAAHbg/H3OSMxHp0Go/s1600-h/Cambodia+Baby+leopard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S5Z7NTxA6pI/AAAAAAAAHbg/H3OSMxHp0Go/s320/Cambodia+Baby+leopard.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446676267925564050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S5Z7MF9XbfI/AAAAAAAAHbY/5pCu_OkSjpk/s1600-h/Cambodia+Monkey.jpg"&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/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S5Z7MF9XbfI/AAAAAAAAHbY/5pCu_OkSjpk/s320/Cambodia+Monkey.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446676247039405554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Stanley also got to go swimming with marine life since Tasha and Curt were smart enough to laminate him and take him diving with them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S5Z7ODrXObI/AAAAAAAAHbw/hH8uk41T3BE/s1600-h/Thailand+Scuba+Diving.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S5Z7ODrXObI/AAAAAAAAHbw/hH8uk41T3BE/s320/Thailand+Scuba+Diving.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446676280786762162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;aren't these pictures the coolest?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well Cody thinks so and he keeps asking where else can Stanley go!  So, everyone gets to help out! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Please?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All you have to do is send me your e-mail address or address so I can e-mail or mail you a Stanley.  You don't have to take him any place special, but it would be cool if you would.  It doesn't matter if someone in your state is already taking pictures, the more pictures the better!!!  It can be just a picture of Stanley with your kids or a pet if you want or someone famous...that would be cool.  We just need to know what City and State the picture was taken.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am going to make a book out of this when we're through.  There is not a time frame so if you're traveling in the next few months and want to take him along, just let me know and we'll be waiting for pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cody wants to see how many places his Stanley can go.  He is super excited and can't wait to start getting pictures back.  You just have to e-mail me the pictures and I'll upload them to make the book!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, who's with me?  Anyone is &lt;s&gt;welcome&lt;/s&gt; encouraged to participate!  Please, would you really say no to this cute, little face?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S5Z9s3UwFKI/AAAAAAAAHcA/4Fv9htQLErk/s1600-h/101_0298.jpg"&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/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S5Z9s3UwFKI/AAAAAAAAHcA/4Fv9htQLErk/s320/101_0298.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446679009069896866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Plus, we'll repay the favor...we're cool like that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I will be posting pictures as they come in.  Let's all help Cody get the most Stanley pictures EVER!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My e-mail address is ashleyhord@hotmail.com.  Let me know where to send it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you have a blog, send a link over here or re-post this to help get more photos of Stanley.  If you want to forward an e-mail about it, that's cool too.  Cody just wants pictures of Stanley "Everywhere in the World!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh and Katy, Cody colored a new one for you because he said Stanley's ninja outfit was too hot for California.  He wanted him in some shorts!  I need to know if you want me to e-mail it to you or mail him to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ready. Set. Go!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37012085-1964710866679078360?l=dortchkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dortchkids.blogspot.com/feeds/1964710866679078360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37012085&amp;postID=1964710866679078360' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37012085/posts/default/1964710866679078360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37012085/posts/default/1964710866679078360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dortchkids.blogspot.com/2010/03/project-for-you.html' title='A Project for you!'/><author><name>A Perfect Pandemonium</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15170625675021468808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/St79NJGe-MI/AAAAAAAAG-g/_HNNr13aSIU/S220/dortch_05+LRredo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S5Z7ORlXUTI/AAAAAAAAHb4/C5-sLXuYrDs/s72-c/Cambodia+Tigers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37012085.post-8817645346112708975</id><published>2010-03-08T10:38:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T19:59:43.341-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sickies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We've been sick and it sucks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And by "we" I mean TJ and me.  The kids have been bouncing off the walls.  What else would you do if your parents were too tired to chase you around and tell you what to do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;TJ's only lasted a few days and he had a lot more energy than I did, but that's not saying much.  A snail had a lot more energy than I did...and could probably move faster too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Even though I was out of it, the fun didn't stop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Friday night my dad, step-mom and little brother came to town.  They were coming to see a show my other little brother was doing in College.  Since he graduates in April, this is the last year they could come.  We had an awesome visit even though I had to leave the room every time they started cooking.  The smell of food did not go over well with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No, I am NOT pregnant.  I promise...I think! ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On Saturday night I started feeling better and was able to show Claydough I was still strong enough to play "airplane" with him.  We'll see if he ever doubts me again.  But for some reason, he wouldn't let me have a turn...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S5WqfQ5w8uI/AAAAAAAAHbI/DEHRMXCMT28/s1600-h/101_0388.jpg"&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/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S5WqfQ5w8uI/AAAAAAAAHbI/DEHRMXCMT28/s320/101_0388.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446446778464400098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The boys and McKinly love when Uncle Claydough is here!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S5WqeRd8DtI/AAAAAAAAHbA/DDTUQF1do6c/s1600-h/101_0392.jpg"&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/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S5WqeRd8DtI/AAAAAAAAHbA/DDTUQF1do6c/s320/101_0392.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446446761436253906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S5Wq_JP_--I/AAAAAAAAHbQ/PeYOdbKgAr0/s1600-h/101_0378.jpg"&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/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S5Wq_JP_--I/AAAAAAAAHbQ/PeYOdbKgAr0/s320/101_0378.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446447326165990370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We just hate when he has to leave :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here we are on Monday and I'm still feeling crummy.  The boys are wild as ever because it's raining and they're stuck inside.  Already today Cade has gotten stuck on top of Cody's dresser (I have no idea how he got up there) and Cole has broken Cody's piggy bank all over the kitchen floor!  Sometimes I wish I could call in sick to work...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37012085-8817645346112708975?l=dortchkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dortchkids.blogspot.com/feeds/8817645346112708975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37012085&amp;postID=8817645346112708975' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37012085/posts/default/8817645346112708975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37012085/posts/default/8817645346112708975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dortchkids.blogspot.com/2010/03/sickies.html' title='Sickies'/><author><name>A Perfect Pandemonium</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15170625675021468808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/St79NJGe-MI/AAAAAAAAG-g/_HNNr13aSIU/S220/dortch_05+LRredo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S5WqfQ5w8uI/AAAAAAAAHbI/DEHRMXCMT28/s72-c/101_0388.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37012085.post-4399561965458238282</id><published>2010-03-04T10:09:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T10:30:08.074-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Weekend Night Two</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sorry for the birthday post delays, it's been crazy up in here the last few days!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OK, on to more birthday fun...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On Saturday night we took the boys and some of their friends to a local Pizza place.  The boys like being able to play with pizza dough while we wait for our pizza.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cody and Cade before we left&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S4_ce2GVHsI/AAAAAAAAHZw/9Apd1Ozm8tI/s1600-h/101_0308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S4_ce2GVHsI/AAAAAAAAHZw/9Apd1Ozm8tI/s320/101_0308.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444812896990469826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cole loves his Mr. Regan!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S4_cf0YIOSI/AAAAAAAAHZ4/l76e2g8RjjA/s1600-h/101_0309.JPG"&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/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S4_cf0YIOSI/AAAAAAAAHZ4/l76e2g8RjjA/s320/101_0309.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444812913708120354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The boy did not want his picture taken.  Took the whole "it's my party I can cry if I want to" to a whole new level...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S4_cg3i4OpI/AAAAAAAAHaA/kK8kCcvr8CM/s1600-h/101_0320.JPG"&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/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S4_cg3i4OpI/AAAAAAAAHaA/kK8kCcvr8CM/s320/101_0320.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444812931738385042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cody making a dough beard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S4_chldClrI/AAAAAAAAHaI/T-y-9H_VADI/s1600-h/101_0322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S4_chldClrI/AAAAAAAAHaI/T-y-9H_VADI/s320/101_0322.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444812944061929138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brady&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S4_cir0UwYI/AAAAAAAAHaQ/yYg1c6xTpng/s1600-h/101_0326.JPG"&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/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S4_cir0UwYI/AAAAAAAAHaQ/yYg1c6xTpng/s320/101_0326.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444812962950070658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cody and Tristin trying to look tough...I think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S4_ed8VeUpI/AAAAAAAAHaY/5mB-UCOMAj8/s1600-h/101_0339.JPG"&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/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S4_ed8VeUpI/AAAAAAAAHaY/5mB-UCOMAj8/s320/101_0339.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444815080507986578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ty and Jake.  I have no idea what they're doing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S4_eevlN1SI/AAAAAAAAHag/kclYGlKCR58/s1600-h/101_0311.JPG"&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/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S4_eevlN1SI/AAAAAAAAHag/kclYGlKCR58/s320/101_0311.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444815094264223010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;McKinly and Jake.  Not sure what they're doing either...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S4_efNEtkHI/AAAAAAAAHao/t0PEcbnPkfY/s1600-h/101_0349.JPG"&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/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S4_efNEtkHI/AAAAAAAAHao/t0PEcbnPkfY/s320/101_0349.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444815102180954226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ty and Laney&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm thinking the bigger kids had more fun than the little ones...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S4_efwGXl4I/AAAAAAAAHaw/EnpSId3HE-c/s1600-h/101_0351.JPG"&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/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S4_efwGXl4I/AAAAAAAAHaw/EnpSId3HE-c/s320/101_0351.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444815111583143810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole group at our house for cake and ice cream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S4_egVlx0BI/AAAAAAAAHa4/WH2ebxbn9Qs/s1600-h/101_0358.JPG"&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/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S4_egVlx0BI/AAAAAAAAHa4/WH2ebxbn9Qs/s320/101_0358.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444815121646997522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The boys had a great birthday weekend.  We didn't do much on Sunday for Cody's real birthday but if you ask him if he had a good birthday, he would say, "it's the bestest birthday ever!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's what I like to hear...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37012085-4399561965458238282?l=dortchkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dortchkids.blogspot.com/feeds/4399561965458238282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37012085&amp;postID=4399561965458238282' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37012085/posts/default/4399561965458238282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37012085/posts/default/4399561965458238282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dortchkids.blogspot.com/2010/03/birthday-weekend-night-two.html' title='Birthday Weekend Night Two'/><author><name>A Perfect Pandemonium</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15170625675021468808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/St79NJGe-MI/AAAAAAAAG-g/_HNNr13aSIU/S220/dortch_05+LRredo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S4_ce2GVHsI/AAAAAAAAHZw/9Apd1Ozm8tI/s72-c/101_0308.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37012085.post-2714646172764531910</id><published>2010-03-02T13:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T13:26:29.464-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Abraham Lincoln is the bomb!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cody:  "Mommy, Abraham Lincoln is the bomb dot com"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me: "why do you say that?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cody:  "well he was the sixteemth president, so he was the first president who got to drive!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh where do I even start with this?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"sixteemth" was not misspelled.  For some reason the boy says "teem" instead of "teen".  Maybe I should start with his speech and then move on to explain just because he was the 16th president, doesn't mean he was 16 years old.  And then maybe I'll add the part about a horse and buggy.  Baby steps on this explanation I believe will work best...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37012085-2714646172764531910?l=dortchkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dortchkids.blogspot.com/feeds/2714646172764531910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37012085&amp;postID=2714646172764531910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37012085/posts/default/2714646172764531910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37012085/posts/default/2714646172764531910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dortchkids.blogspot.com/2010/02/abraham-lincoln-is-bomb.html' title='Abraham Lincoln is the bomb!'/><author><name>A Perfect Pandemonium</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15170625675021468808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/St79NJGe-MI/AAAAAAAAG-g/_HNNr13aSIU/S220/dortch_05+LRredo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37012085.post-8305114085217940525</id><published>2010-03-01T18:43:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T19:05:57.718-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Days outweigh the Bad</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Most days I struggle to find time for myself, even having to &lt;a href="http://dortchkids.blogspot.com/2010/02/hiding-tips.html"&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt; from my boys just to get through the day.  I don't hide from them because I don't love them or want to be around them, I hide from them just to give me a few minutes to myself.  It's better for them.  Trust me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then there are the days that make all the craziness worth it.  The days the boys are sweet and cuddly, and their favorite person in the world is their mommy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The days they absolutely adore each other&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S4LrTj94TKI/AAAAAAAAHXM/9t7HBEpZ6BM/s1600-h/101_0074.jpg"&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/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S4LrTj94TKI/AAAAAAAAHXM/9t7HBEpZ6BM/s320/101_0074.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441170021121805474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S4NalMbQgnI/AAAAAAAAHX8/JeICLxKhAuI/s1600-h/100_6174.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S4NalMbQgnI/AAAAAAAAHX8/JeICLxKhAuI/s320/100_6174.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441292369830904434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The days they keep the fighting to a minimal and there is more laughing than there is crying&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S4LrUqQxOoI/AAAAAAAAHXU/WbKMK5aOxCQ/s1600-h/101_0129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 253px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S4LrUqQxOoI/AAAAAAAAHXU/WbKMK5aOxCQ/s320/101_0129.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441170039991515778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The days where all three of them can take a bath together without splashing each other in the face (on purpose) or screaming because there isn't enough room&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S4LudgL9-wI/AAAAAAAAHX0/ZSrJ818UBIE/s1600-h/101_0088.jpg"&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/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S4LudgL9-wI/AAAAAAAAHX0/ZSrJ818UBIE/s320/101_0088.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441173490440731394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S4LrVggerrI/AAAAAAAAHXk/8qdYMm8Hm98/s1600-h/101_0090.jpg"&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/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S4LrVggerrI/AAAAAAAAHXk/8qdYMm8Hm98/s320/101_0090.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441170054552923826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S4LrWYL6B5I/AAAAAAAAHXs/4ggtnPgN-g4/s1600-h/101_0092.jpg"&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/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S4LrWYL6B5I/AAAAAAAAHXs/4ggtnPgN-g4/s320/101_0092.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441170069499021202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The days I sit back and realize it's all worth it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's days like these, that outweigh all the bad ones!  And every once in a while, we all need these days to remind us of this!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...because then morning comes and they are back to fighting and competing against one another for something.  They will lose it if I don't get to them fast enough when they're calling me.  And while I'm running around like a mad woman, I'll remember these rare days of love between the three of them and I'll look forward to the next time I get one of those days.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I will be praying it comes sooner than later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37012085-8305114085217940525?l=dortchkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dortchkids.blogspot.com/feeds/8305114085217940525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37012085&amp;postID=8305114085217940525' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37012085/posts/default/8305114085217940525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37012085/posts/default/8305114085217940525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dortchkids.blogspot.com/2010/02/good-days-outweigh-bad.html' title='Good Days outweigh the Bad'/><author><name>A Perfect Pandemonium</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15170625675021468808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/St79NJGe-MI/AAAAAAAAG-g/_HNNr13aSIU/S220/dortch_05+LRredo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S4LrTj94TKI/AAAAAAAAHXM/9t7HBEpZ6BM/s72-c/101_0074.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37012085.post-2073785858791800894</id><published>2010-02-28T21:01:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T21:17:17.739-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Weekend Night One</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tired doesn't even describe how I'm feeling right now.  We have had a very fun, but eventful weekend!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Friday (Cade's birthday) we ventured out to another Thunder basketball game.  One of TJ's students gave us his season tickets for the night and the seats were awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Like 4th row behind the visiting players awesome!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S4suzDGfMCI/AAAAAAAAHZI/Z3FtT8Xv4pI/s1600-h/101_0302.JPG"&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/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S4suzDGfMCI/AAAAAAAAHZI/Z3FtT8Xv4pI/s320/101_0302.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443496029148098594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cade wore his birthday crown the whole night and everyone kept coming up to him and wishing him a happy birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S4suz3mGQrI/AAAAAAAAHZQ/bduRGvzkG-0/s1600-h/101_0295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S4suz3mGQrI/AAAAAAAAHZQ/bduRGvzkG-0/s320/101_0295.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443496043239326386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cody had so much fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S4su0eRblEI/AAAAAAAAHZY/cgUeQNHVyy8/s1600-h/101_0298.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S4su0eRblEI/AAAAAAAAHZY/cgUeQNHVyy8/s320/101_0298.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443496053621625922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;During the slow times, the boys played their video games just to mix things up a bit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S4su08_AIxI/AAAAAAAAHZg/r21r_I4bLxA/s1600-h/101_0297.JPG"&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/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S4su08_AIxI/AAAAAAAAHZg/r21r_I4bLxA/s320/101_0297.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443496061865829138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After the game, Cade got the royal treatment and was carried out king style...on Daddy's shoulders, cotton candy in one hand, and his McDonald's foam french fry in the other!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S4svkVlJXDI/AAAAAAAAHZo/DyY2X5sVsMw/s1600-h/101_0303.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 254px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S4svkVlJXDI/AAAAAAAAHZo/DyY2X5sVsMw/s320/101_0303.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443496875922119730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think they had an awesome first night of their birthday weekend!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When you and your brother have birthdays only two days apart, you get to make a whole weekend out of it!&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/37012085-2073785858791800894?l=dortchkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dortchkids.blogspot.com/feeds/2073785858791800894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37012085&amp;postID=2073785858791800894' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37012085/posts/default/2073785858791800894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37012085/posts/default/2073785858791800894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dortchkids.blogspot.com/2010/02/birthday-weekend-night-one.html' title='Birthday Weekend Night One'/><author><name>A Perfect Pandemonium</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15170625675021468808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/St79NJGe-MI/AAAAAAAAG-g/_HNNr13aSIU/S220/dortch_05+LRredo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S4suzDGfMCI/AAAAAAAAHZI/Z3FtT8Xv4pI/s72-c/101_0302.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37012085.post-5672476442849890716</id><published>2010-02-28T00:01:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T00:01:00.801-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Look Who's...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;FIVE!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S4P8D3ZYscI/AAAAAAAAHYE/lEOivdvTXd0/s1600-h/101_0239.jpg"&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/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S4P8D3ZYscI/AAAAAAAAHYE/lEOivdvTXd0/s320/101_0239.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441469918133924290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I cannot believe you are already FIVE years old!!  Am I really old enough to have a &lt;i&gt;FIVE&lt;/i&gt; year old? Don't answer that...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You are growing up to be such a great little man.  You are &lt;i&gt;exactly&lt;/i&gt; like your sister.  She even calls you her little twin.  You are smart, you put others before yourself, and you are happy when you're making someone else happy!  I am so proud of you, Cody!  I hope you have the best 5th birthday ever!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37012085-5672476442849890716?l=dortchkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dortchkids.blogspot.com/feeds/5672476442849890716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37012085&amp;postID=5672476442849890716' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37012085/posts/default/5672476442849890716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37012085/posts/default/5672476442849890716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dortchkids.blogspot.com/2010/02/look-whos_28.html' title='Look Who&apos;s...'/><author><name>A Perfect Pandemonium</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15170625675021468808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/St79NJGe-MI/AAAAAAAAG-g/_HNNr13aSIU/S220/dortch_05+LRredo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S4P8D3ZYscI/AAAAAAAAHYE/lEOivdvTXd0/s72-c/101_0239.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37012085.post-8854817003232098874</id><published>2010-02-26T23:06:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T23:11:07.363-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Eyes on me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cade got to take a birthday picture with one of the &lt;a href="http://www.nba.com/thunder/thundergirls/thundergirls.html"&gt;Thunder Girls&lt;/a&gt; tonight at the game.  He also decided to give himself a little birthday peek at the goods.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Come on, Cade.  At least wait till mommy isn't looking before you sneak a peek at the boobage area...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S4io2ceFUzI/AAAAAAAAHZA/_6FbGYK-HWc/s1600-h/101_0292.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S4io2ceFUzI/AAAAAAAAHZA/_6FbGYK-HWc/s320/101_0292.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442785802986017586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Like father, like son.  At least one of them had the decency to try and hide it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37012085-8854817003232098874?l=dortchkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dortchkids.blogspot.com/feeds/8854817003232098874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37012085&amp;postID=8854817003232098874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37012085/posts/default/8854817003232098874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37012085/posts/default/8854817003232098874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dortchkids.blogspot.com/2010/02/eyes-on-me.html' title='Eyes on me!'/><author><name>A Perfect Pandemonium</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15170625675021468808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/St79NJGe-MI/AAAAAAAAG-g/_HNNr13aSIU/S220/dortch_05+LRredo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S4io2ceFUzI/AAAAAAAAHZA/_6FbGYK-HWc/s72-c/101_0292.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37012085.post-6836897511061890695</id><published>2010-02-26T00:07:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T00:07:00.094-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Look Who's...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;THREE!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S4ISKp3c44I/AAAAAAAAHWM/-VGkRzfHT30/s1600-h/101_0188.jpg"&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/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S4ISKp3c44I/AAAAAAAAHWM/-VGkRzfHT30/s320/101_0188.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440931274063405954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I could not picture my life without you little man!  Not a day goes by that I don't thank God you are a part of our family!  Your witty sense of humor brings a smile to our faces everyday.  You are wise beyond your years.  We love you, Cade. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Happy 3rd Birthday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37012085-6836897511061890695?l=dortchkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dortchkids.blogspot.com/feeds/6836897511061890695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37012085&amp;postID=6836897511061890695' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37012085/posts/default/6836897511061890695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37012085/posts/default/6836897511061890695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dortchkids.blogspot.com/2010/02/look-whos.html' title='Look Who&apos;s...'/><author><name>A Perfect Pandemonium</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15170625675021468808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/St79NJGe-MI/AAAAAAAAG-g/_HNNr13aSIU/S220/dortch_05+LRredo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S4ISKp3c44I/AAAAAAAAHWM/-VGkRzfHT30/s72-c/101_0188.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37012085.post-2623036475381711566</id><published>2010-02-25T12:47:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T20:33:01.175-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Caesars Commercial</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cody is constantly walking around reciting commercials.  Sometimes, even lines from TV shows.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;His favorite is the Little Caesars commercial where they're in the courtroom.  He does it all the time, complete with hand motions and all.  This video does not even do it justice, he's a little camera shy.  He cracks me up though...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-6a992bd6cb470270" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6a992bd6cb470270%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331262163%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D392E726452CF429E8A0EDFBF2DE0ACE34CAD4359.119F9DD0D54F7003982B835067827D3797115114%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6a992bd6cb470270%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D6q3OlZL7A9k2RCpH7KUaCc1Tm8k&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6a992bd6cb470270%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331262163%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D392E726452CF429E8A0EDFBF2DE0ACE34CAD4359.119F9DD0D54F7003982B835067827D3797115114%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6a992bd6cb470270%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D6q3OlZL7A9k2RCpH7KUaCc1Tm8k&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37012085-2623036475381711566?l=dortchkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dortchkids.blogspot.com/feeds/2623036475381711566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37012085&amp;postID=2623036475381711566' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37012085/posts/default/2623036475381711566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37012085/posts/default/2623036475381711566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dortchkids.blogspot.com/2010/02/little-caesars-commercial.html' title='Little Caesars Commercial'/><author><name>A Perfect Pandemonium</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15170625675021468808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/St79NJGe-MI/AAAAAAAAG-g/_HNNr13aSIU/S220/dortch_05+LRredo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37012085.post-1941416290422848673</id><published>2010-02-24T22:29:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T22:45:01.667-06:00</updated><title type='text'>911, What's your Emergency?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cole dialed 911 on my cell phone.  I have no idea how he did this...he's only a year old!  I took off the one touch calling option for 911 for this very reason.  The &lt;i&gt;only &lt;/i&gt;way he could have called it was by actually dialing 9-1-1 and then pressing the "talk" button.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I discovered it only because I heard this loud, annoying beeping coming from my phone.  When I picked it up, it was flashing &lt;i&gt;"emergency".  &lt;/i&gt;When I went to the outgoing call list, it listed 911 as the last outgoing call.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I didn't know what to do.  Do I call them back and say, "just kidding" or do I wait for them to show up?  Then I started thinking, don't they usually call you right back if you hang up on them?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No one was calling me back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hmmm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, I looked up the dispatch number and called to tell them it was an accident only to find out, they never got a call from me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;What?&lt;/i&gt;  I saw the outgoing call, I heard the awful beeping sound, I &lt;i&gt;know&lt;/i&gt; my phone dialed 911.  Maybe Cole hung up before the dispatch office received the call, but not before my phone realized it was an "emergency"?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All I know is Cole will no longer be allowed to play with my phone and that does not make him happy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S4X_3mpvaYI/AAAAAAAAHYw/cM1Uz-XA1O8/s1600-h/101_0122.JPG"&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/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S4X_3mpvaYI/AAAAAAAAHYw/cM1Uz-XA1O8/s320/101_0122.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442037055480621442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37012085-1941416290422848673?l=dortchkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dortchkids.blogspot.com/feeds/1941416290422848673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37012085&amp;postID=1941416290422848673' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37012085/posts/default/1941416290422848673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37012085/posts/default/1941416290422848673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dortchkids.blogspot.com/2010/02/911-whats-your-emergency.html' title='911, What&apos;s your Emergency?'/><author><name>A Perfect Pandemonium</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15170625675021468808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/St79NJGe-MI/AAAAAAAAG-g/_HNNr13aSIU/S220/dortch_05+LRredo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S4X_3mpvaYI/AAAAAAAAHYw/cM1Uz-XA1O8/s72-c/101_0122.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37012085.post-5538675022970693643</id><published>2010-02-24T18:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T18:12:28.724-06:00</updated><title type='text'>He has a point...but I can't let him know that!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This morning, Cole was sitting on the little &lt;a href="http://plasmacartoys.com/?gclid=CNnf5_D3iKACFSYbagodgzAcmw"&gt;plasma car&lt;/a&gt; in his room.  Since Cole was sitting on it, Cade decided &lt;i&gt;he&lt;/i&gt; needed to ride it right then!  He tried yanking Cole off of it and that's when I decided I needed to step in...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me: "Cade, I don't ever want to see you do that to your brother again.  You could hurt him and it's not nice.  Do you understand me?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cade:  "Yes Ma'am.  Mommy, I want you get out of dis room."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me: "Um, OK...Why?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cade: "if you not in here, you can't see me pull Coley off."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Like I said, he has a point but I'm not about to let him know that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37012085-5538675022970693643?l=dortchkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dortchkids.blogspot.com/feeds/5538675022970693643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37012085&amp;postID=5538675022970693643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37012085/posts/default/5538675022970693643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37012085/posts/default/5538675022970693643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dortchkids.blogspot.com/2010/02/he-has-pointbut-i-cant-let-him-know.html' title='He has a point...but I can&apos;t let him know that!'/><author><name>A Perfect Pandemonium</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15170625675021468808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/St79NJGe-MI/AAAAAAAAG-g/_HNNr13aSIU/S220/dortch_05+LRredo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37012085.post-1556872235922197991</id><published>2010-02-24T14:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T13:59:41.052-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cody's Thunder Gear</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cody had so much fun at the Thunder game last night.  He could not stop talking about it this morning.  He even ate his breakfast while bouncing his new basketball...on my kitchen floor!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Toast in one hand, basketball in the other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Daddy also bought Cody a Thunder shirt that he just had to wear to school today.  I tried to convince him to wait till Friday since we're going to another Thunder game, but the kid wouldn't budge.  He was determined to wear it today.  He told me, "you can just get me another one".  Oh right, obviously he doesn't know how hard it was to actually find him one in his size!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hopefully I can get it off of him long enough for me to wash it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S4VJMJzqrwI/AAAAAAAAHYo/cLseSah7vno/s1600-h/101_0261.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S4VJMJzqrwI/AAAAAAAAHYo/cLseSah7vno/s320/101_0261.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441836197886996226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think it's safe to say, Cody enjoyed his birthday present!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hopefully on Friday I will get some pictures of Cade and Cody at the game.  TJ took the camera last night, but the pictures didn't turn out all that well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37012085-1556872235922197991?l=dortchkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dortchkids.blogspot.com/feeds/1556872235922197991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37012085&amp;postID=1556872235922197991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37012085/posts/default/1556872235922197991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37012085/posts/default/1556872235922197991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dortchkids.blogspot.com/2010/02/codys-thunder-gear.html' title='Cody&apos;s Thunder Gear'/><author><name>A Perfect Pandemonium</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15170625675021468808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/St79NJGe-MI/AAAAAAAAG-g/_HNNr13aSIU/S220/dortch_05+LRredo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S4VJMJzqrwI/AAAAAAAAHYo/cLseSah7vno/s72-c/101_0261.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37012085.post-3516390517175442505</id><published>2010-02-23T21:47:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T22:30:31.743-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cade's Letters</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When the older kids come home from school, they have to sit at the table and do their homework (I know, I'm an evil, evil person).  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Cade&lt;/span&gt; has always felt a little left out and a little sad he doesn't have any homework to do with them.  So, taking this opportunity to teach him something, I picked up some ABC flash cards.  It helps that they're &lt;a href="http://pbskids.org/superwhy/"&gt;Super Why&lt;/a&gt; flash cards...his favorite!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;He loves getting to do homework with the older kids and I love he knows almost all his letters (he still gets confused at times with C,D,E,V because they sound the same and sometimes he mixes up K and X).  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Once we have upper case down pat, we will flip them over and work on lower case.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;You go little man!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-548340ff1ada0419" 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://v7.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D548340ff1ada0419%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331262163%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D73B0EEBD5A4ACE34409076039B589078D9E32E68.7F57305C43B72250BD71010D6218876A2CB46E89%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D548340ff1ada0419%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DXUuHQtGhFeAy8DDLbvIzE0wNx4Q&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://v7.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D548340ff1ada0419%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331262163%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D73B0EEBD5A4ACE34409076039B589078D9E32E68.7F57305C43B72250BD71010D6218876A2CB46E89%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D548340ff1ada0419%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DXUuHQtGhFeAy8DDLbvIzE0wNx4Q&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Oh, and since I rigged the video camera, I didn't realize you can't see the flash cards but you can see the letters when I put them in the pile.  You're jealous of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;videography&lt;/span&gt; skills, I'm sure!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37012085-3516390517175442505?l=dortchkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dortchkids.blogspot.com/feeds/3516390517175442505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37012085&amp;postID=3516390517175442505' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37012085/posts/default/3516390517175442505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37012085/posts/default/3516390517175442505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dortchkids.blogspot.com/2010/02/cades-letters.html' title='Cade&apos;s Letters'/><author><name>A Perfect Pandemonium</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15170625675021468808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/St79NJGe-MI/AAAAAAAAG-g/_HNNr13aSIU/S220/dortch_05+LRredo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37012085.post-7594792904748419156</id><published>2010-02-23T19:15:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T09:57:59.718-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Love/Hate Relationship</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cody and Cade are the worst when it comes to fighting.  It literally drives me insane.  They can't go a single minute without purposefully making the other mad.  It's crazy, annoying, and very painful to listen to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm not going to sugar coat their behavior and pretend they're all perfect angels to each other.  That would be lying and my grandpa always told me "you can go to hell for lying the same as you can for stealing".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Plus, that would be a whole lot of lying and I don't think God is down with that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But if you separate them, they can't stand it.  It hurts them to be away from each other.  Cody went to the Thunder game the other night with TJ, and after they had been gone for about an hour, Cade came in the room asking where Cody was.  When I told him he wouldn't be home until later, he started to cry.  He said, "but I just want my Cody back.  Please, bwing Cody back home".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Even though my little man was sad, it made me happy.  Not happy he was crying, but happy he missed his brother so much.  Every time they fight I wonder what I'm doing wrong.  But after tonight, I realize I'm doing something right.  They love each other and that means I'm raising them exactly how I should be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S4adqfF4nhI/AAAAAAAAHY4/YgZIGm3ucmU/s1600-h/100_4196.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S4adqfF4nhI/AAAAAAAAHY4/YgZIGm3ucmU/s320/100_4196.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442210552950070802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;This is a picture from last year...I want to be wearing shorts!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37012085-7594792904748419156?l=dortchkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dortchkids.blogspot.com/feeds/7594792904748419156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37012085&amp;postID=7594792904748419156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37012085/posts/default/7594792904748419156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37012085/posts/default/7594792904748419156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dortchkids.blogspot.com/2010/02/lovehate-relationship.html' title='Love/Hate Relationship'/><author><name>A Perfect Pandemonium</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15170625675021468808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/St79NJGe-MI/AAAAAAAAG-g/_HNNr13aSIU/S220/dortch_05+LRredo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S4adqfF4nhI/AAAAAAAAHY4/YgZIGm3ucmU/s72-c/100_4196.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37012085.post-1447441807172758019</id><published>2010-02-23T13:57:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T14:11:00.032-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cody is going to a Thunder game!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cody was beyond excited when I told him we found some tickets to the game.  The OKC Thunder basketball team is our only pro sports team in Oklahoma.  Cody's basketball number is 35, just like Kevin Durant, and he wants to change his baseball number to 35 as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is all Cody wanted for his birthday.  I had asked a friend if she could get tickets through her work and she definitely came through for us.  The tickets are awesome!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S4Q1BybLv4I/AAAAAAAAHYM/vXx5NhnyXs0/s1600-h/101_0247.JPG"&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/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S4Q1BybLv4I/AAAAAAAAHYM/vXx5NhnyXs0/s320/101_0247.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441532554602332034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I told Cody she got tickets for us, he ran up to her and gave her a huge hug.  He was so excited and would not put the tickets down.  He kept telling me to "be careful, Mommy.  Don't mess with them, you might bend one."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S4Q1C7zhlXI/AAAAAAAAHYU/z8y2isTOuIk/s1600-h/101_0248.jpg"&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/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S4Q1C7zhlXI/AAAAAAAAHYU/z8y2isTOuIk/s320/101_0248.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441532574300214642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Someone is a little over protective of his tickets!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am not able to go to the game tonight because I'm not sure Cole would sit though the entire thing.  TJ and Cody are taking Shawn and Laney with them.  I think Cody will have more fun with a friend around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Have I mentioned how excited Cody is for tonight?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37012085-1447441807172758019?l=dortchkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dortchkids.blogspot.com/feeds/1447441807172758019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37012085&amp;postID=1447441807172758019' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37012085/posts/default/1447441807172758019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37012085/posts/default/1447441807172758019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dortchkids.blogspot.com/2010/02/cody-is-going-to-thunder-game.html' title='Cody is going to a Thunder game!'/><author><name>A Perfect Pandemonium</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15170625675021468808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/St79NJGe-MI/AAAAAAAAG-g/_HNNr13aSIU/S220/dortch_05+LRredo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S4Q1BybLv4I/AAAAAAAAHYM/vXx5NhnyXs0/s72-c/101_0247.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37012085.post-8893208476042386799</id><published>2010-02-22T23:18:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T23:18:00.313-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Chuck E. Cheese</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I must be insane, or a really awesome mom, because after Cody's basketball game, I didn't feel like taking all the kids home and just sitting around the house, so I took them to Chuck E. Cheese.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was rainy, we were bored, so that's what we did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;TJ supposedly had to tutor some kids in Chemistry at the library, so he was "unable" to come with us.  I bet he was crushed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All Cade wanted to do was "drive da car".  That would have been fine if I didn't have to press the accelerator the whole time while trying to keep Cole from running off.  I don't know why I'm complaining, this is how I have to drive on a daily basis with a car full of kids.  Minus the two year old driver, of course. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;i&gt;However, we played this game over and over and over again...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S4IUxjyKMCI/AAAAAAAAHWU/OCwb_lgk-hA/s1600-h/101_0191.jpg"&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/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S4IUxjyKMCI/AAAAAAAAHWU/OCwb_lgk-hA/s320/101_0191.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440934141468749858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;McKinly is always a huge help, and thank God she loves to help with her brothers.  Without her, I don't know if I could take the kids to all the places I take them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S4IUyPbllXI/AAAAAAAAHWc/tjpkpzn4rA0/s1600-h/101_0194.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S4IUyPbllXI/AAAAAAAAHWc/tjpkpzn4rA0/s320/101_0194.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440934153185236338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cole and Cade playing a game that didn't involve driving...this was short lived.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S4IUy0Two6I/AAAAAAAAHWk/oszFD1LOO44/s1600-h/101_0197.jpg"&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/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S4IUy0Two6I/AAAAAAAAHWk/oszFD1LOO44/s320/101_0197.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440934163084518306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;McKinly and Laney with their ticket winnings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S4IUzW2VHkI/AAAAAAAAHWs/jMQqakFMuyo/s1600-h/101_0201.jpg"&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/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S4IUzW2VHkI/AAAAAAAAHWs/jMQqakFMuyo/s320/101_0201.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440934172356320834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Surprise, Surprise...Cade got candy with his tickets!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S4IUz0-DC0I/AAAAAAAAHW0/k3OCXKCTycA/s1600-h/101_0207.jpg"&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/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S4IUz0-DC0I/AAAAAAAAHW0/k3OCXKCTycA/s320/101_0207.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440934180441754434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"WHAT?? We're leaving?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S4IU8fhvoBI/AAAAAAAAHW8/s8IJzeZw0HU/s1600-h/101_0210.jpg"&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/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S4IU8fhvoBI/AAAAAAAAHW8/s8IJzeZw0HU/s320/101_0210.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440934329304719378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ty, Cody, and Ty's friend, Jake were running around somewhere.  They were not about to let me stop them from playing in order to take a picture!  Boys!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37012085-8893208476042386799?l=dortchkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dortchkids.blogspot.com/feeds/8893208476042386799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37012085&amp;postID=8893208476042386799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37012085/posts/default/8893208476042386799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37012085/posts/default/8893208476042386799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dortchkids.blogspot.com/2010/02/chuck-e-cheese.html' title='Chuck E. Cheese'/><author><name>A Perfect Pandemonium</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15170625675021468808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/St79NJGe-MI/AAAAAAAAG-g/_HNNr13aSIU/S220/dortch_05+LRredo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S4IUxjyKMCI/AAAAAAAAHWU/OCwb_lgk-hA/s72-c/101_0191.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37012085.post-8177024347178419596</id><published>2010-02-22T16:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T16:48:49.412-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Show me your muscles</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"This is thunder and this is lightening, don't get caught between the storm!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S4IYK6BSxzI/AAAAAAAAHXE/99FWGRgpHVg/s1600-h/101_0150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 258px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S4IYK6BSxzI/AAAAAAAAHXE/99FWGRgpHVg/s320/101_0150.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440937875469420338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This boy is ripped!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37012085-8177024347178419596?l=dortchkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dortchkids.blogspot.com/feeds/8177024347178419596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37012085&amp;postID=8177024347178419596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37012085/posts/default/8177024347178419596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37012085/posts/default/8177024347178419596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dortchkids.blogspot.com/2010/02/show-me-your-muscles.html' title='Show me your muscles'/><author><name>A Perfect Pandemonium</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15170625675021468808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/St79NJGe-MI/AAAAAAAAG-g/_HNNr13aSIU/S220/dortch_05+LRredo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S4IYK6BSxzI/AAAAAAAAHXE/99FWGRgpHVg/s72-c/101_0150.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37012085.post-6563687366255446827</id><published>2010-02-21T19:50:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T21:27:13.305-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainy Weekend Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We had a pretty wet weekend.  I love the rain, but not when we have all five kids...and their friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, what did we do??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We did paper &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;mache&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;McKinly&lt;/span&gt; asked me last week if I would do this with her since she had just made a paper &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;mache&lt;/span&gt; monkey at school.  This weekend was a perfect weekend for it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Saturday Cody had a basketball game then I took all the kids to Chuck E. Cheese (that post coming soon) and when we got back, we got to work...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;McKinly&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Cade&lt;/span&gt; covering their balloons&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S4Hy4Qfk7VI/AAAAAAAAHUk/mYq6Mow8BS0/s1600-h/101_0214.JPG"&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/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S4Hy4Qfk7VI/AAAAAAAAHUk/mYq6Mow8BS0/s320/101_0214.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440896873154276690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cody working on his.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S4Hy6FMYfRI/AAAAAAAAHUs/w-EUhC52cbc/s1600-h/101_0216.JPG"&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/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S4Hy6FMYfRI/AAAAAAAAHUs/w-EUhC52cbc/s320/101_0216.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440896904480718098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hey look, it's Ty!!  He is usually too busy running around to be in a picture, but I finally got one of him!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S4Hy6_HJF5I/AAAAAAAAHU0/BqoulqCkYUk/s1600-h/101_0217.jpg"&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/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S4Hy6_HJF5I/AAAAAAAAHU0/BqoulqCkYUk/s320/101_0217.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440896920027994002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One of the penguins so far...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S4Hy7tkpcNI/AAAAAAAAHU8/lY8Y-OPTr_Y/s1600-h/101_0218.JPG"&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/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S4Hy7tkpcNI/AAAAAAAAHU8/lY8Y-OPTr_Y/s320/101_0218.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440896932499779794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How do you keep a one year old from getting into all the paper &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;mache&lt;/span&gt; stuff??  You sit him at the table and give him a ding dong, that's how!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S4Hy8KEddUI/AAAAAAAAHVE/jmuzqDZBbuM/s1600-h/101_0221.jpg"&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/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S4Hy8KEddUI/AAAAAAAAHVE/jmuzqDZBbuM/s320/101_0221.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440896940149404994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;McKinly&lt;/span&gt; with her turtle before any of the details&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S4H1Cx2MqsI/AAAAAAAAHVM/G9LmPcqHBNo/s1600-h/101_0224.jpg"&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/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S4H1Cx2MqsI/AAAAAAAAHVM/G9LmPcqHBNo/s320/101_0224.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440899252929473218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Her finished turtle.  We decided to put shamrocks on it's back for St. Patrick's Day.  They can come off so she can put different things on for each holiday.  Notice my awesome Hibiscus flower.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S4H1DUqolpI/AAAAAAAAHVU/YXJWKnGBbBc/s1600-h/101_0230.jpg"&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/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S4H1DUqolpI/AAAAAAAAHVU/YXJWKnGBbBc/s320/101_0230.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440899262276212370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The face. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; The head is a little big but she's still cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S4H1EmvBYkI/AAAAAAAAHVc/8il_66QTQAo/s1600-h/101_0227.jpg"&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/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S4H1EmvBYkI/AAAAAAAAHVc/8il_66QTQAo/s320/101_0227.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440899284306321986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Cade&lt;/span&gt; helping put the construction paper on one of the penguins&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S4H1FeY7GHI/AAAAAAAAHVk/uHC5auWeCrs/s1600-h/101_0232.jpg"&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/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S4H1FeY7GHI/AAAAAAAAHVk/uHC5auWeCrs/s320/101_0232.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440899299246020722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our finished boy penguin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S4H1GFmiVxI/AAAAAAAAHVs/Uv3moWCqLgo/s1600-h/101_0233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S4H1GFmiVxI/AAAAAAAAHVs/Uv3moWCqLgo/s320/101_0233.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440899309772101394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our finished girl penguin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S4H2qBZ3CFI/AAAAAAAAHV0/FPdHLK_9F1M/s1600-h/101_0237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S4H2qBZ3CFI/AAAAAAAAHV0/FPdHLK_9F1M/s320/101_0237.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440901026632108114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;McKinly&lt;/span&gt;, who did most of the work, with all three of her projects&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S4H2qnUFgmI/AAAAAAAAHV8/0UMXJ33zBgY/s1600-h/101_0235.jpg"&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/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S4H2qnUFgmI/AAAAAAAAHV8/0UMXJ33zBgY/s320/101_0235.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440901036808438370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All three finished projects&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S4H2rfQs2QI/AAAAAAAAHWE/9-1gJ06AhmM/s1600-h/101_0236.jpg"&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/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S4H2rfQs2QI/AAAAAAAAHWE/9-1gJ06AhmM/s320/101_0236.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440901051826624770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It took &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;McKinly&lt;/span&gt; and I all Saturday night and all day Sunday to finish, but we had a great time.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;McKinly&lt;/span&gt; is hoping to make more when my family is in town for Spring Break!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37012085-6563687366255446827?l=dortchkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dortchkids.blogspot.com/feeds/6563687366255446827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37012085&amp;postID=6563687366255446827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37012085/posts/default/6563687366255446827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37012085/posts/default/6563687366255446827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dortchkids.blogspot.com/2010/02/rainy-weekend-fun.html' title='Rainy Weekend Fun'/><author><name>A Perfect Pandemonium</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15170625675021468808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/St79NJGe-MI/AAAAAAAAG-g/_HNNr13aSIU/S220/dortch_05+LRredo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S4Hy4Qfk7VI/AAAAAAAAHUk/mYq6Mow8BS0/s72-c/101_0214.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37012085.post-1021119708265127208</id><published>2010-02-19T21:41:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T22:09:35.053-06:00</updated><title type='text'>More Gluten (well less actually)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Since Cade is having stomach issues again, we're back to lowering the amount of gluten we give him.  A little less than a year ago, he tested negative for &lt;a href="https://health.google.com/health/ref/Celiac+disease+-+sprue"&gt;Celiac Disease&lt;/a&gt; but his GI doctor thought he still had a "sensitivity" to it.  When we went completely gluten free for an entire month, Cade gained weight and his stomach issues became a little more manageable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;However, after another gluten free month, Cade lost weight again and his stomach issues were back.  We slowly introduced gluten products again because we felt there was no need to be completely gluten free.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The last few months things have started to go downhill.  Cade's stomach issues are even worse and that &lt;i&gt;does not&lt;/i&gt; help with his potty training.  He is 100% "pee pee" potty trained, but since he has major problems with BM's, we're no where near being completely potty trained.  I can't blame him though, in order for him to go to the restroom, he has to pull his knees completely up to his chin in order to get anything out.  Not such an easy task when you're not supposed to go in your underwear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm not trying to gross anyone out, just trying to give some background information to our situation.  The thing is, I think we're going to have to go back to being gluten free (for Cade, at least, anyway).  Too many things are not working for him.  Being gluten free was a challenge, financially.  It is not the cheapest lifestyle ($6 for a loaf of bread...are you kidding me?)  but it is manageable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have had people give me recipes and different ideas in the past on things that work well for kids, but I'm needing some more help.  I watch kids for a living and I can't afford for everyone to be gluten free.  How do I tell Cade he can't have certain foods?  How will he feel about the other kids getting foods he can't have?  How do you explain to a three year old why he can't have cake on his birthday (there are gluten free cake mixes, I know, but this sentence just flowed well with the rest so I kept it).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you have any information, please let me know.  The way I see it, this can't hurt him.  If I had the willpower, I might even try a &lt;a href="http://www.naspghan.org/user-assets/Documents/pdf/diseaseInfo/GlutenFreeDietGuide-E.pdf"&gt;gluten free diet&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/37012085-1021119708265127208?l=dortchkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dortchkids.blogspot.com/feeds/1021119708265127208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37012085&amp;postID=1021119708265127208' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37012085/posts/default/1021119708265127208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37012085/posts/default/1021119708265127208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dortchkids.blogspot.com/2010/02/more-gluten-well-less-actually.html' title='More Gluten (well less actually)'/><author><name>A Perfect Pandemonium</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15170625675021468808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/St79NJGe-MI/AAAAAAAAG-g/_HNNr13aSIU/S220/dortch_05+LRredo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37012085.post-6504787805355825436</id><published>2010-02-19T14:01:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T14:38:20.842-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wicked Witch</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have a new title to my name.  I guess "mom" just doesn't cut it anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A few days ago, I got a zit on my cheek.  It is definitely not the first zit I have ever had but it is, by far, one of the biggest and most painful.  I even had to cover it up with a band-aid so I would stop messing with it.  The more oils I put on it, the worse it got.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;While I understand this is probably too much information, it is necessary in order to understand the humiliation I went though when I dropped the kids off at school the other day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I pulled up in the parent drop off line and while the kids were getting out, one of teachers came to say hi to Jake, one of Ty's friends who I take to school.  She asked him who I was and being the little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;jokester&lt;/span&gt; he is said, "oh, she's our taxi driver".  Now, had that statement been the only one made, I would have laughed and moved on with my life.  However, my very &lt;s&gt;obnoxious&lt;/s&gt;&lt;i&gt; charming&lt;/i&gt; son said, "She's not a taxi driver, she's the wicked witch.  She even has the ugly wart and all!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Like I said...pure humiliation!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Five is not looking like an age this one will live to see...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S37xQOMgxVI/AAAAAAAAHUc/eNAgLpohvFc/s1600-h/101_0109.JPG"&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/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S37xQOMgxVI/AAAAAAAAHUc/eNAgLpohvFc/s320/101_0109.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440050660900914514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&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/37012085-6504787805355825436?l=dortchkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dortchkids.blogspot.com/feeds/6504787805355825436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37012085&amp;postID=6504787805355825436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37012085/posts/default/6504787805355825436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37012085/posts/default/6504787805355825436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dortchkids.blogspot.com/2010/02/wicked-witch.html' title='The Wicked Witch'/><author><name>A Perfect Pandemonium</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15170625675021468808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/St79NJGe-MI/AAAAAAAAG-g/_HNNr13aSIU/S220/dortch_05+LRredo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S37xQOMgxVI/AAAAAAAAHUc/eNAgLpohvFc/s72-c/101_0109.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37012085.post-8619459663689146001</id><published>2010-02-17T14:02:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T13:58:23.459-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Read to the doggies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Twice a month, our public library has a night where a group of people bring in their trained dogs.  Kids come in and are allowed to read to one or all of the dogs.  This is a chance for kids to read to someone who will just sit there and listen to them.  They don't care if they mis-pronounce a word or how long it takes them to figure out what the word says.  It's very helpful and fun for the kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It is a great help to me, as well.  I love listening to Cody read and I am very happy and proud he reads so well, but there are times when I just want to give in and tell him the word he's trying to sound out.  There are just some days I can't handle it (I'm a horrible person, I know, but we've all been there I'm sure).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This past Tuesday, Cody got to read to Champ.  He was the sweetest dog and just sat there and listened the entire time.  At the end, he even bowed for Cody when he finished!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cody reading to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Cade&lt;/span&gt; and Champ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S3xNavsUYuI/AAAAAAAAHT4/N-0iWKFKrHg/s1600-h/100_6328.JPG"&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/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S3xNavsUYuI/AAAAAAAAHT4/N-0iWKFKrHg/s320/100_6328.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439307571831005922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cody and Champ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S3xNbe7iVHI/AAAAAAAAHUA/pxt1uHWDev8/s1600-h/100_6329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S3xNbe7iVHI/AAAAAAAAHUA/pxt1uHWDev8/s320/100_6329.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439307584511300722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The boys love the library.  It is a fight to get them out of it!  I usually have to bribe them in order to leave without making it a huge ordeal.   I guess that's much better than a fight to get them to go to the library!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cody helping &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Cade&lt;/span&gt; on the computer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S3xNbwXRWDI/AAAAAAAAHUI/yJ-q-w-I42E/s1600-h/100_6330.JPG"&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/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S3xNbwXRWDI/AAAAAAAAHUI/yJ-q-w-I42E/s320/100_6330.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439307589191030834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cody and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Cade&lt;/span&gt; love the statue in front of the library for some reason&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S3xNclQ66LI/AAAAAAAAHUQ/2OVSKhzqQpQ/s1600-h/100_6331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S3xNclQ66LI/AAAAAAAAHUQ/2OVSKhzqQpQ/s320/100_6331.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439307603391473842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We'll be back in two more weeks to read to another set of dogs.  Until then, Cody will just have to settle for reading to me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37012085-8619459663689146001?l=dortchkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dortchkids.blogspot.com/feeds/8619459663689146001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37012085&amp;postID=8619459663689146001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37012085/posts/default/8619459663689146001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37012085/posts/default/8619459663689146001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dortchkids.blogspot.com/2010/02/read-to-doggies.html' title='Read to the doggies'/><author><name>A Perfect Pandemonium</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15170625675021468808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/St79NJGe-MI/AAAAAAAAG-g/_HNNr13aSIU/S220/dortch_05+LRredo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S3xNavsUYuI/AAAAAAAAHT4/N-0iWKFKrHg/s72-c/100_6328.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37012085.post-5191539005490287845</id><published>2010-02-17T09:16:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T09:55:38.725-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dad</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Many of you know my dad.  You know he's a fun, loving guy who would do anything for you.  He's always cracking jokes and making you laugh.  Half the time I roll my eyes at his jokes, but I love his sense of humor and I have never wanted him to change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S3wQdZFSIII/AAAAAAAAHTQ/l671GIvIXl4/s1600-h/100_1251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S3wQdZFSIII/AAAAAAAAHTQ/l671GIvIXl4/s320/100_1251.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439240547092013186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But sometimes change is good.  Sometimes change is necessary in the overall scheme of things.  My dad is a heavier man.  This never bothered me before.  He is my dad and I love him.  But it has bothered him...physically.  The added stress it has put on his body is not something he has enjoyed.  He has tried all kinds of diets and some of them have worked.  However, the weight has always found its way back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S3wQdyLvaJI/AAAAAAAAHTY/ixVJh9SITe4/s1600-h/100_2660.jpg"&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/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S3wQdyLvaJI/AAAAAAAAHTY/ixVJh9SITe4/s320/100_2660.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439240553829984402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He's a southern man who enjoys southern food.  He makes the best ribs and brisket ever!  Like the fall off the bone type ribs.  I don't really even like ribs but I will eat them up if my dad makes them!  Delicious doesn't even cover it!  My parents always have a ton of people over and when my dad bar-b-ques, he doesn't use your standard grill...he uses BIG BERTHA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My point is, the man can cook and if you cook, you're going to eat!  So, diets don't really work for him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S3wQeNufNAI/AAAAAAAAHTg/cKzgWt6w1TU/s1600-h/100_2673.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S3wQeNufNAI/AAAAAAAAHTg/cKzgWt6w1TU/s320/100_2673.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439240561223480322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It finally hit him one day.  He needed to lose weight if he wanted to live a long life.  His exact words were "I've never seen a fat, old man!"  It was with this realization that he decided to have the &lt;a href="http://www.yourbariatricsurgeryguide.com/lap-banding/"&gt;lap-band surgery&lt;/a&gt;.  After he made this decision, there was no turning back.  He knows it will be a very long process and his way of life will have to change but he's up for the challenge.  He wants to see his grandkids grow up and be able to play catch with my little brother (who is 12)  for years to come.  I think all of that outweighs the hardship he will have to go through for the first few months.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S3wQe2XGsNI/AAAAAAAAHTo/d5GAauWxqFM/s1600-h/100_3486.JPG"&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/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S3wQe2XGsNI/AAAAAAAAHTo/d5GAauWxqFM/s320/100_3486.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439240572131258578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On Monday, my dad had the surgery.  Everything went great and he's doing well.  He's still in a lot of pain but he's getting through it.  He is only on a liquid diet for now but eventually he'll get to eat.  I hear he'll have to endure some pretty serious hunger pains though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S3wQfUpLg4I/AAAAAAAAHTw/vwmDbe7wCxk/s1600-h/100_3451.JPG"&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/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S3wQfUpLg4I/AAAAAAAAHTw/vwmDbe7wCxk/s320/100_3451.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439240580260135810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We're all very proud of you, Dad!  TJ can't wait to buy you your first pair of "cool" jeans! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37012085-5191539005490287845?l=dortchkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dortchkids.blogspot.com/feeds/5191539005490287845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37012085&amp;postID=5191539005490287845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37012085/posts/default/5191539005490287845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37012085/posts/default/5191539005490287845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dortchkids.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-daded.html' title='My Dad'/><author><name>A Perfect Pandemonium</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15170625675021468808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/St79NJGe-MI/AAAAAAAAG-g/_HNNr13aSIU/S220/dortch_05+LRredo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S3wQdZFSIII/AAAAAAAAHTQ/l671GIvIXl4/s72-c/100_1251.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37012085.post-546410337233765614</id><published>2010-02-15T20:45:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T20:59:43.337-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine Cookie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Friday before Valentine's Day, one of the parents brought over cookies for all the little kids to have at lunch.  These were not just any cookies though, they were evil...the devil of all cookies.  The ones covered completely in messy, dark icing!  Not a great combination with a two year old and three one year olds!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S3oIadZHf6I/AAAAAAAAHSY/JuQzhuxXN9c/s1600-h/100_6262.JPG"&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/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S3oIadZHf6I/AAAAAAAAHSY/JuQzhuxXN9c/s320/100_6262.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438668750662893474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Since it was just a one day thing, I went ahead and let them have at it after lunch. I'm all about them having fun for any holiday so what's a little icing, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is what happens with a little icing... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S3oIbCq0r0I/AAAAAAAAHSg/qEoPXDySpzw/s1600-h/100_6269.JPG"&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/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S3oIbCq0r0I/AAAAAAAAHSg/qEoPXDySpzw/s320/100_6269.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438668760669269826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S3oIbrQDfCI/AAAAAAAAHSo/SEbCrNseMqs/s1600-h/100_6270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; 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height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S3oIcq0MONI/AAAAAAAAHS4/NCfDQhpUbYM/s320/100_6272.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438668788625848530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S3oJSsJGrLI/AAAAAAAAHTA/NH4tWls-s2k/s1600-h/100_6275.JPG"&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/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S3oJSsJGrLI/AAAAAAAAHTA/NH4tWls-s2k/s320/100_6275.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438669716694936754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S3oJTJoY3FI/AAAAAAAAHTI/ANV-LgsG7ck/s1600-h/100_6277.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S3oJTJoY3FI/AAAAAAAAHTI/ANV-LgsG7ck/s1600-h/100_6277.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&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: 240px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S3oJTJoY3FI/AAAAAAAAHTI/ANV-LgsG7ck/s320/100_6277.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438669724610780242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't worry, paybacks are hell!!&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/37012085-546410337233765614?l=dortchkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dortchkids.blogspot.com/feeds/546410337233765614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37012085&amp;postID=546410337233765614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37012085/posts/default/546410337233765614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37012085/posts/default/546410337233765614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dortchkids.blogspot.com/2010/02/valentine-cookie.html' title='Valentine Cookie'/><author><name>A Perfect Pandemonium</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15170625675021468808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/St79NJGe-MI/AAAAAAAAG-g/_HNNr13aSIU/S220/dortch_05+LRredo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S3oIadZHf6I/AAAAAAAAHSY/JuQzhuxXN9c/s72-c/100_6262.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37012085.post-4740534553088421922</id><published>2010-02-14T17:18:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T21:32:26.408-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love every holiday.  It's not a secret, so it's no surprise I like to celebrate this holiday with the kids as well.  My husband, however, does not enjoy this holiday.  I convinced him to at least bring his daughter flowers.  He gave me a look of disapproval but after I assured him it wouldn't cost $40, he manned up and brought her some.  I knew I wasn't getting any flowers but I at least thought she is too young to know her father's hatred for the holidays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We don't need Cupid to bring us love around here, we have plenty of it, so we have the Valentine Armadillo who brings us presents (something my mom started years ago).  It's a fun little tradition we have and the boys love it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The loot before the boys attacked it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S3iFOz83i0I/AAAAAAAAHRA/2O1PGTOZOjU/s1600-h/100_6282.JPG"&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/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S3iFOz83i0I/AAAAAAAAHRA/2O1PGTOZOjU/s320/100_6282.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438243039560043330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The boys ran to the table as soon as they woke up to see what the Armadillo brought them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S3iFPYl4byI/AAAAAAAAHRI/qNO3I7Yl7rU/s1600-h/100_6286.JPG"&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/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S3iFPYl4byI/AAAAAAAAHRI/qNO3I7Yl7rU/s320/100_6286.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438243049395744546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cole tried to eat the chocolate with the wrapper still on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S3iFQEI4-oI/AAAAAAAAHRQ/aruFV_u28zw/s1600-h/100_6287.JPG"&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/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S3iFQEI4-oI/AAAAAAAAHRQ/aruFV_u28zw/s320/100_6287.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438243061085305474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For breakfast, the boys ate heart shaped donuts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S3iFQr3SevI/AAAAAAAAHRY/rzMYf-rJEn4/s1600-h/100_6306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S3iFQr3SevI/AAAAAAAAHRY/rzMYf-rJEn4/s320/100_6306.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438243071748897522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My three special Valentines&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S3iFRL1ko6I/AAAAAAAAHRg/OIQ8wJCEtsQ/s1600-h/100_6308.JPG"&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/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S3iFRL1ko6I/AAAAAAAAHRg/OIQ8wJCEtsQ/s320/100_6308.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438243080331633570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(the boys each had a &lt;a href="http://www.upi.com/Business_News/2010/02/14/Zhu-Zhu-Pets-top-toy-awards-show/UPI-83761266176494/"&gt;Zhu Zhu Pet&lt;/a&gt; in their mail boxes this morning and they have played with them all day long!  They are in the girl section at the store but they're not too girly.  They have boy ones too)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If the heart shaped donuts were not enough, we had a heart shaped pizza for lunch!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S3iHR2opUnI/AAAAAAAAHRo/NMvbDygaLbQ/s1600-h/100_6314.JPG"&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/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S3iHR2opUnI/AAAAAAAAHRo/NMvbDygaLbQ/s320/100_6314.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438245290843394674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;TJ&lt;/span&gt; liked the "broken heart"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S3iHSYHhMgI/AAAAAAAAHRw/QpqqG58V_go/s1600-h/100_6315.JPG"&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/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S3iHSYHhMgI/AAAAAAAAHRw/QpqqG58V_go/s320/100_6315.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438245299831255554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As soon as the little ones went down for a nap, Cody and I started making our dessert for after dinner.  We were making conversation heart Rice &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Krispie&lt;/span&gt; Treats.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;First, we had to melt the marshmallows.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S3iHSxlpYHI/AAAAAAAAHR4/E9Gx5TGbKMU/s1600-h/100_6316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S3iHSxlpYHI/AAAAAAAAHR4/E9Gx5TGbKMU/s320/100_6316.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438245306668507250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then we added the food coloring (we had to make three different batches for three different colors).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S3iHTpisoWI/AAAAAAAAHSA/KLriqQwzv8Q/s1600-h/100_6319.JPG"&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/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S3iHTpisoWI/AAAAAAAAHSA/KLriqQwzv8Q/s320/100_6319.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438245321688523106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The final product before the words were put on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S3iHULtmgUI/AAAAAAAAHSI/SE34nFdsci8/s1600-h/100_6321.JPG"&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/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S3iHULtmgUI/AAAAAAAAHSI/SE34nFdsci8/s320/100_6321.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438245330861064514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And here are a few with words...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S3iJQRpBiXI/AAAAAAAAHSQ/xz2zFOHH5HA/s1600-h/100_6323.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S3iJQRpBiXI/AAAAAAAAHSQ/xz2zFOHH5HA/s1600-h/100_6323.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&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: 240px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S3iJQRpBiXI/AAAAAAAAHSQ/xz2zFOHH5HA/s320/100_6323.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438247462756256114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Next up, St. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Patricks&lt;/span&gt; Day!  I already bought the boys some apparel they get to wear and we will have family in town to make it that much better!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37012085-4740534553088421922?l=dortchkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dortchkids.blogspot.com/feeds/4740534553088421922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37012085&amp;postID=4740534553088421922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37012085/posts/default/4740534553088421922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37012085/posts/default/4740534553088421922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dortchkids.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>A Perfect Pandemonium</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15170625675021468808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/St79NJGe-MI/AAAAAAAAG-g/_HNNr13aSIU/S220/dortch_05+LRredo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S3iFOz83i0I/AAAAAAAAHRA/2O1PGTOZOjU/s72-c/100_6282.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37012085.post-8369522429850293662</id><published>2010-02-10T09:22:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T10:46:02.188-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Haunted Sucker</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We're being haunted by a sucker!  I'm not exaggerating, I was 99.9% sure a sucker was out to get us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A pink one, if you really must know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last night, Cole was eating a sucker.  He was playing with it more than anything and causing everything in his path to get sticky. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S3LcWleTdlI/AAAAAAAAHPw/gXi5-PWr2Cg/s1600-h/100_6252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S3LcWleTdlI/AAAAAAAAHPw/gXi5-PWr2Cg/s320/100_6252.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436649980764059218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, being the awesome mother I am, I took it away from him and threw it away.  Of course this led to the pure delight of an uncontrollable, screaming one year old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After a few minutes, he calmed down and was back to his happy self.  Only it wasn't because I let him scream it out and eventually he gained control of himself again.  No, it was because he had that pink sucker back in his mouth!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S3LcXakUkpI/AAAAAAAAHP4/q8ijP_xduwA/s1600-h/100_6253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S3LcXakUkpI/AAAAAAAAHP4/q8ijP_xduwA/s320/100_6253.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436649995016376978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Holy sucker, batman!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now, you're all thinking....duh, he just got the sucker out of the trash!  Well, I'm here to tell you, unless he climbed &lt;i&gt;inside&lt;/i&gt; the trash can to get the said sucker, there was no way he could have reached it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But sure enough, when I checked the trash, the sucker was gone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Baby Houdini or a haunted sucker?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We know I'm not one for letting my kids pull a fast one on me, so I took the sucker away from him, yet again, and cleaned him up.  This time, I put the sucker in a plastic bag and threw it away in the bathroom trash can under an empty shampoo bottle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Twenty minutes later, Cole had the sucker in his mouth again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S3Le-iobbTI/AAAAAAAAHQQ/MLa0FTICVsA/s1600-h/100_6251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S3Le-iobbTI/AAAAAAAAHQQ/MLa0FTICVsA/s320/100_6251.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436652866219240754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What the...???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was getting ridiculous!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My baby is smart, but not that smart!  He didn't see me go in the bathroom or put the sucker in a plastic bag!  So, how was this sucker in his mouth again??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Round three...I took the sucker away from him but this time, I put the sucker in an empty juice bottle, on the counter, far out of his sight and reach (I was going to just go throw it in the outside trash but it's freakin' cold and it was just going to have to wait).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ten minutes later the juice bottle is open, empty, and lying on the kitchen floor!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I.dont.think.so!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I will NOT be outsmarted by a one year old!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The sucker was taken away again, but this time I just put it on the counter in plain sight.  Obviously it's pointless to try to hide it and I wanted to see the haunted sucker in action.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sure enough, within ten minutes the sucker was removed from the counter and placed in Cole's hands.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wasn't outsmarted by my one year old or the sucker...I was outsmarted by my two year old!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had not noticed him watching me when I threw the sucker away or put it on the counter.  I thought he was in the other room playing.  He waited until I was busy doing something else and snuck the sucker back to Cole.  He doesn't like hearing his brother cry (unless he's the reason for the crying).  Cade is a little guy and would not have been able to reach the sucker either except he is smarter and carried a stool around to help in his little mission.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He was also smart enough to hide the stool when he was done!  Either that or I taught him well when it comes to putting things back when he's done with them.  I'm thinking the hiding of it is a stronger probability!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;From now on, when I snatch a sucker out of a very upset one year old's hands, I'll be making sure no two year olds are lurking behind the walls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If they're covering for each other now, I'm in BIG trouble later!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S3LcYLyoGoI/AAAAAAAAHQA/ViBLkeu-fHQ/s1600-h/100_6256.JPG"&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/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S3LcYLyoGoI/AAAAAAAAHQA/ViBLkeu-fHQ/s320/100_6256.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436650008229714562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What Cade didn't expect was Cole turning on him and trying to steal &lt;i&gt;his&lt;/i&gt; sucker out from under him.  So much for brotherly love...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S3Lg_oB2RMI/AAAAAAAAHQY/Caeb7Z0OrLM/s1600-h/100_6259.JPG"&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/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S3Lg_oB2RMI/AAAAAAAAHQY/Caeb7Z0OrLM/s320/100_6259.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436655083871159490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;*I do realize my pictures are blurry and that's because my camera sucks.  I am saving up money to buy me a new one!  I can't stand not having good pictures!*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37012085-8369522429850293662?l=dortchkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dortchkids.blogspot.com/feeds/8369522429850293662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37012085&amp;postID=8369522429850293662' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37012085/posts/default/8369522429850293662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37012085/posts/default/8369522429850293662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dortchkids.blogspot.com/2010/02/haunted-sucker.html' title='Haunted Sucker'/><author><name>A Perfect Pandemonium</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15170625675021468808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/St79NJGe-MI/AAAAAAAAG-g/_HNNr13aSIU/S220/dortch_05+LRredo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S3LcWleTdlI/AAAAAAAAHPw/gXi5-PWr2Cg/s72-c/100_6252.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37012085.post-8178367936392719008</id><published>2010-02-09T10:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T14:23:23.536-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Brown eyed boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My favorite color is blue and I have always wanted kids with blue eyes.  Especially brown hair and blue eyes.  I didn't think it would be possible since &lt;i&gt;I&lt;/i&gt; have brown eyes.  Brown is dominant and I figured there was no way, with my strong brown gene, that I could produce not just one, but two boys with blue eyes.  I'm not a biology wiz or anything &lt;s&gt;you know, since I had to take the class twice in college before I finally got a C,&lt;/s&gt; but I obviously carry the blue gene as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When Cole was born, his eyes started changing blue just like the older two.  I was sure he would have blue eyes as well.  I even have a picture of him at 4 months old with pretty blue eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S3GProgx0bI/AAAAAAAAHPg/8XH6PR_hR2o/s1600-h/100_3550.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S3GProgx0bI/AAAAAAAAHPg/8XH6PR_hR2o/s320/100_3550.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436284204984947122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shortly after that, his eyes took a turn in a different direction.  They started to get darker.  Before long, I became the mommy of a brown eyed boy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Very pretty brown eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S3GOb64TFGI/AAAAAAAAHPY/JouliD8O434/s1600-h/100_6250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S3GOb64TFGI/AAAAAAAAHPY/JouliD8O434/s320/100_6250.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436282835525899362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But they're not just brown, they have a little green in them as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S3GObZSGBMI/AAAAAAAAHPQ/pC2StiuwYF4/s1600-h/100_6247.JPG"&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/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S3GObZSGBMI/AAAAAAAAHPQ/pC2StiuwYF4/s320/100_6247.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436282826507289794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The older he gets, the more green they become&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S3GOa7UJOKI/AAAAAAAAHPI/68tOBjApr8s/s1600-h/100_6244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S3GOa7UJOKI/AAAAAAAAHPI/68tOBjApr8s/s320/100_6244.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436282818462824610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I always wanted kids with blue eyes but that was before I realized how pretty brown could really be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S3GOaKzoWCI/AAAAAAAAHPA/G4B2wQjnJ6w/s1600-h/100_6241.JPG"&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/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S3GOaKzoWCI/AAAAAAAAHPA/G4B2wQjnJ6w/s320/100_6241.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436282805441550370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am excited that not only will I get my brown hair/blue eye combo with Cody and Cade, but I'll also get my little brown eyed boy.  Probably the only thing any of them get from me. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37012085-8178367936392719008?l=dortchkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dortchkids.blogspot.com/feeds/8178367936392719008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37012085&amp;postID=8178367936392719008' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37012085/posts/default/8178367936392719008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37012085/posts/default/8178367936392719008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dortchkids.blogspot.com/2010/02/brown-eyed-boy.html' title='Brown eyed boy'/><author><name>A Perfect Pandemonium</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15170625675021468808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/St79NJGe-MI/AAAAAAAAG-g/_HNNr13aSIU/S220/dortch_05+LRredo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S3GProgx0bI/AAAAAAAAHPg/8XH6PR_hR2o/s72-c/100_3550.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37012085.post-498566811715235533</id><published>2010-02-09T07:44:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T08:10:14.845-06:00</updated><title type='text'>This is the life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was trying to get Cody ready for school this morning.  He's not such a morning person, so getting him out of bed can be a challenge on some mornings.  This morning was one of those days.  I finally had to threaten him.  Either he got out of bed, or he didn't get to go to school.  (I, for one, would have chosen to stay in bed but Cody loves school and hates the weekends when he doesn't have it!  Weirdo!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I got him dressed and I was in the middle of putting his shoes on when he laid down on his back, with his hands behind his head and said, "this is the life!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, I guess for him it is!  I bet it's nice having someone dress you while you lie comfortably on the floor not doing a thing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Guess who will be dressing himself tomorrow??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At least he can cook his own breakfast...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S3FrodOIASI/AAAAAAAAHO4/YgZAfKXr7CU/s1600-h/100_6237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S3FrodOIASI/AAAAAAAAHO4/YgZAfKXr7CU/s320/100_6237.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436244567995711778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37012085-498566811715235533?l=dortchkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dortchkids.blogspot.com/feeds/498566811715235533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37012085&amp;postID=498566811715235533' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37012085/posts/default/498566811715235533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37012085/posts/default/498566811715235533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dortchkids.blogspot.com/2010/02/this-is-life.html' title='This is the life'/><author><name>A Perfect Pandemonium</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15170625675021468808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/St79NJGe-MI/AAAAAAAAG-g/_HNNr13aSIU/S220/dortch_05+LRredo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S3FrodOIASI/AAAAAAAAHO4/YgZAfKXr7CU/s72-c/100_6237.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37012085.post-624719893157891619</id><published>2010-02-07T03:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T03:17:00.236-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Still a little worried...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cade will be turning three in just 19 days.  I should be excited and planning all the fun stuff for the boys (Cody's birthday is just two days after).  This year, I'm kind of nervous.  Not because he's getting older, but because he's still not growing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He's almost three and he's still wearing size 18-24 month clothes and a size 5 or 6 shoe (depending on the brand).  He can fit in the same clothes he wore last year!  Now, he has grown a little, but not like he should.  He still only weighs 24 pounds.  We will go back to the doctor for his 3 year check up and find out exactly where he stands.  Three months ago he was still not on the charts but had made a little progress so they wanted to wait and see him again on his birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We have taken him to specialists and no one seems to be able to find anything wrong.  We have changed his diet because one doctor said he seemed to have a problem with Gluten but after months of not seeing a difference, we were able to introduce some of those foods back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The doctors keep saying maybe he's just a "little guy".  That's fine if that's the case but he has stomach issues as well that we can't seem to find a cure for either.  I'm not a doctor, but I'm thinking the two are related...just a hunch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If he is just a "little guy" then great, so be it.  However, if there is something wrong, I would like to find out sooner than later.  TJ tells me not to worry about it.  Cade's smart, seems healthy, is active, etc.  I just can't stop thinking about it though.  Cade is almost three and his 18 month old brother can wear the same size clothes and is only one shoe size smaller.  At Cole's doctor appointment last week, he weighed 23 pounds.  Cade's not going to be too keen on the idea of having to look up to his younger brother!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am not going to put him through unnecessary testing or anything.  I am going to "keep watching it" like his doctor says but it's still hard.  I watch him around his friends and he is so much smaller than they are right now.  When we were at Cody's basketball game, Cade was playing with Tristin's little sister.  I used to think his little sister was tiny.  She was always so petite.  Now, she's taller than Cade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hopefully he has grown a little these past three months and I've been worrying for nothing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He might be small, but he's got a very big personality and I sure love my little guy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and he's very cute... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S25Ck0QYzjI/AAAAAAAAHOw/fLr828-sY40/s1600-h/100_6220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S25Ck0QYzjI/AAAAAAAAHOw/fLr828-sY40/s320/100_6220.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435355000552869426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37012085-624719893157891619?l=dortchkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dortchkids.blogspot.com/feeds/624719893157891619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37012085&amp;postID=624719893157891619' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37012085/posts/default/624719893157891619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37012085/posts/default/624719893157891619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dortchkids.blogspot.com/2010/02/still-little-worried.html' title='Still a little worried...'/><author><name>A Perfect Pandemonium</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15170625675021468808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/St79NJGe-MI/AAAAAAAAG-g/_HNNr13aSIU/S220/dortch_05+LRredo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S25Ck0QYzjI/AAAAAAAAHOw/fLr828-sY40/s72-c/100_6220.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37012085.post-8207458387887387154</id><published>2010-02-06T17:08:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T19:51:30.244-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Basketball Injury</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is Cody's third season to play basketball. Basketball and baseball are definitely his two favorite sports.  Every season, he learns something new.  He has learned how to shoot, dribble, pass, and that assisting in a shot is just as important as making it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Today&lt;/i&gt; he learned that bouncing a ball between his legs can be &lt;i&gt;VERY&lt;/i&gt; painful!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The boys were just warming up.  They were taking shots and playing around.  Cody wanted to try bouncing the ball between his legs like Ty and his friends can do on their team.  The first few times were a success because he sort of just passed the ball though.  The final time, the last time he will probably do it for a &lt;i&gt;very&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;long time&lt;/i&gt;, was not so successful.  He bounced the ball hard on the ground and before he could help guide it though his legs, it shot back up and hit a bulls-eye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cody was rolling on the floor in pain within a second.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I didn't know what to do, I have never been in that situation.  In fact, I am pretty sure Cody has never been in that situation.  He was just holding himself and saying his stomach hurt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I asked if he was alright he said, "No!  The ball just hit my junk!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, that entertained everyone watching!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Awesome, just another thing he learned from his older brother.  I'm glad my four year old refers to that area as his "junk".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He got up within a few minutes and played his game.  TJ wouldn't let me take a picture of Cody on the floor.  He thought that would be a little heartless!  He doesn't realize pictures make these stories that much better!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, I only have these...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S24asFz7-8I/AAAAAAAAHOg/UKvyW1VZ108/s1600-h/100_6227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 236px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S24asFz7-8I/AAAAAAAAHOg/UKvyW1VZ108/s320/100_6227.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435311145059351490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S24asj-jtzI/AAAAAAAAHOo/bicfVkP5Mjk/s1600-h/100_6229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S24asj-jtzI/AAAAAAAAHOo/bicfVkP5Mjk/s320/100_6229.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435311153156962098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Obviously his "junk" is feeling better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37012085-8207458387887387154?l=dortchkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dortchkids.blogspot.com/feeds/8207458387887387154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37012085&amp;postID=8207458387887387154' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37012085/posts/default/8207458387887387154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37012085/posts/default/8207458387887387154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dortchkids.blogspot.com/2010/02/basketball-injury.html' title='Basketball Injury'/><author><name>A Perfect Pandemonium</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15170625675021468808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/St79NJGe-MI/AAAAAAAAG-g/_HNNr13aSIU/S220/dortch_05+LRredo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S24asFz7-8I/AAAAAAAAHOg/UKvyW1VZ108/s72-c/100_6227.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37012085.post-8810252184044818700</id><published>2010-02-05T10:21:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T13:20:25.772-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiding tips</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When in doubt...hide!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There are times during the day when I just need a break.  I need a few minutes to just get away.  Even when the kids are behaving well, I still need a few minutes here and there to myself.  The boys have all been on their best behavior lately.  We have worked on some stuff (ok, I have worked on not losing it so easily with them) and there has been a significant decrease in whining.  From them as well!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There are still times, however, when I need quiet.  I need to take a breather and, for just five minutes, not have little ones hanging on me needing drinks, snacks, toys, their noses wiped, their faces clean, their diapers changed, etc. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; So, I hide.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I lock myself in the bathroom, sit on my closet floor, or pretend I'm doing laundry in the laundry room.  I'm not trying to get away from my kids, I am just trying to find a quiet spot.  I usually find them something to do, sneak the computer away, and hide.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It takes them no time at all to find me, but they have figured out not to bother me too much.  Cade will knock on the door and ask what I'm doing and I'll make something up.  This usually will buy me five more minutes.  Anything is better than nothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have different places I go depending on who is home and how much time I need.  When I get a phone call, I usually go in the closet.  My closet is in my bathroom so there are more doors for the kids to have to go through to find me.  There is also a small "hall" between TJ's closet and mine so I can sit back there because the kids usually forget that part exists.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When the older kids are here and I don't want to be bothered, I hide in the laundry room.  I do this because if the kids think I'm really doing laundry, they wont come in there in case I decide to put them to work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I want a little extra time, I hide in the bathroom.  The boys usually think I'm taking a shower and &lt;s&gt;think&lt;/s&gt; know I can't hear them if they're knocking on the door or screaming my name...over and over again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When they start getting older, they'll realize what I'm doing.  Hopefully, by then, they'll understand why I'm doing it.  Maybe then I wont need to hide because they'll be self-sufficient and I wont be needed as much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Wishful thinking?  Yeah, I thought so...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My boys are great, they're the best things that have ever happened to me.  They're still young though, they still need me for everything, they still depend on me to do what is best for them.  So until they grow up a little, until they can start doing a little more by themselves, I will continue to hide.  Trust me, this &lt;i&gt;is&lt;/i&gt; what is best for them right now.  It doesn't make me a bad mother, it makes me a smart one I think.  A few minutes alone makes me happier which in return, will make them happier!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S2xsZeGmoXI/AAAAAAAAHOY/PyUQNwGyOlo/s1600-h/100_6166.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S2xsZeGmoXI/AAAAAAAAHOY/PyUQNwGyOlo/s1600-h/100_6166.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S2xsZeGmoXI/AAAAAAAAHOY/PyUQNwGyOlo/s320/100_6166.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434838035162636658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;*Cole's hair cracks me up in this picture.  He just woke up from a nap and his hair was wild!*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There are times when I'll be hiding and I'll hear a crash, a scream, or continuous fighting and that will be a premature end to my quiet time.  For instance, the sound I just heard means one of the kids just knocked something off the shelf in the living room.  It sounds like my "shower" is done for the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37012085-8810252184044818700?l=dortchkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dortchkids.blogspot.com/feeds/8810252184044818700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37012085&amp;postID=8810252184044818700' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37012085/posts/default/8810252184044818700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37012085/posts/default/8810252184044818700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dortchkids.blogspot.com/2010/02/hiding-tips.html' title='Hiding tips'/><author><name>A Perfect Pandemonium</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15170625675021468808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/St79NJGe-MI/AAAAAAAAG-g/_HNNr13aSIU/S220/dortch_05+LRredo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S2xsZeGmoXI/AAAAAAAAHOY/PyUQNwGyOlo/s72-c/100_6166.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37012085.post-3452797835697824737</id><published>2010-02-03T12:33:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T20:09:58.598-06:00</updated><title type='text'>This is everyday...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I found this video from right before Christmas.  I had caught the two younger boys doing what they do on a daily basis...picking on each other.  They take toys away just to make the other mad.  It's a game to them, it's fun (for them).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The truth is, as much as I complain about our hectic life and the chaos that goes on around here 24/7, I wouldn't trade any of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I watch this and realize they'll only be this age once.  I'm not having any more kids; I can't have any more kids.  They are only babies once and I won't get this back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, even though they are picking on each other in this video, it's who they are now.  They love each other, but also love to drive each other insane.  I might go completely mad one day and need to be committed, but it will all be worth it!  How could you not love these boys?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-a3b55ecf6c7bfad0" 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%3Da3b55ecf6c7bfad0%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331262163%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D8091E8CD2CF2658B06F719E95AA0665B5CEC7B72.297BE77B6FB5B13F54C681370904D3AA1AE41378%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da3b55ecf6c7bfad0%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DhTvvIc3I_wxEDbwVUaRC3kLNX7o&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%3Da3b55ecf6c7bfad0%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331262163%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D8091E8CD2CF2658B06F719E95AA0665B5CEC7B72.297BE77B6FB5B13F54C681370904D3AA1AE41378%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da3b55ecf6c7bfad0%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DhTvvIc3I_wxEDbwVUaRC3kLNX7o&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I especially love the part where Cade says, "yes!!  I made Cole cry!"  Nice!  They will grow out of this, right?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37012085-3452797835697824737?l=dortchkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dortchkids.blogspot.com/feeds/3452797835697824737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37012085&amp;postID=3452797835697824737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37012085/posts/default/3452797835697824737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37012085/posts/default/3452797835697824737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dortchkids.blogspot.com/2010/02/this-is-everyday.html' title='This is everyday...'/><author><name>A Perfect Pandemonium</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15170625675021468808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/St79NJGe-MI/AAAAAAAAG-g/_HNNr13aSIU/S220/dortch_05+LRredo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37012085.post-2409289692496342584</id><published>2010-02-03T07:15:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T08:16:39.301-06:00</updated><title type='text'>They're finally going back to school!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I understand I &lt;i&gt;should&lt;/i&gt; enjoy these extra days I have with my children.  I &lt;i&gt;should&lt;/i&gt; be excited they have a day off of school because that's more time I can spend with them.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I also &lt;i&gt;should&lt;/i&gt; have dinner ready for my husband when he gets home from work and his newspaper waiting for him to read but that's not going to happen!  Times change, kids get on your nerves.  It's not like when they're home in the summer and we can plan fun things to keep them busy.  You can't plan anything for snow days because 1) you're not sure if they're out of school until the day of or the night before and 2) it's too damn cold!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We survived though and I can breathe a little because they all go back today!  Not sure for how long though because another system is coming through but let's just pray it stays above freezing.  My kids want to go to school.  They NEED to go to school.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;i&gt;I&lt;/i&gt; NEED them to go to school just to get us back on schedule again.  Even though I still have four kids running around here when all the other kids I watch are in school, it's still calmer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm not a monster, I do enjoy my children very much.  You all have to realize though, when we have snow days, it's not just my little bunch of kids at home.  I watch kids so when they don't have school, they're here.  They are all great kids but any kid stuck in the house for a given period of time will get on your nerves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And they kept multiplying! I am not kidding you!!  Yesterday I ended up with 7 older kids and three younger kids here!  Two of the kids I normally watch were not even here because their parents are teachers.  If you're not good at math, that's 10 kids with nothing to do!  And a husband with nothing to do, which is worse!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So what &lt;i&gt;did&lt;/i&gt; they do? They played the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Wii&lt;/span&gt;.  That is the awesome babysitter I am!! I let them play video games all day!  Desperate times call for desperate measures.  Plus, I was playing the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Wii&lt;/span&gt; with them.  Have you ever played Mario Bro?  Addictive!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;TJ&lt;/span&gt; did give me a break yesterday and took the seven older ones to the movies while I put the three younger ones down for a nap!  2 1/2 hours of pure bliss.  It was quiet and I was happy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I better get off the computer and go make breakfast before school.  Maybe I am a little sad.  Maybe I'll be a little lonely today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah right, I wont have to share the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Wii&lt;/span&gt; with anyone and I can have Mario all to myself!  1 hour and 18 minutes until schools starts!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37012085-2409289692496342584?l=dortchkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dortchkids.blogspot.com/feeds/2409289692496342584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37012085&amp;postID=2409289692496342584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37012085/posts/default/2409289692496342584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37012085/posts/default/2409289692496342584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dortchkids.blogspot.com/2010/02/theyre-finally-going-back-to-school.html' title='They&apos;re finally going back to school!'/><author><name>A Perfect Pandemonium</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15170625675021468808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/St79NJGe-MI/AAAAAAAAG-g/_HNNr13aSIU/S220/dortch_05+LRredo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37012085.post-6979611992834668453</id><published>2010-01-31T21:11:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T08:08:02.001-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cody is just full of them...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you're on my facebook, then you have already heard this one but I thought it was hilarious so I wanted to put it on here too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was making dessert the other night (not much, just melting chocolate and getting the angel food cake out).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cody:  "Mommy, what's for dessert?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me: "Cake that I made from scratch!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cody: "Mommy, the grocery store is called Crest, not Scratch"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S2bf48pmN1I/AAAAAAAAHOQ/lMllshDRErM/s1600-h/100_6120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S2bf48pmN1I/AAAAAAAAHOQ/lMllshDRErM/s320/100_6120.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433276169915348818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Oh that boy is so witty...so he thinks.  I wonder where he gets that from?  Hmmm??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37012085-6979611992834668453?l=dortchkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dortchkids.blogspot.com/feeds/6979611992834668453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37012085&amp;postID=6979611992834668453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37012085/posts/default/6979611992834668453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37012085/posts/default/6979611992834668453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dortchkids.blogspot.com/2010/01/cody-is-just-full-of-them.html' title='Cody is just full of them...'/><author><name>A Perfect Pandemonium</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15170625675021468808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/St79NJGe-MI/AAAAAAAAG-g/_HNNr13aSIU/S220/dortch_05+LRredo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S2bf48pmN1I/AAAAAAAAHOQ/lMllshDRErM/s72-c/100_6120.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37012085.post-3123071564869327535</id><published>2010-01-31T10:06:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T10:32:50.550-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Scrabble Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No, we're not a bunch of eighty year olds who like to play Scrabble and then are in bed by 8:00 pm after we took out our teeth and drank our Metamucil.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We actually all really like the game.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Every few weeks, we have some friends over and we play Scrabble.  Our friends all have kids so they can play together while we have some adult beverages and play a game where the more drinks you have, the more fun the words become.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We all bring some food and we make a whole evening out of it.  Dinner, drinks, snacks, dessert, etc.  Then, the kids watch a movie and we play our game.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This time, Jen brought fondue stuff and it was a huge hit with the kiddos (and the adults too, not gonna lie).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Laney and Ella Kate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S2WseAqrk7I/AAAAAAAAHMo/5Yupemy6GFA/s1600-h/100_6191.JPG"&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/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S2WseAqrk7I/AAAAAAAAHMo/5Yupemy6GFA/s320/100_6191.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432938157067441074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cody&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S2Wsez8UeOI/AAAAAAAAHMw/3O35dAuQUSA/s1600-h/100_6192.JPG"&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/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S2Wsez8UeOI/AAAAAAAAHMw/3O35dAuQUSA/s320/100_6192.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432938170831632610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Watch out, that's heavy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S2Wsfs066JI/AAAAAAAAHM4/OD3XXlEKrL8/s1600-h/100_6194.JPG"&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/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S2Wsfs066JI/AAAAAAAAHM4/OD3XXlEKrL8/s320/100_6194.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432938186101418130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cole&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S2WsgNEhifI/AAAAAAAAHNA/JOHO6xC9eqg/s1600-h/100_6195.JPG"&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/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S2WsgNEhifI/AAAAAAAAHNA/JOHO6xC9eqg/s320/100_6195.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432938194756798962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Darby and Scout&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S2WsggSwbCI/AAAAAAAAHNI/f6IAwPDFCgo/s1600-h/100_6196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S2WsggSwbCI/AAAAAAAAHNI/f6IAwPDFCgo/s320/100_6196.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432938199916768290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S2WtVUjpDcI/AAAAAAAAHNQ/JaphfmgIpII/s1600-h/100_6197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S2WtVUjpDcI/AAAAAAAAHNQ/JaphfmgIpII/s320/100_6197.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432939107299429826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Excuse me, do I have a little something on my face?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S2WtV53giEI/AAAAAAAAHNY/3tdSld1Biu8/s1600-h/100_6200.JPG"&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/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S2WtV53giEI/AAAAAAAAHNY/3tdSld1Biu8/s320/100_6200.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432939117314869314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Emily preferred to eat Cheez It's with a toothpick&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S2WtWpnKOoI/AAAAAAAAHNg/wfkbFdLqHuk/s1600-h/100_6202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S2WtWpnKOoI/AAAAAAAAHNg/wfkbFdLqHuk/s320/100_6202.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432939130131200642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Darby thought it was all good!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S2WtXLo9lhI/AAAAAAAAHNo/Cxa4Z-t-M6w/s1600-h/100_6203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S2WtXLo9lhI/AAAAAAAAHNo/Cxa4Z-t-M6w/s320/100_6203.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432939139265566226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brady was too cool for the chocolate! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S2WtX06FU6I/AAAAAAAAHNw/PacVV9om-BM/s1600-h/100_6205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S2WtX06FU6I/AAAAAAAAHNw/PacVV9om-BM/s320/100_6205.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432939150343230370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cole was the happiest when he found some sucker who would hold him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S2WufIjzF9I/AAAAAAAAHN4/8a_TMvNhzpg/s1600-h/100_6207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S2WufIjzF9I/AAAAAAAAHN4/8a_TMvNhzpg/s320/100_6207.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432940375389181906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S2WugJsbZ7I/AAAAAAAAHOA/y9_yWdLYX9A/s1600-h/100_6209.JPG"&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/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S2WugJsbZ7I/AAAAAAAAHOA/y9_yWdLYX9A/s320/100_6209.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432940392873682866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If that didn't work, he was pretty happy playing with Scout!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S2Wugg_wF0I/AAAAAAAAHOI/qXMVwxtS3B4/s1600-h/100_6211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S2Wugg_wF0I/AAAAAAAAHOI/qXMVwxtS3B4/s320/100_6211.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432940399128745794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;See, Scrabble night is fun at our house!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37012085-3123071564869327535?l=dortchkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dortchkids.blogspot.com/feeds/3123071564869327535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37012085&amp;postID=3123071564869327535' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37012085/posts/default/3123071564869327535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37012085/posts/default/3123071564869327535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dortchkids.blogspot.com/2010/01/scrabble-night.html' title='Scrabble Night'/><author><name>A Perfect Pandemonium</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15170625675021468808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/St79NJGe-MI/AAAAAAAAG-g/_HNNr13aSIU/S220/dortch_05+LRredo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S2WseAqrk7I/AAAAAAAAHMo/5Yupemy6GFA/s72-c/100_6191.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37012085.post-3298951988121821229</id><published>2010-01-30T14:07:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T14:20:31.847-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Three little men hard at work</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Another great thing about having three little boys...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They love to help shovel snow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cody&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S2SSMsMUpzI/AAAAAAAAHLw/wJPzi5raEFM/s1600-h/100_6176.JPG"&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/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S2SSMsMUpzI/AAAAAAAAHLw/wJPzi5raEFM/s320/100_6176.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432627797234591538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And they're all pretty good at it too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Cade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S2SSNvpZ8OI/AAAAAAAAHL4/pVFZIkJWZ3g/s1600-h/100_6179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S2SSNvpZ8OI/AAAAAAAAHL4/pVFZIkJWZ3g/s320/100_6179.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432627815341748450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S2SSOkK6-iI/AAAAAAAAHMA/H7KNgDkOSRA/s1600-h/100_6180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S2SSOkK6-iI/AAAAAAAAHMA/H7KNgDkOSRA/s320/100_6180.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432627829440969250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cody figured if he helped me, we could go sledding sooner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S2SSPpUB2II/AAAAAAAAHMI/Yhgjj6P_y7g/s1600-h/100_6182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S2SSPpUB2II/AAAAAAAAHMI/Yhgjj6P_y7g/s320/100_6182.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432627848001214594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, after we finished the driveway and walkway, I took the boys to the little hill in our neighborhood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cole wasn't crying because he didn't want to go, he was crying because I made him pause a second to take a picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S2SSQWRCMvI/AAAAAAAAHMQ/-FVpUhYCEwg/s1600-h/100_6184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 235px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S2SSQWRCMvI/AAAAAAAAHMQ/-FVpUhYCEwg/s320/100_6184.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432627860068250354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Cade&lt;/span&gt; and Mommy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S2STCTDvNBI/AAAAAAAAHMY/sBd2rbjLkYg/s1600-h/100_6185.JPG"&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/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S2STCTDvNBI/AAAAAAAAHMY/sBd2rbjLkYg/s320/100_6185.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432628718200632338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cole and Mommy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S2STDOVSPHI/AAAAAAAAHMg/lj9cr53haSY/s1600-h/100_6188.JPG"&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/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S2STDOVSPHI/AAAAAAAAHMg/lj9cr53haSY/s320/100_6188.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432628734111923314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;*I know you're all jealous of my beautiful outfit and my lack of proper winter attire.  I had been shoveling snow and I got hot so I took off my jacket.  I forgot to put it back on before we went sledding.  Hey, at least I remembered the boys' jackets!*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37012085-3298951988121821229?l=dortchkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dortchkids.blogspot.com/feeds/3298951988121821229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37012085&amp;postID=3298951988121821229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37012085/posts/default/3298951988121821229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37012085/posts/default/3298951988121821229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dortchkids.blogspot.com/2010/01/three-little-men-hard-at-work.html' title='Three little men hard at work'/><author><name>A Perfect Pandemonium</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15170625675021468808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/St79NJGe-MI/AAAAAAAAG-g/_HNNr13aSIU/S220/dortch_05+LRredo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S2SSMsMUpzI/AAAAAAAAHLw/wJPzi5raEFM/s72-c/100_6176.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37012085.post-578580269411213658</id><published>2010-01-29T12:08:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T16:12:53.216-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All day yesterday we dealt with an ice storm.  Not fun when you have little ones stuck inside!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S2MmPHG2gEI/AAAAAAAAHLo/aBF_RttQnxY/s1600-h/100_6149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S2MmPHG2gEI/AAAAAAAAHLo/aBF_RttQnxY/s320/100_6149.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432227616586629186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today, though, we have SNOW!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S2MlLqFwGZI/AAAAAAAAHLI/U7viUgY509I/s1600-h/100_6154.JPG"&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/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S2MlLqFwGZI/AAAAAAAAHLI/U7viUgY509I/s320/100_6154.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432226457746151826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And since I'm Mother of the Year, I bundled up Cody and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Cade&lt;/span&gt; right after their shower, while their hair was still wet!  They were not enjoying it as much as Cole!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S2MlMC1KiII/AAAAAAAAHLQ/jBIbzwWwF2M/s1600-h/100_6157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S2MlMC1KiII/AAAAAAAAHLQ/jBIbzwWwF2M/s320/100_6157.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432226464387467394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cole LOVED it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S2MlMxauKQI/AAAAAAAAHLY/3UcZ5Ml8Qbk/s1600-h/100_6161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S2MlMxauKQI/AAAAAAAAHLY/3UcZ5Ml8Qbk/s320/100_6161.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432226476893022466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He is still walking around the house with his jacket on, refusing to take it off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I LOVE THE SNOW!!  It's actually the real stuff this time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S2MlNsZA1wI/AAAAAAAAHLg/BjDRrPGxwwg/s1600-h/100_6162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 251px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S2MlNsZA1wI/AAAAAAAAHLg/BjDRrPGxwwg/s320/100_6162.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432226492723549954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I know his binky says "Cade" but Cole likes this one better and Cade likes one of Cole's better.  So much for the cute idea of having their names on them.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37012085-578580269411213658?l=dortchkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dortchkids.blogspot.com/feeds/578580269411213658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37012085&amp;postID=578580269411213658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37012085/posts/default/578580269411213658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37012085/posts/default/578580269411213658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dortchkids.blogspot.com/2010/01/snow.html' title='Snow!!!'/><author><name>A Perfect Pandemonium</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15170625675021468808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/St79NJGe-MI/AAAAAAAAG-g/_HNNr13aSIU/S220/dortch_05+LRredo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S2MmPHG2gEI/AAAAAAAAHLo/aBF_RttQnxY/s72-c/100_6149.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37012085.post-8573725350850649069</id><published>2010-01-27T12:42:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T18:33:38.534-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hard at Work</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S2CJoXct44I/AAAAAAAAHLA/2PxWGNcnN88/s1600-h/100_6122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S2CJoXct44I/AAAAAAAAHLA/2PxWGNcnN88/s320/100_6122.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431492477191054210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S2CJne-LtsI/AAAAAAAAHK4/PvKZgGBOy0A/s1600-h/100_6121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S2CJne-LtsI/AAAAAAAAHK4/PvKZgGBOy0A/s320/100_6121.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431492462030599874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Now if he only knew how to file our taxes...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37012085-8573725350850649069?l=dortchkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dortchkids.blogspot.com/feeds/8573725350850649069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37012085&amp;postID=8573725350850649069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37012085/posts/default/8573725350850649069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37012085/posts/default/8573725350850649069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dortchkids.blogspot.com/2010/01/hard-at-work.html' title='Hard at Work'/><author><name>A Perfect Pandemonium</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15170625675021468808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/St79NJGe-MI/AAAAAAAAG-g/_HNNr13aSIU/S220/dortch_05+LRredo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S2CJoXct44I/AAAAAAAAHLA/2PxWGNcnN88/s72-c/100_6122.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37012085.post-2598451381745641111</id><published>2010-01-26T21:49:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T22:16:15.554-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't believe people trust me with their kids!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For some reason, people must think I'm pretty good with kids because I have people asking me all the time if I can keep their kiddos.  That, or I'm cheap because even the parents who do know the things that happen around here keep bringing their kids back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For example....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yesterday I was doing my afternoon run to pick kids up from school.  I successfully picked up the first two kids from their school and I was in line to pick up the next two.  When you're in the parent pick-up line, they try to get the kids loaded as quickly as possible to keep the line moving.  What I usually do, to help them speed up the process, is get the kids in the car and pull forward a little before I stop and let them get buckled and settled in.  This has worked for the past three years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;However, after yesterday's event, I am changing my ways!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You see, we're in a rent car right now.  Our car is in the process of finally getting fixed from our non-trip to Chicago.  So, the kids are not really familiar with how this car works.  The two boys got in the car and I shut the automatic door in order to pull forward a little.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's where the excitement begins.  The automatic door pops back open while I'm pulling away from my previous spot and one of the boys tumbles out of the car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Awesome!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Everyone in the car starts screaming (they were acting like I was going 100 mph when I was really going like 2 mph).  I slam on the brakes, throw the car in park, and hop out.  The on duty teachers kind of look back at him and then turn back around and carry on with what they were doing!!  Um, hello??  A kid just fell from a moving vehicle!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He was fine, he was even laughing when he realized everyone else thought it was cool.  However, I did not find it so humorous considering this was not one of &lt;i&gt;my&lt;/i&gt; children that just got thrown from my car!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Luckily his parents are cool and understanding.  &lt;i&gt;Thank God his parents are cool and understanding.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He walked away from the whole thing with a little soreness and a scrape on his ankle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I walked away feeling like I was going to puke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you ask my little exaggerator (Ty) what happened, he'll tell you I ran the kid over with my car and we're lucky I didn't kill him...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37012085-2598451381745641111?l=dortchkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dortchkids.blogspot.com/feeds/2598451381745641111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37012085&amp;postID=2598451381745641111' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37012085/posts/default/2598451381745641111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37012085/posts/default/2598451381745641111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dortchkids.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-cant-believe-people-trust-me-with.html' title='I can&apos;t believe people trust me with their kids!'/><author><name>A Perfect Pandemonium</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15170625675021468808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/St79NJGe-MI/AAAAAAAAG-g/_HNNr13aSIU/S220/dortch_05+LRredo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37012085.post-6808461058459417793</id><published>2010-01-25T21:48:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T22:29:07.489-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I came this close to dying...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ok, not really.  But we did have a very eventful Saturday afternoon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For all those curious about our little neighborhood drama, here's how it went down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Saturday afternoon I get a call from my friend, Jen, who lives on the street behind us.  She told me she was about to go kick some kid's *butt* on behalf of my son.  To be honest, I had to start counting my children at home in order to figure out which son she was talking about.  Three of them were at home so that only left one...Ty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ty and his friend, Jake, were walking to the park from Jake's house when they saw these two older boys beating the crap out of this little kid.  I guess Ty and Jake asked the kids to stop and the kids told them to run away and stop starring or they were next.  Ty and Jake ran to Jen's house because it was closest to ask for help.  They were too scared to walk back to Jake's house because they were afraid the kids were going to get them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well Jen called me on her way over there, broke up the fight, and when she asked the kid where he lived so she could talk to his parents, he said in his most polite teenager manner...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Stranger Danger, I don't have to talk to you lady"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jen drove to pick me up and together we decided to follow this punk home.  When I tried to talk to him, he sweet demeanor started to wear off.  He decided to tell us to "back off" and to "shut up" and he didn't have to tell us a "damn thing".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well in that case, I will just back off...idiot, I don't think so!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I called over at Jake's house to check on the boys and Jake's mom wanted to know what happened.  She had heard the boys' side of the story and so I told her what this little shit ( I apologize but there really is no nicer way to put it) was doing and saying.  So, Jake's dad hopped in his car to help try to talk some sense into this kid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We cornered him and his little buddies on the street corner and Jake's dad politely informed the kid he better start walking home so we could follow him.  The punk was more than happy to do as he was told at this point.  (I have got to learn to do that!  The kid was not at all intimidated by Jen or myself).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I guess on the way to his house, the kid called his dad because as soon as we turned on the kid's street, a car came racing down, slamming on his brakes and barley missed hitting the car.  Both dads jump out of their cars and we were sure there was going to be a fight.  The punk's dad was very upset that his child was threatened and he was all too ready to make that known.  Jake's dad was pretty pissed that this little fool threatened our 9 year olds.  Not the greatest of combinations, I have to admit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway, Jen and I decided it was time for us to step in so Jen grabbed Jake's dad's arm while I got between them.  Probably not the best of my ideas, I realized, only after I was standing face to face with this furious man.  That is when I politely asked him to please not hit a girl.  I wont lie, I was a little nervous he might not have really cared!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We told his parents the only reason any of this happened was because he was beating the crap out of a seven year old and when asked where he lived, he was very disrespectful.  The dad didn't care about that part, that was obvious.  Especially obvious when the punk ass started yelling at me to "shut up, lady" and "you don't know what the hell you're talking about".  All in front of his parents and his father said nothing to him.  His mother did yell at him for this and sent him home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The men calmed down by this point and things were starting to get resolved...until the punk's dad went home and heard from his son that Jake's dad threatened him with his fist (I was there, I swore he just had his finger in his face). Either way, the dad came rushing back down the street wanting more.  Once again, Jen and I jumped out of the car and put our lives on the line for them again (or stood far behind them and just prayed they weren't about to fight...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Things were said, people were pissed, but everything got settled and we all headed home...except punk's dad who decided to drive around the neighborhood until he found out where Jake's house was so he could call the cops on his dad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Because we all know after hearing this story, Jake's dad is definitely the one who needed the cops called on him.  (I hope you picked up the sarcastic tone)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The funny part is, this all kind of made me homesick.  I have two older brothers who would have handled this situation pretty much like both the dad's did, and that really made me miss them.  Is that wrong?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The good news is, Ty and Jake did exactly what they were supposed to do.  They ran and got the closest adult they knew and asked for help.  We don't need to mention that by the end of the night, the boys (or maybe it was just Ty) were talking about how the "murders" wanted to kill them.  A little exaggeration never hurt anyone...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37012085-6808461058459417793?l=dortchkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dortchkids.blogspot.com/feeds/6808461058459417793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37012085&amp;postID=6808461058459417793' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37012085/posts/default/6808461058459417793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37012085/posts/default/6808461058459417793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dortchkids.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-came-this-close-to-dying.html' title='I came this close to dying...'/><author><name>A Perfect Pandemonium</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15170625675021468808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/St79NJGe-MI/AAAAAAAAG-g/_HNNr13aSIU/S220/dortch_05+LRredo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37012085.post-2864439194013238688</id><published>2010-01-24T10:39:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T22:40:22.833-06:00</updated><title type='text'>No longer a fan of Cocoa Krispies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So this morning I was cleaning up after breakfast and when I got to Cole's seat (the most disgusting, stickiest place at the table) I decided it was time to scrape off the dry, crusty food that had been stuck to his chair &lt;strike&gt;a week&lt;/strike&gt;, &lt;strike&gt;a few days&lt;/strike&gt;, since that morning. (because I would never leave food stuck to his chair after he eats...who does that?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There were a few pieces of food that were clinging to the chair for dear life and the only way to remove them was with my fingernail.  Bad idea!  When I scraped a Cocoa Krispie off his chair, it lodged itself completely under my finger nail.  I could see it, and definitely feel it.  I started feeling sick right away.  It was disgusting.  If you have ever had a splinter under your nail, you understand the pain I was in.  Except, this was thicker, and sugary, and I kept thinking it was definitely going to get infected.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had to lie down.  My head was spinning and I felt nauseous.  I actually handle pain pretty well, so that just shows how bad this hurt.  I tried to dig under my nail to get it out.  I was getting little pieces to break away but there was no way I could get under there far enough to get the whole thing out.  After a few minutes of lying there and coming to terms with the fact I was going to lose my fingernail in just a few days (no drama queen here), I realized cereal gets soggy when wet.  So, I ran my finger under some water, while pulling my nail back as far as possible, and after a few minutes, it became soggy enough for me to push out of my nail.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I learned a few lessons today.  First, don't leave cereal stuck to the baby's seat for long periods of time (I don't even know the last time the kids ate Cocoa Krispies.  I'm not sure Cole has even ever had Cocoa Krispies.  He's a Cheerios kind of guy).  Second, quickly run water under my nail if this does happen again.  And Third, never buy Cocoa Krispies again...just to be on the safe side.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh the things I do for these little guys...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S10YdsVj1RI/AAAAAAAAHKw/uMsEKc1-IRY/s1600-h/100_6116.JPG"&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/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S10YdsVj1RI/AAAAAAAAHKw/uMsEKc1-IRY/s320/100_6116.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430523624075547922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and the big ones too!  Just wait till I get the post together about the neighborhood drama that involves me standing in front of a very large man asking him to please not hit a girl!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37012085-2864439194013238688?l=dortchkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dortchkids.blogspot.com/feeds/2864439194013238688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37012085&amp;postID=2864439194013238688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37012085/posts/default/2864439194013238688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37012085/posts/default/2864439194013238688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dortchkids.blogspot.com/2010/01/no-longer-fan-of-coco-krispies.html' title='No longer a fan of Cocoa Krispies'/><author><name>A Perfect Pandemonium</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15170625675021468808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/St79NJGe-MI/AAAAAAAAG-g/_HNNr13aSIU/S220/dortch_05+LRredo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S10YdsVj1RI/AAAAAAAAHKw/uMsEKc1-IRY/s72-c/100_6116.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37012085.post-2046802133515574461</id><published>2010-01-22T13:03:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T13:28:37.299-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 12th Birthday McKinly</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't believe she is already 12 years old.  Only one more year until she's in her teens and only four more years until she can drive!  Look out Oklahoma!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S1n5Yuf7PAI/AAAAAAAAHJ4/Uy-aTkkQKIc/s1600-h/McKinlyfacepaint.jpg"&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/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S1n5Yuf7PAI/AAAAAAAAHJ4/Uy-aTkkQKIc/s320/McKinlyfacepaint.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429645028965956610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was there when she started to learn to sit up on her own.  I was there when she was learning to crawl and I was even there when she ate her first roach (I'm still sorry, Katy, that I had to drive all the way to your house just so you'd come pick the dead roach off the floor because I refused to touch it.  At least I snatched her up fast enough and she spit it out!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S1n5ZS6Rt8I/AAAAAAAAHKA/VMjhZfYumHk/s1600-h/104_0410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S1n5ZS6Rt8I/AAAAAAAAHKA/VMjhZfYumHk/s320/104_0410.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429645038740158402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I like knowing, like with my own kids, my friends have memories of her since she was a tiny baby.  She has been around my family, friends, and myself since she was 3 month old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S1n5Z3PX9wI/AAAAAAAAHKI/7YXfVhvP8JQ/s1600-h/104_1165.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S1n5Z3PX9wI/AAAAAAAAHKI/7YXfVhvP8JQ/s320/104_1165.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429645048492324610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;McKinly&lt;/span&gt; is the happiest when everyone else is happy.  I love that she enjoys going down to visit my family in Texas, even by herself.  It makes me very happy that she is so close to them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S1n7Z9HH28I/AAAAAAAAHKg/KzqjiwGinlE/s1600-h/100_4396.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S1n7Z9HH28I/AAAAAAAAHKg/KzqjiwGinlE/s320/100_4396.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429647249091582914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She is the perfect daughter, step daughter, sister, and friend anyone could ask for!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S1n5bPzq__I/AAAAAAAAHKY/Xkv88ITQc84/s1600-h/100_1205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S1n5bPzq__I/AAAAAAAAHKY/Xkv88ITQc84/s320/100_1205.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429645072266887154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy 12&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; Birthday baby girl.  You're very, very loved!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S1n7aWaVwcI/AAAAAAAAHKo/lJ1GT-YiNTo/s1600-h/100_6050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S1n7aWaVwcI/AAAAAAAAHKo/lJ1GT-YiNTo/s320/100_6050.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429647255883071938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;*&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;TJ&lt;/span&gt; is taking her out to dinner tonight, just the two of them, and hopefully I'll get some good, recent pictures of her.  She is growing up way too fast!*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37012085-2046802133515574461?l=dortchkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dortchkids.blogspot.com/feeds/2046802133515574461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37012085&amp;postID=2046802133515574461' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37012085/posts/default/2046802133515574461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37012085/posts/default/2046802133515574461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dortchkids.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-12th-birthday-mckinly.html' title='Happy 12th Birthday McKinly'/><author><name>A Perfect Pandemonium</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15170625675021468808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/St79NJGe-MI/AAAAAAAAG-g/_HNNr13aSIU/S220/dortch_05+LRredo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S1n5Yuf7PAI/AAAAAAAAHJ4/Uy-aTkkQKIc/s72-c/McKinlyfacepaint.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37012085.post-1279518497702450806</id><published>2010-01-21T07:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T08:02:51.084-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Martin Luther King Jr.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tonight at dinner, Cody told us what he learned about Martin Luther King, Jr....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Martin Luther King is a man, not really a king because that's just his name, who let all the people go together.  He has a brown head and brown hair.  He helped people, too.  He makes people go somewhere together cause they can't get there by themselves."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S1dp6XYoD2I/AAAAAAAAHJo/eKVDv6HaxHk/s1600-h/100_6096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 235px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S1dp6XYoD2I/AAAAAAAAHJo/eKVDv6HaxHk/s320/100_6096.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428924327249055586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pretty insightful for a four year old...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37012085-1279518497702450806?l=dortchkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dortchkids.blogspot.com/feeds/1279518497702450806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37012085&amp;postID=1279518497702450806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37012085/posts/default/1279518497702450806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37012085/posts/default/1279518497702450806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dortchkids.blogspot.com/2010/01/martin-luther-king-jr.html' title='Martin Luther King Jr.'/><author><name>A Perfect Pandemonium</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15170625675021468808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/St79NJGe-MI/AAAAAAAAG-g/_HNNr13aSIU/S220/dortch_05+LRredo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S1dp6XYoD2I/AAAAAAAAHJo/eKVDv6HaxHk/s72-c/100_6096.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37012085.post-4257654047783488098</id><published>2010-01-20T00:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T00:39:00.421-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Manners?  Who needs them?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Seriously, why would you pick the cookie up off the table?  That is just an unnecessary step in enjoying the yummy goodness!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S1XTi1_PrzI/AAAAAAAAHJg/1uDuBPLZOAw/s1600-h/100_6085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S1XTi1_PrzI/AAAAAAAAHJg/1uDuBPLZOAw/s320/100_6085.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428477521426362162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37012085-4257654047783488098?l=dortchkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dortchkids.blogspot.com/feeds/4257654047783488098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37012085&amp;postID=4257654047783488098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37012085/posts/default/4257654047783488098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37012085/posts/default/4257654047783488098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dortchkids.blogspot.com/2010/01/manners-who-needs-them.html' title='Manners?  Who needs them?'/><author><name>A Perfect Pandemonium</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15170625675021468808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/St79NJGe-MI/AAAAAAAAG-g/_HNNr13aSIU/S220/dortch_05+LRredo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S1XTi1_PrzI/AAAAAAAAHJg/1uDuBPLZOAw/s72-c/100_6085.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37012085.post-534723031216574374</id><published>2010-01-19T00:27:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T00:27:00.753-06:00</updated><title type='text'>child labor...or quality time?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have just discovered the best thing ever!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My one year old can put dishes away...in their correct place!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S1UKjThewII/AAAAAAAAHJI/ObAMn0gxHgI/s1600-h/100_6087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S1UKjThewII/AAAAAAAAHJI/ObAMn0gxHgI/s320/100_6087.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428256527517401218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was unloading the dishwasher (which I hate doing) and Cole walked over and picked a lid up to one of the pots.  He walked over and opened the correct cabinet and put it on the correct shelf.  He then came back and grabbed the spatula and proceeded to walk over and place it in the correct drawer!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's like my dream come true.  I sat back and watched as he put various other, little things away and realized I might never have to unload the dishwasher again.  It's not like I'm &lt;i&gt;forcing&lt;/i&gt; him to unload the dishwasher, he's doing it on his own free will.  I think of it as teaching him a very valuable lesson.  What kind of a lesson would it be if I helped him?  What would he really learn from that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S1UKj6u-xHI/AAAAAAAAHJQ/QX7D8TR7Zw4/s1600-h/100_6088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S1UKj6u-xHI/AAAAAAAAHJQ/QX7D8TR7Zw4/s320/100_6088.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428256538043008114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In fact, I think I should just sit back and supervise every time.  I don't view it as child labor...no, I view it as us spending quality time together while he learns the meaning of chores.  It's never too young to start helping out...right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't worry, I didn't make him grab the heavy stuff.  I left that for the older kids!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S1UKkrXg5YI/AAAAAAAAHJY/75XaE6MSGtM/s1600-h/100_6090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S1UKkrXg5YI/AAAAAAAAHJY/75XaE6MSGtM/s320/100_6090.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428256551097918850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now, if only I could teach them to fold the laundry correctly...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They do a great job mopping though!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S1UISrmAwII/AAAAAAAAHJA/OkxCh598Ur0/s1600-h/100_3750.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S1UISrmAwII/AAAAAAAAHJA/OkxCh598Ur0/s320/100_3750.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428254042897825922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37012085-534723031216574374?l=dortchkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dortchkids.blogspot.com/feeds/534723031216574374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37012085&amp;postID=534723031216574374' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37012085/posts/default/534723031216574374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37012085/posts/default/534723031216574374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dortchkids.blogspot.com/2010/01/child-laboror-quality-time.html' title='child labor...or quality time?'/><author><name>A Perfect Pandemonium</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15170625675021468808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/St79NJGe-MI/AAAAAAAAG-g/_HNNr13aSIU/S220/dortch_05+LRredo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S1UKjThewII/AAAAAAAAHJI/ObAMn0gxHgI/s72-c/100_6087.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37012085.post-8803021415393045374</id><published>2010-01-18T00:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T00:00:04.708-06:00</updated><title type='text'>You did not just say that!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; "Cody, I thought I told you to clean up in here!  Why are you watching the TV and not doing what I told you to do??"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cody:&lt;/b&gt; "Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't hear you.  I must have been busy washing my hair."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What? Please tell me where this kid hears this stuff!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S1H_lTtJBkI/AAAAAAAAHI4/n-qQGRq0KW4/s1600-h/100_5991.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S1H_lTtJBkI/AAAAAAAAHI4/n-qQGRq0KW4/s320/100_5991.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427400042368009794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37012085-8803021415393045374?l=dortchkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dortchkids.blogspot.com/feeds/8803021415393045374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37012085&amp;postID=8803021415393045374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37012085/posts/default/8803021415393045374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37012085/posts/default/8803021415393045374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dortchkids.blogspot.com/2010/01/you-did-not-just-say-that.html' title='You did not just say that!'/><author><name>A Perfect Pandemonium</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15170625675021468808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/St79NJGe-MI/AAAAAAAAG-g/_HNNr13aSIU/S220/dortch_05+LRredo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S1H_lTtJBkI/AAAAAAAAHI4/n-qQGRq0KW4/s72-c/100_5991.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37012085.post-7910398779700424159</id><published>2010-01-17T07:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T07:02:00.532-06:00</updated><title type='text'>If my days aren't crazy enough...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...the night makes up for it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On Thursday nights, after all the kids are in bed and it's finally quiet, I sit down and get to watch all my shows that have been DVRd that week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Usually&lt;/i&gt;, it's my time alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Usually,&lt;/i&gt; I get to watch all my shows without getting the crap scared out of me!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was in the middle of watching Grey's Anatomy when, out of nowhere, Ty shows up right behind me.  I don't think I have ever, in my entire life, jumped that high.  I was about to get on to him for getting out of bed when I realized he wasn't wearing anything but his underwear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(well, not in this picture...obviously)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S1DCPDEZPmI/AAAAAAAAHIo/4U8GoGOjBo8/s1600-h/Ty2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 227px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S1DCPDEZPmI/AAAAAAAAHIo/4U8GoGOjBo8/s320/Ty2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427051114759011938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He never sleeps in just his underwear.  In fact, he would never let anyone see him in just his underwear.  When I asked what he was doing, all I got was...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"I uh, I uh, I can't find them"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Can't find who?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Them"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"You mean your clothes?  You can't find your clothes?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"No, I have all my clothes in my backpack so I can take them to school"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Ty, you don't need to take your clothes to school, you need to be wearing them...call me crazy, but that's how we do things around here"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"I have to take them to school, you said!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"You have to &lt;i&gt;wear&lt;/i&gt; clothes to school, but I don't think I told you that you needed to pack your pajamas, that you're supposed to be wearing right now, in your backpack and take them to school"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"oh, ok"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"would you like me to help you put your pajamas back on?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"yeah"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"ok, let's go find your pajamas then"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"can you help me put some clothes on first?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"sure, Ty, sure!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think it's safe to say,  we have a little sleep walker on our hands...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37012085-7910398779700424159?l=dortchkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dortchkids.blogspot.com/feeds/7910398779700424159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37012085&amp;postID=7910398779700424159' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37012085/posts/default/7910398779700424159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37012085/posts/default/7910398779700424159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dortchkids.blogspot.com/2010/01/if-my-days-arent-crazy-enough.html' title='If my days aren&apos;t crazy enough...'/><author><name>A Perfect Pandemonium</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15170625675021468808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/St79NJGe-MI/AAAAAAAAG-g/_HNNr13aSIU/S220/dortch_05+LRredo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S1DCPDEZPmI/AAAAAAAAHIo/4U8GoGOjBo8/s72-c/Ty2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37012085.post-8676273895929744233</id><published>2010-01-16T00:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T00:46:13.850-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I couldn't make this stuff up if I tried!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cody and his daddy are very close.  Only recently (and I mean very recently) has he begun choosing me over him at times.  For the most part though, he's a huge daddy's boy.   It's no secret.  I learned to accept that long ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S1FexsLsDgI/AAAAAAAAHIw/IWW-MoAS_O4/s1600-h/100_4363.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 236px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S1FexsLsDgI/AAAAAAAAHIw/IWW-MoAS_O4/s320/100_4363.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427223233724943874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;However, what I still have not learned to accept (and I'm pretty sure I never will) is the fact Cody and his Daddy act the same age!  It is like I am raising 6 children, 4 boys full time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If my calculations are correct, their mentality level means I am raising four boys under the age of five!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Those numbers are NOT in my favor!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I break up fights on a daily basis.  Someone is touching, looking at, smelling, hitting another child at all times.  You name it, I've dealt with it.  I thought I had seen and heard everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Apparently, I was wrong!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tonight in the car, Cody started whining.  It was the aggravated whine that he usually does when he's extremely tired.  I started to get on to him for acting that way when I suddenly realized what (in this case &lt;i&gt;who&lt;/i&gt;) was making him act that way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cody:&lt;/b&gt;  "Daddy won't stop touching me"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;TJ:&lt;/b&gt; "I'm not touching you, I'm staring at you"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cody:&lt;/b&gt;  "Well it's weird, and you smell funny"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;TJ:&lt;/b&gt; "I don't smell funny, you smell funny"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cody:&lt;/b&gt; "Mommy, Daddy wont leave me alone"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;TJ:&lt;/b&gt; "He's being a baby, I'm not doing anything to him, I'm not even touching him"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cody:&lt;/b&gt; "You don't have to be touching me to bother me"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;TJ:&lt;/b&gt; "You're being a little rude, don't you think?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cody: &lt;/b&gt;"&lt;i&gt;You're&lt;/i&gt; being a little rude"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; "OH.MY.GOD.  If the two of you don't stop, I am going to pull over and you both can walk home!!!!!!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;TJ: &lt;/b&gt;"Mommy's mean!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cody:&lt;/b&gt; "yeah!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What??  When did I become the bad guy in all of this??  Seriously, they.drive.me.nuts!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;*after we got home, they both got sent to bed.  If he acts like a five year old, he will be treated as a five year old!*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37012085-8676273895929744233?l=dortchkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dortchkids.blogspot.com/feeds/8676273895929744233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37012085&amp;postID=8676273895929744233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37012085/posts/default/8676273895929744233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37012085/posts/default/8676273895929744233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dortchkids.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-couldnt-make-this-stuff-up-if-i-tried.html' title='I couldn&apos;t make this stuff up if I tried!'/><author><name>A Perfect Pandemonium</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15170625675021468808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/St79NJGe-MI/AAAAAAAAG-g/_HNNr13aSIU/S220/dortch_05+LRredo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S1FexsLsDgI/AAAAAAAAHIw/IWW-MoAS_O4/s72-c/100_4363.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37012085.post-207307595114279383</id><published>2010-01-15T08:19:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T08:19:00.446-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy days of...well, everyday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Everyday in our household is some form of crazy!  At any given time, we have between 5 and 10 kids running around here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Trust me, it's not that big of a house to be running around in.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our friends who come over know it's pointless to ring the doorbell.  It's faster, and easier, to just walk in.  Half the time, we probably can't even hear the doorbell.  Anyone who rings the bell is selling something or is not a good enough friend to know to just walk in.  Therefore, we probably don't want to be talking to you anyway!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yesterday, my Jehovah Witness lady (who comes at least once a month to show me something new or to just check up on me and I'm too nice of a person to tell her we're not interested.  She's a nice lady who knows all of my kids' names.  I can at least talk to her for 5 minutes every few months, right?) came and knocked on our door (she knows not to ring the doorbell because it's usually nap time when she comes over).  The thing is, I didn't know she knocked on the door because I was trying to get six kids ready for nap time.  When I finally did answer the door, she said she heard I was busy, so she just waited until things settled down.  She was out there for FIFTEEN minutes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Who does that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My bigger question is, what did she hear??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;From the outside listening in, some of the things said around here must get people laughing...or ready to call Child Protective Services , depending on how you interpret the meaning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Because of this, I started thinking of some of the things that I say on any given, crazy day...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Cade, it is not ok to give Cole the whole tube of toothpaste.  I don't care if he wanted it, it's not healthy for him.  No, his tummy will not be clean if he eats it."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"If one more person screams in this house I am going to lose my mind"  &lt;b&gt;Cody:&lt;/b&gt; "well, you better start looking for it because it sounds like you've already lost it."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Please don't let that be poop on the floor, Please don't let that be poop on the floor!"  &lt;b&gt;Cade:&lt;/b&gt; "Nope, it's jus a bwonie."  My bigger problem is how he figured that out, did he taste it?  What if it had been poop...I don't want to know!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Cade, we don't go poop in our underwear, we go poop on the potty."  &lt;b&gt;Cade:&lt;/b&gt; "but I already go poop on da potty."  &lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; "no, you went poop in your underwear."  &lt;b&gt;Cade:&lt;/b&gt; "not last night"  &lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; "you are supposed to go poop on the potty every time." &lt;b&gt;Cade:&lt;/b&gt; "but I already did"  &lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; "no, you went poop in your underwear." &lt;b&gt;Cade: &lt;/b&gt;"not last night."  ...and it went on and on and on!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cody:&lt;/b&gt; "Mommy, mommy, I know who the first president of the United States was."  &lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; "who?"  &lt;b&gt;Cody:&lt;/b&gt; "George Washington."  &lt;b&gt;Me: &lt;/b&gt;"Great job, Cody.  Do you know who the 16th president was?"  &lt;b&gt;Cody:&lt;/b&gt; "yep" &lt;b&gt;Me: &lt;/b&gt;"Who?" &lt;b&gt;Cody:&lt;/b&gt; "ABERSTEIN LINCOLN!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; "I am missing the pig's butt, does anyone know where the pig's butt is?"  &lt;b&gt;Cody:&lt;/b&gt; "do we get a dollar if we find the pig's butt?"  &lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; "sure, whatever, just find the butt please"  &lt;b&gt;Cody:&lt;/b&gt; "in that case, here it is"...little schemer!!  (and for those confused, it's the leapfrog refrigerator animals I was looking for).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These are just from the last couple of days!  Don't you worry, there will be plenty more!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37012085-207307595114279383?l=dortchkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dortchkids.blogspot.com/feeds/207307595114279383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37012085&amp;postID=207307595114279383' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37012085/posts/default/207307595114279383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37012085/posts/default/207307595114279383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dortchkids.blogspot.com/2010/01/crazy-days-ofwell-everyday.html' title='Crazy days of...well, everyday!'/><author><name>A Perfect Pandemonium</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15170625675021468808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/St79NJGe-MI/AAAAAAAAG-g/_HNNr13aSIU/S220/dortch_05+LRredo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37012085.post-5685984115218903146</id><published>2010-01-14T13:10:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T13:18:02.823-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My little princess</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My conversation with Cade today...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; "Cade, just because you're pretending to be a knight, doesn't mean the dog wants to pretend to be a horse, please get down."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cade:&lt;/b&gt;  "I not a knight anymore den.  If daddy is a prince does dat mean I a princess?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; "no, that would still make you a prince"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cade:&lt;/b&gt; "no, I da boy princess"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; "a.k.a. a prince"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cade:&lt;/b&gt; "no, I want to be a boy princess"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; "there is no such thing as a boy princess, it's called a prince"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cade:&lt;/b&gt; "I pretending there is a boy princess"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; "fine, but the dog is a dog, not a horse"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cade:&lt;/b&gt; "fine".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37012085-5685984115218903146?l=dortchkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dortchkids.blogspot.com/feeds/5685984115218903146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37012085&amp;postID=5685984115218903146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37012085/posts/default/5685984115218903146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37012085/posts/default/5685984115218903146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dortchkids.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-little-princess.html' title='My little princess'/><author><name>A Perfect Pandemonium</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15170625675021468808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/St79NJGe-MI/AAAAAAAAG-g/_HNNr13aSIU/S220/dortch_05+LRredo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37012085.post-3318971412242734408</id><published>2010-01-13T07:20:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T07:20:00.525-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Potty Training</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When we didn't end up going to Chicago for Christmas because of the thick ice caked on the interstate and the 14" of snow we had in our yard, I decided my break couldn't get anymore chaotic so I decided to give potty training a try.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not for me...for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Cade&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He has always had an issue with using the toilet because of his GI problems.  Every time we sat him on the "potty" before it was because we had just given him medicine to help him go to the bathroom.  He always associated the "potty" with pain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Poor little guy, he was terrified of the thing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We started on the Tuesday after Christmas and by Thursday, we were out of the house running errands in "big boy underwear".  He has done fantastic.  Once he understood what he was supposed to do, there have not been any problems.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Of course we still have an accident from time to time, but for the most part, we can say he's potty trained.  He only wears a diaper at nap time and bed time and even then, he wakes up dry...for the most part.  He will be three in February and I knew he was ready, he just had to get over his fear of the bathroom!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here he is, playing video games while he waits...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S0wEBTZvJWI/AAAAAAAAHIQ/Kd8outF6YZw/s1600-h/100_6072.JPG"&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/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S0wEBTZvJWI/AAAAAAAAHIQ/Kd8outF6YZw/s320/100_6072.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425716071509206370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;oh, and Cole has even been trying to go potty.  Every time he walks in the bathroom he says "potty" and sits on the little one.  He even knows to "push it down" so pee doesn't go everywhere!  The joys of boys...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S0wEB2TqAOI/AAAAAAAAHIY/VjEKs_OB70Q/s1600-h/100_6060.JPG"&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/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S0wEB2TqAOI/AAAAAAAAHIY/VjEKs_OB70Q/s320/100_6060.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425716080878944482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37012085-3318971412242734408?l=dortchkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dortchkids.blogspot.com/feeds/3318971412242734408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37012085&amp;postID=3318971412242734408' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37012085/posts/default/3318971412242734408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37012085/posts/default/3318971412242734408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dortchkids.blogspot.com/2010/01/potty-training.html' title='Potty Training'/><author><name>A Perfect Pandemonium</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15170625675021468808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/St79NJGe-MI/AAAAAAAAG-g/_HNNr13aSIU/S220/dortch_05+LRredo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S0wEBTZvJWI/AAAAAAAAHIQ/Kd8outF6YZw/s72-c/100_6072.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37012085.post-4023256985366428452</id><published>2010-01-12T07:05:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T07:05:00.413-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bragging Rights</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As a mother, I am allowed to brag.  It's my job.  If you don't brag about your own kids, then who will?  Right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, here it goes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cody is my sweet, little man.  He never wants to hurt any one's feelings.  He tells me I am gorgeous at least three times a day (I do not pay, bribe or threaten him...he started this on his own without any coaxing from me).  He wants to do his best and loves to be praised when he has done well.  He is a typical four year old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He is also very smart.  He has taught himself to read with very little help from me.  Of course I read to him every night but he really has learned to read on his own.  He can read very well for his age.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He has also taught himself how to do math.  It all started in the car one day when he told me what 6+6 was.  I decided to ask him some other problems and he figured out the answer to them all.  When we were in Texas for Thanksgiving, we figured out he could add three or more numbers together.  He was doing it all in his head and when we asked him how he was doing it without his fingers, he would just say "the little guy in my brain is helping me".  (a little freaky, yes!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So last night I decided to try actually writing the problems down and seeing if he could figure them out.  Even big numbers.  To our surprise, he got all the answers correct!  The kid is a sponge, he just absorbs anything and everything!  I know there are a lot of kids who can do this, but I am very proud of my little man!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And of course, I took a picture of his work!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S0wH4hoxJmI/AAAAAAAAHIg/hmkGJ78jw64/s1600-h/100_6080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S0wH4hoxJmI/AAAAAAAAHIg/hmkGJ78jw64/s320/100_6080.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425720318758037090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He was even a little offended when he thought some of the problems were "too easy"!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37012085-4023256985366428452?l=dortchkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dortchkids.blogspot.com/feeds/4023256985366428452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37012085&amp;postID=4023256985366428452' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37012085/posts/default/4023256985366428452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37012085/posts/default/4023256985366428452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dortchkids.blogspot.com/2010/01/bragging-rights.html' title='Bragging Rights'/><author><name>A Perfect Pandemonium</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15170625675021468808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/St79NJGe-MI/AAAAAAAAG-g/_HNNr13aSIU/S220/dortch_05+LRredo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S0wH4hoxJmI/AAAAAAAAHIg/hmkGJ78jw64/s72-c/100_6080.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37012085.post-2221770870357786043</id><published>2010-01-11T22:15:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T22:35:18.918-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sledding</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Since we experienced a "blizzard" over Christmas break, the kids discovered that the hill by our house was perfect for sledding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our hill wasn't even fully covered in snow by the time we found it, but it worked.  We made do with what we had...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;McKinly and Cade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S0v5w0FOOrI/AAAAAAAAHHo/p07rD6tK8w8/s1600-h/100_6061.JPG"&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/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S0v5w0FOOrI/AAAAAAAAHHo/p07rD6tK8w8/s320/100_6061.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425704793107479218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cody&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S0v5xvmtO8I/AAAAAAAAHHw/G5bUEIR_h5o/s1600-h/100_6064.JPG"&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/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S0v5xvmtO8I/AAAAAAAAHHw/G5bUEIR_h5o/s320/100_6064.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425704809085615042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S0v5x1x0QJI/AAAAAAAAHH4/rO41qY5iS6s/s1600-h/100_6067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S0v5x1x0QJI/AAAAAAAAHH4/rO41qY5iS6s/s320/100_6067.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425704810742825106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cade being brave and trying it on his own&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S0v5yQu9wdI/AAAAAAAAHIA/nrPTnscGrVU/s1600-h/100_6071.JPG"&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/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S0v5yQu9wdI/AAAAAAAAHIA/nrPTnscGrVU/s320/100_6071.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425704817978622418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He preferred going down with Cody or McKinly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S0v5yz3VrgI/AAAAAAAAHII/nPIBVXsYESs/s1600-h/100_6068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S0v5yz3VrgI/AAAAAAAAHII/nPIBVXsYESs/s320/100_6068.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425704827408985602" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/37012085-2221770870357786043?l=dortchkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dortchkids.blogspot.com/feeds/2221770870357786043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37012085&amp;postID=2221770870357786043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37012085/posts/default/2221770870357786043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37012085/posts/default/2221770870357786043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dortchkids.blogspot.com/2010/01/sledding.html' title='Sledding'/><author><name>A Perfect Pandemonium</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15170625675021468808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/St79NJGe-MI/AAAAAAAAG-g/_HNNr13aSIU/S220/dortch_05+LRredo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/S0v5w0FOOrI/AAAAAAAAHHo/p07rD6tK8w8/s72-c/100_6061.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37012085.post-3592557477885892638</id><published>2009-12-26T20:23:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T21:01:25.492-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Chicago is a no go :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Unfortunately we didn't make it to Chicago.  The weather has been awful and although we tried (we really really did), we had to turn around and come back.  When you have to go 15 mph on the interstate in Tulsa because the ice is so thick and then the car goes skidding on the ice and hits the cement barrier, it's time to turn around and head back home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It didn't do a lot of damage, but enough to have us turn around because the bumper was rubbing against the tire.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/SzbLd5-KuNI/AAAAAAAAHHY/T-SpfEJHFyY/s1600-h/100_6051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/SzbLd5-KuNI/AAAAAAAAHHY/T-SpfEJHFyY/s320/100_6051.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419742916225186002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;McKinly and Cody were devastated.  Cody kept saying, "but I just want to go to Chicago".  Cade then would repeat, "I want Chicago, too".  Ty was too busy playing his DS to even know what was going on (I honestly don't think he even realized we got in an accident) and Cole had started running a fever and just wanted to go to sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It is really disappointing.  I was looking forward to seeing everyone and really wanted the kids to see real snow, not this ice crap we get down here.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We're also having to miss seeing our friends in Michigan.  Cade misses Evan and really wanted to play with him.  We'll have to plan a trip to Chicago and Michigan soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In the meantime, the kids and I decided to make the best of the snow here and build a snowman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;First they had to find out just the right spot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/SzbI-Lhx-MI/AAAAAAAAHGY/V3prUyQSkFE/s1600-h/100_6048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/SzbI-Lhx-MI/AAAAAAAAHGY/V3prUyQSkFE/s320/100_6048.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419740172158892226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then they had to test the snow with a little snow fight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/SzbI-qY895I/AAAAAAAAHGg/WgGpMZdKNio/s1600-h/100_6049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 221px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/SzbI-qY895I/AAAAAAAAHGg/WgGpMZdKNio/s320/100_6049.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419740180443363218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;McKinly built some chairs for her and Cade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/SzbI_GhwRmI/AAAAAAAAHGo/ZACGwLfd6qQ/s1600-h/100_6050.JPG"&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/_AD0oMGZSpLA/SzbI_GhwRmI/AAAAAAAAHGo/ZACGwLfd6qQ/s320/100_6050.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419740187996472930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then they started the snowman&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/SzbI_rmIUEI/AAAAAAAAHGw/HoxsLlJmlbQ/s1600-h/100_6052.JPG"&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/_AD0oMGZSpLA/SzbI_rmIUEI/AAAAAAAAHGw/HoxsLlJmlbQ/s320/100_6052.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419740197946937410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cade, Cody, and McKinly hard at work&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Ty took off to a friends house as soon as we got back and Cole was inside with a really high fever)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/SzbJACuNgFI/AAAAAAAAHG4/bUq9tX4TApI/s1600-h/100_6053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/SzbJACuNgFI/AAAAAAAAHG4/bUq9tX4TApI/s320/100_6053.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419740204154847314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our snowman is lazy and is lounging in a snow chair McKinly made.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/SzbLcFXNB7I/AAAAAAAAHHA/GxAJNyaiz9g/s1600-h/100_6055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/SzbLcFXNB7I/AAAAAAAAHHA/GxAJNyaiz9g/s320/100_6055.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419742884923246514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He sure is cute though!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/SzbLc9fct1I/AAAAAAAAHHI/HPNSIzw8-eY/s1600-h/100_6058.JPG"&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/_AD0oMGZSpLA/SzbLc9fct1I/AAAAAAAAHHI/HPNSIzw8-eY/s320/100_6058.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419742899990214482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then the kids came inside for some warm soup and hot Chocolate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/SzbLdWy5qwI/AAAAAAAAHHQ/79vdJ46SAf4/s1600-h/100_6054.JPG"&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/_AD0oMGZSpLA/SzbLdWy5qwI/AAAAAAAAHHQ/79vdJ46SAf4/s320/100_6054.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419742906782690050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's probably for the best we didn't get to Chicago, Cole is running a high fever and just doesn't feel well.  It wouldn't have made for a very fun trip!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/SzbNdYK483I/AAAAAAAAHHg/9Epgb7b7Buw/s1600-h/100_6059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/SzbNdYK483I/AAAAAAAAHHg/9Epgb7b7Buw/s320/100_6059.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419745106174997362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The kids keep thinking of the waterpark we were supposed to go to tomorrow.  I feel bad for them, so if you have any ideas of what we can do around here to make it up to them, let me know!  Until then, we'll be building more snow forts and snowmen!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37012085-3592557477885892638?l=dortchkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dortchkids.blogspot.com/feeds/3592557477885892638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37012085&amp;postID=3592557477885892638' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37012085/posts/default/3592557477885892638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37012085/posts/default/3592557477885892638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dortchkids.blogspot.com/2009/12/chicago-is-no-go.html' title='Chicago is a no go :('/><author><name>A Perfect Pandemonium</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15170625675021468808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/St79NJGe-MI/AAAAAAAAG-g/_HNNr13aSIU/S220/dortch_05+LRredo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/SzbLd5-KuNI/AAAAAAAAHHY/T-SpfEJHFyY/s72-c/100_6051.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37012085.post-4860780034269020206</id><published>2009-12-25T00:27:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T00:31:33.504-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/SzRbp4JUJ4I/AAAAAAAAHGQ/ofegr4Ydo2I/s1600-h/100_6032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/SzRbp4JUJ4I/AAAAAAAAHGQ/ofegr4Ydo2I/s320/100_6032.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419057026637768578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/SzRbpXjnetI/AAAAAAAAHGI/W8TiFiQ2PxY/s1600-h/100_6031.JPG"&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/_AD0oMGZSpLA/SzRbpXjnetI/AAAAAAAAHGI/W8TiFiQ2PxY/s320/100_6031.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419057017889716946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Three very happy boys wanted to wish everyone a very Merry Christmas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We were supposed to leave for Chicago in the morning but we're not sure that's going to happen right now.  We're just going to play it by ear, but hopefully we'll get up there!  There's about two feet of snow in our driveway from all the snow blowing around!  It's going to be a White Christmas at least!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37012085-4860780034269020206?l=dortchkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dortchkids.blogspot.com/feeds/4860780034269020206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37012085&amp;postID=4860780034269020206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37012085/posts/default/4860780034269020206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37012085/posts/default/4860780034269020206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dortchkids.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmas_25.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>A Perfect Pandemonium</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15170625675021468808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/St79NJGe-MI/AAAAAAAAG-g/_HNNr13aSIU/S220/dortch_05+LRredo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/SzRbp4JUJ4I/AAAAAAAAHGQ/ofegr4Ydo2I/s72-c/100_6032.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37012085.post-8907303050889761275</id><published>2009-12-23T23:31:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T23:35:30.068-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Cookies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Who needs to go see a movie with Daddy and Cody when you can make Christmas cookies with mommy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/SzL9Rgs2mcI/AAAAAAAAHF4/F696bOkyxg4/s1600-h/100_5992.JPG"&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/_AD0oMGZSpLA/SzL9Rgs2mcI/AAAAAAAAHF4/F696bOkyxg4/s320/100_5992.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418671778957793730" /&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/37012085-8907303050889761275?l=dortchkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dortchkids.blogspot.com/feeds/8907303050889761275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37012085&amp;postID=8907303050889761275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37012085/posts/default/8907303050889761275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37012085/posts/default/8907303050889761275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dortchkids.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-cookies.html' title='Christmas Cookies'/><author><name>A Perfect Pandemonium</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15170625675021468808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/St79NJGe-MI/AAAAAAAAG-g/_HNNr13aSIU/S220/dortch_05+LRredo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/SzL9Rgs2mcI/AAAAAAAAHF4/F696bOkyxg4/s72-c/100_5992.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37012085.post-3142327885956750018</id><published>2009-12-21T21:45:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T21:49:59.982-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's not a mohawk!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My sister called me last night with a little "concern".  She wanted to know why Cody has a mohawk in the picture on the Christmas Card.  It's not a mohawk!  His hair is lighter on top than it is underneath, so when I spiked his hair for the picture, the darker part showed up.  I couldn't tell it looked like that until the pictures came back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, just in case you were wondering, it's not a mohawk!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Although, it totally looks like that but I was just hoping no one else noticed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37012085-3142327885956750018?l=dortchkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dortchkids.blogspot.com/feeds/3142327885956750018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37012085&amp;postID=3142327885956750018' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37012085/posts/default/3142327885956750018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37012085/posts/default/3142327885956750018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dortchkids.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-not-mohawk.html' title='It&apos;s not a mohawk!'/><author><name>A Perfect Pandemonium</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15170625675021468808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/St79NJGe-MI/AAAAAAAAG-g/_HNNr13aSIU/S220/dortch_05+LRredo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37012085.post-1856315848285960263</id><published>2009-12-18T21:32:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T21:43:44.236-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/SyxKbNvmnDI/AAAAAAAAHFw/xqgDMMjlDZM/s1600-h/ChristmasCard09-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/SyxKbNvmnDI/AAAAAAAAHFw/xqgDMMjlDZM/s320/ChristmasCard09-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416786283226111026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wishing everyone a very Merry Christmas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;thanks to my little brother who designed and made our Christmas card this year!  I think he did a pretty good job, if I do say so myself...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37012085-1856315848285960263?l=dortchkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dortchkids.blogspot.com/feeds/1856315848285960263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37012085&amp;postID=1856315848285960263' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37012085/posts/default/1856315848285960263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37012085/posts/default/1856315848285960263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dortchkids.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>A Perfect Pandemonium</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15170625675021468808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/St79NJGe-MI/AAAAAAAAG-g/_HNNr13aSIU/S220/dortch_05+LRredo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/SyxKbNvmnDI/AAAAAAAAHFw/xqgDMMjlDZM/s72-c/ChristmasCard09-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37012085.post-5979960090292924920</id><published>2009-12-13T22:50:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T22:28:31.028-06:00</updated><title type='text'>oops...it's really all I can say at this point!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Two different instances occurred this weekend that have probably put me pretty far down on the "mother of the year" list.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm not perfect, even though sometimes I try to argue with my husband that I am, I can admit when I have done wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, I can admit it when all the evidence points to me, and only me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oops!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You see, it was cold Saturday morning but Cade really needed a haircut.  I have cut the boys' hair in the past and done a decent job, I think.  It was too cold to do it outside though, like I normally do, so I decided to do it inside.  I laid a towel on the bathroom floor and Cade and I sat down on it.  Everything was going great; Cade was cooperating and I was going to town with the clippers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Everything went smoothly, he looked very handsome, and I was psyched I got it done in less than ten minutes.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But then it happened...I took the guard off the clippers to do a little touching up, and at that same, exact moment, Cade leaned his head back and made contact with the unguarded clippers, resulting in a very noticeable bald line on the back of his head!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let's just say, I'm glad it's cold and it's acceptable to wear hats this time of year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/SysEZyr3-vI/AAAAAAAAHFo/P8UwAGxEJbo/s1600-h/100_5670.JPG"&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/_AD0oMGZSpLA/SysEZyr3-vI/AAAAAAAAHFo/P8UwAGxEJbo/s320/100_5670.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416427817992190706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;TJ says we'll just tell everyone it's a scar, but he's not fooling me.  He will be the first to tell everyone I did it, because nothing makes him happier than when I do something a little...less perfect, let's just say!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And speaking of less perfect...the next incident really wasn't &lt;i&gt;all&lt;/i&gt; my fault.  Cody was partly to blame too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cody and Cole like to rough house, it's what boys do.  So it was no big deal for Cody to be dragging Cole around the living room by his legs, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I didn't think so either.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cole thought it was hilarious and I enjoyed watching my boys laugh and play like little boys should.  Nothing makes me happier than the sound of their laughter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That is until that laughter turns into a very painful scream!  Cody thought Cole was screaming because he had stopped pulling him around by his little legs. Once Cody yanked him across the floor again, Cole would burst out laughing again.  After all, it did look like fun and Cody wasn't pulling on him hard enough to hurt him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or so I thought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was worried about how hard Cody was pulling him, not wanting him to pull his little legs out of their sockets.  Now, that would be bad.  So, it never occurred to me that all this pulling around the living room would cause painful rug burn all over Cole's back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I didn't even &lt;i&gt;notice&lt;/i&gt; it until I put Cole in the bath.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A bath that was too warm and resulted in him screaming again, but we wont talk about that right now, I would have to admit again I'm not perfect, and once is already too many for today!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cole is such a happy baby and even when he gets hurt, he doesn't fuss for long.  So, it wasn't until his bath that I realized his screams from earlier were not that of a child who wanted to keep getting thrown across the room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My poor babies.  I have one who, if he was a little older and realized what I had done, would be embarrassed to go out in public, and another who can't comfortably lay on his back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least they're fast to forgive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/SysEZYd6WaI/AAAAAAAAHFg/8fSLUa7Y6Xo/s1600-h/100_5678.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/SysEZYd6WaI/AAAAAAAAHFg/8fSLUa7Y6Xo/s320/100_5678.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416427810954303906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, when are those Mother of the Year nominations??  I'm pretty sure I wont be getting any votes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37012085-5979960090292924920?l=dortchkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dortchkids.blogspot.com/feeds/5979960090292924920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37012085&amp;postID=5979960090292924920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37012085/posts/default/5979960090292924920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37012085/posts/default/5979960090292924920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dortchkids.blogspot.com/2009/12/oopsits-really-all-i-can-say-at-this.html' title='oops...it&apos;s really all I can say at this point!'/><author><name>A Perfect Pandemonium</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15170625675021468808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/St79NJGe-MI/AAAAAAAAG-g/_HNNr13aSIU/S220/dortch_05+LRredo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/SysEZyr3-vI/AAAAAAAAHFo/P8UwAGxEJbo/s72-c/100_5670.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37012085.post-642014130397655695</id><published>2009-12-10T09:46:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T23:55:01.315-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Naughty</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Cade&lt;/span&gt; should be listed in the dictionary as a synonym for naughty.  He is very manipulative.  He knows just the right strings to pull and when to pull them.  He must have a built in radar because he knows just that precise moment when his high pitched, blood curdling scream will send me over the edge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alright, he doesn't have to have a built in radar because his high pitched, blood curdling scream will send me over the edge any time, day or night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;However, he's very cute and that is probably why his manipulation works so well.  He started talking at a very young age and there is nothing cuter than the sound of his little toddler voice.  He can hold his own in a conversation and even persuade you with his bright, blue eyes.  I have fallen victim to those looks numerous times.  I have not always been proud of it, but I can admit it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;See, I just did and feel better already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/SyXCl8f_n7I/AAAAAAAAHE4/zPHe2xr3n-M/s1600-h/100_5978.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD0oMGZSpLA/SyXCl8f_n7I/AAAAAAAAHE4/zPHe2xr3n-M/s320/100_5978.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414948084134158258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What is NOT cute is when he feels the need to play the drums...on his brother's head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Naughty.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or when he has a handful of 20+ cars and will not share, even one, with his siblings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Naughty.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or when he decides the cup he is drinking out of is not the one he wants, so he pries the cup he does want, out of his little brother's hands.  This usually results in his little brother shrugging it off and grabbing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Cade's&lt;/span&gt; old cup which only leads to an infuriated &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Cade&lt;/span&gt; who has now decided his first cup is the cup he wants.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Staying with me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;See...naughty!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/d
