<?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-3006249745030816230</id><updated>2012-02-07T20:03:22.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The VanderLinden's</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jen VanderLinden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02949861449085548370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SKrbLaz2YiI/AAAAAAAAAKg/VQ-p7QoGkns/S220/IMG_3647.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>153</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006249745030816230.post-7547663067628037955</id><published>2011-04-05T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T21:32:47.719-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures from Zane's ordeal...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is all the kiddos at the corn maze. About 30 minutes later we would be at the ER.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592331322108962946" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1Y69anMTrco/TZvztUCYaII/AAAAAAAABR8/CeiQW77qYbY/s400/IMG_3458.JPG" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Zane in the first ER, after having an IV placed and a shot of Morphine. My heart still breaks when I see this picture. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594094823167192162" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z0AGlob2JW0/TaI3mla7bGI/AAAAAAAABSE/W9A1pBKlLnk/s400/IMG_2777.JPG" /&gt;Post surgery, waiting to see the big blue eyes again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594095220952771874" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dhhnjmP019s/TaI39vSZrSI/AAAAAAAABSM/kWm40KbrMQc/s400/IMAG0035.jpg" /&gt;Still not feeling the best the day after surgery.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 406px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594095784653415490" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o3sYMqvlijc/TaI4ejPG5EI/AAAAAAAABSU/gWdcBdcdAI8/s400/FxCam_1286830725066.jpg" /&gt;Feeling better and ready to eat. This boy had sausage and eggs for breakfast every morning. Some mornings, I had to order seconds.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594096318775189922" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HEwoNDOFc74/TaI49o_qYaI/AAAAAAAABSs/da6pSS5pdoo/s400/FxCam_1286894426944.jpg" /&gt;Heading down for x-rays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594096468839483682" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-22ArJfrvM84/TaI5GYBxySI/AAAAAAAABS0/DbkruGlLYrU/s400/IMG_1188.JPG" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Where O'where is Zaner?&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594405551664424178" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t5n4GirHemQ/TaNSNXRuZPI/AAAAAAAABUc/mtXg4YEYhrA/s400/IMG_1190.JPG" /&gt;He received lots of fun stuff. Cookies, baskets of toys, balloons, dinosaurs, and all kinds of fun stuff.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594097519196083154" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-izoQDhDp2MI/TaI6Dg6Tk9I/AAAAAAAABTs/YjnhA2Izr5k/s400/IMG_2784.JPG" /&gt;A bath and a spike hair-do is a good reason to smile.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594097400595825410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VPFHWT4wYBY/TaI58nFzQwI/AAAAAAAABTk/U_es0NysrAw/s400/IMG_1201.JPG" /&gt;Making crafts. They had the best crafts at PCH. Once he was feeling better, the kid didn't want to leave. He got food any time, any place, and any thing he wanted. Crafts, games, movies, people waiting on him, and he even got to see....&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594096763919549314" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MfK672cqC6g/TaI5XjSWQ4I/AAAAAAAABTE/waAsBr7pz34/s400/IMG_1203.JPG" /&gt;Goofy. Goofy came and performed a magic show for the kids.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594097178150933170" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--qQ6n7lWMcQ/TaI5vqazkrI/AAAAAAAABTc/N3zHIKVsqfo/s400/FxCam_1287079319277.jpg" /&gt;This is the way we roll... On our way to have a PIC line put in. I spent the first few night sleeping like this.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594096889304769234" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3_J-kQgDELE/TaI5e2Yg4tI/AAAAAAAABTM/1nkSIIr-iSI/s400/IMG_1195.JPG" /&gt;Had lots of visitors, Brother Andrew even came from Tucson.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594097043005546978" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fY6LWTWmQc4/TaI5ny9ooeI/AAAAAAAABTU/dKZk33eCyMU/s400/IMG_2781.JPG" /&gt;After a week eating out, Grandma brought family dinner to us! Nothing like a home cooked meal in the hospital cafeteria.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594097699360969298" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KcIWLd0Vd8w/TaI6OAE9klI/AAAAAAAABT0/AI1hRDzPLEk/s400/IMG_2797.JPG" /&gt;Doctor Wade removing the wrappings.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594096623287706802" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uDl-e42H3GQ/TaI5PXZGpLI/AAAAAAAABS8/7yOT7gHsOcI/s400/IMG_2799.JPG" /&gt;Zane had the best nurses and Doctors, they all loved him. Each time they came in and asked how he was doing he would respond with a great big smile, bright eyes, and his thumb up announcing "GREAT!"&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 286px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594098659865227250" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nUHHkcA6wys/TaI7F6PBb_I/AAAAAAAABUU/JNG92AMmo6Y/s400/Zane%2BER.jpg" /&gt;Zane had to receive antibiotics through a PIC line for 2 weeks after we came home from the hospital. It made me so nervous. The line was a direct IV line to his heart and it had to stay clean...very clean............. on a four year old boy. Yeah, it was not fun.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594412422563411858" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Xtrske5eX8w/TaNYdTXst5I/AAAAAAAABUk/gxBPSkhhyHQ/s400/IMG_3525.JPG" /&gt;And lastly, Zane got to sport really cool moon boots for 4 weeks after. He even still loves to wear them around.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594098572672095746" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J5Cv8842hmg/TaI7A1aj1gI/AAAAAAAABUM/04av1vRXSqs/s400/IMG_3517.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006249745030816230-7547663067628037955?l=thevanderlindens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/feeds/7547663067628037955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006249745030816230&amp;postID=7547663067628037955' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/7547663067628037955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/7547663067628037955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/2011/04/pictures-from-zanes-ordeal.html' title='Pictures from Zane&apos;s ordeal...'/><author><name>Jen VanderLinden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02949861449085548370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SKrbLaz2YiI/AAAAAAAAAKg/VQ-p7QoGkns/S220/IMG_3647.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1Y69anMTrco/TZvztUCYaII/AAAAAAAABR8/CeiQW77qYbY/s72-c/IMG_3458.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006249745030816230.post-863123664998422509</id><published>2011-02-01T19:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T21:44:05.695-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Zane's Ordeal.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;After spending a few days in Disneyland we loaded up the kiddos and headed off to Utah. The kids and I were going to spend a week visiting friends, going through our stuff, and packing the trailer. (We finally got our own little house to rent). We got to Utah Tuesday afternoon and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Symen&lt;/span&gt; was on a flight that night back to Mesa. The poor guy had to work while we played. We had a great week. We spent time with friends, hung out with grandma and grandpa, and got the trailer all ready for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Symen&lt;/span&gt; to come pick it up at a later time. Friday night after packing the last few things into the trailer, the kids and I headed up to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Heber&lt;/span&gt; to have dinner with Leah and the boys. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We had dinner and the kids went off to play. After a few minutes, Zane came back. He said he didn't fell good. So, he cuddled on the couch with Leah while we chatted. By the time we left Zane was doing &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;. He had a little fever, but nothing too alarming. We got back to Grandma's house and I put the kids to bed. Zane did not want to sleep. We stayed up and watched &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt;. Around 4 a.m. he started to complain his legs hurt. I simply thought that he was getting the flu with achy legs. About 2 hours went by and he started complaining more and more. I tried heating pads, Motrin, every thing I could think of and nothing was working. I put him in the car to go get some Tylenol so I could rotate with the Motrin I was giving him. He fell asleep and slept for about an hour when I got him home. I had a full day ahead, a sick kid, and no sleep to go on. Emilee and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Garrit&lt;/span&gt; went with Grandma and Grandpa &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;VanderLinden&lt;/span&gt;, and I took &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Krew&lt;/span&gt; and Zane to pick up Grandma Becky at the airport. When I told my mom that I was going to drive home from Utah by myself, she insisted to drive home with me. Her maternal instinct was hard at work. I tried to convince her that I am a big girl and that I could handle it, however, moms always wins. Looking back, this is the first of many personal revelations that came out through this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I put socks on Zane and loaded him in the car since he wouldn't walk or let me put shoes on him. We got to the airport to pick up Grandma, I moved a bag in the back seat that bumped Zane's foot in the process. He went into a tail spin, screaming and crying which he had not done up to this point. I told mom about our night and what was going on. Mom's first thoughts were, "Let's take him to the doctor." But I shrugged it off and agreed to see the doctor on Monday when we got home since this was just the flu. We continued on with our day. We met up with the other Grandparents and also the other kids for lunch. Grandpa carried Zane since he wouldn't walk and he ate a good lunch. After lunch we went to finish up some last minute packing. We were to meet Leah and her boys at a corn maze to celebrate &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Krew's&lt;/span&gt; birthday. We had some time to burn and I really wanted to go see &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Symen's&lt;/span&gt; cousin. They just had a new baby. So, Zane went with Grandma Tracee and we went to go see Ryan and Amy. It was a quick 15 minute visit, however, I just felt like I need to stop in and say "hi". We had our quick visit then we went and picked up Zane and headed over to meet Leah. We were running late, so Leah was already waiting at the gate for us. I loaded &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Krew&lt;/span&gt; and Zane into the stroller and was collecting my bag. Grandma Becky was wrapping a blanket around Zane when she took off his socks to see way he was complaining about his feet. To our shock his feet looked bruised with red and black marks and were starting to swell. His feet were definitely not like that when I put his socks on in the morning. The kids played at the park while we figured out what to do. I tried calling our family friend, Wade who is a pediatric surgeon. But no luck, so I left a message. I decided to take him to our old family doctor in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Heber&lt;/span&gt;. I called &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Symen&lt;/span&gt; to let him know what was going on. He agreed, just take him to the doctor. Less then a minute went by and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Symen&lt;/span&gt; called me back. "Jen, I don't have a good feeling about this. Take him to the ER." &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ALRIGHTY&lt;/span&gt; THEN! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Krew&lt;/span&gt; and Zane, we went to the hospital immediately. Leah stayed with the other kids. The new hospital was the closest facility, so we went there to find absolutely no waiting or other people. They took Zane back right away. By this time Zane was in serious pain. He was screaming and crying while they took his vitals and put in an IV to give the little guy morphine. The morphine allowed him to relax and get a few &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ZZZ's&lt;/span&gt;. Dr. Hyde was perplexed by Zane. His test for inflammation came back positive and his white blood cells were sky high. There was a definite infection, however they rarely see multiple joints swollen at the same time and his vitals were all pretty good. Dr. Hyde stepped out to make some phone calls. While we were waiting Wade (the surgeon) called back. He told me to leave the hospital and take Zane to Primary &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Childrens&lt;/span&gt;' hospital in Salt Lake. When Dr. Hyde came back he said that he did not feel comfortable treating Zane. He would possibly need an MRI, his ankles tapped, or even surgery. So he sent us off to Primary &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Childrens&lt;/span&gt;'. They let us take Zane, instead of by ambulance, and they also left his IV in. Before we left he swabbed &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Zanes&lt;/span&gt; mouth for strep. I called Ryan &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;VanderLinden&lt;/span&gt; to meet me at Primary Children's to give Zane a blessing. Good thing I took a few minutes to stop and say hi to them earlier. We got to Primary and they were waiting for us. They took us back to a room: room 22 (Jason's old baseball number). Mom and I both sighed in a little bit of relief. Jason was with us. I told them the story and they took his vitals. The doctor came in to look at him and ordered a heart scan, which later came back normal. The doctors were not sure what was going on. As they were deliberating, I had to go to the bathroom so bad. However, I was afraid to miss the doctors. Zane looked up at me and said "Mom, you can go. Grandma will stay with me." My big guy was still looking out for me. Ryan came and gave Zane a blessing that filled the room with the spirit. I felt as though a tremendous weight had been lifted when Ryan told me afterwards, "He'll be fine, however he has a long road ahead of him." The doctors were delayed in returning back to us for what felt like an eternity, allowing Zane's pain to escalate even further. The poor guy could only cry in pain and there was no way for me to comfort him. I had to ask 3 different times for pain medication and finally I got them to give him some. They were hesitant because they were not sure what treatment they needed to use. The doctors came back and said that he had Rheumatic Fever. We were told that his other joints may start to hurt, however, we were cleared to head back to Arizona. Also, that we should follow up with his pediatrician on Monday. So, with prescriptions in hand we left the hospital at 11:30 p.m. We got home and into bed around 1 a.m. Grandma Becky and I slept for a few hours, then we got up, loaded the car, and tucked all the kids into their spots. A&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; off we went, we had 12 hours of driving ahead of us. The drive was going pretty good. Zane's pain was under control, thanks to the drugs, and the other kids were just enjoying the ride. We got to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kanab&lt;/span&gt; and stopped for lunch. Poor Zane was still in his hospital gown from the night before. I took him into Subway, he ate his lunch, and just before I gave him his pain medication then started complaining that his legs hurt. Grandma Becky's first thought was we need to take him to a doctor when we get home, I reassured her that the doctors warned us that it may travel. So, I gave him his medication and he settled in for the next leg of the trip. Right before we got to Lake Powell, Zane threw up on his prized lion blanket. We stopped in Flagstaff and topped off the gas we were so close to being home. The kids had been doing GREAT up to this point and I just wanted to get home to my husband and relax. We just made our way out of Flagstaff when the doctor from Primary &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Childrens&lt;/span&gt;' Hospital called. She simply said "We got the culture back from the first ER Zane went to and shows bacteria in his blood. You need to get him to a hospital right away." I informed her that I was 3 hours away from Phoenix &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Childrens&lt;/span&gt;' and I would go straight there. She called ahead to let them now we were coming. Then chaos began. For some reason at this point everyone went into melt down. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Krew&lt;/span&gt; was done being in his car seat, so he started screaming. Zane was in pain, so was crying. Emilee, has been listening to me talk to the nurse and is worried about Zane, so she started crying. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Grandma Becky started making phone calls, and I am driving with a mission to get to the hospital. I first called &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Symen&lt;/span&gt; and told him to meet me a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_27" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;PCH&lt;/span&gt;. (Phoenix Children's Hospital) Next we called our family friend, the surgeon, who was already at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_28" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;PCH&lt;/span&gt; working. I will never forget the calming but concerned words "Jenny, you need to get that boy to hospital quickly, but be safe." I can't even describe the panic that came over me. My nerves and mission to reach the hospital launched into full blown emergency. I had to stay calm and focus on driving safely though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Racing through the mountain and traffic into Phoenix, I was hopeful to avoid being pulled over. We made it to the hospital, by the grace of God. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_29" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Symen&lt;/span&gt; was waiting, pacing. He grabbed Zane from the van and we headed into the hospital. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_30" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Symen&lt;/span&gt; sat with Zane while they took his vitals, I was filling out the paper work and re-telling the story. It had been 48 hours since this started, two nights of very little sleep, and I just finish driving the most stressful 3 hours of my life. I finally broke down. The nurse was great; she let me cry it out then it was back to "I have everything under control." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We called Wade and he started to exam Zane along with a few other doctors. It was great to have a familiar face with us. After they got done examining him, they still were not sure what was exactly wrong. Wade had already booked the operating room for early in the morning, just encase we needed it. The plan was to take Zane in the morning and check his ankles for infection. The procedure would tap his ankles and test for the infection. A positive infection would require a surgical procedure to flush out all of the infection around the bone. Now with a plan in place, Zane finally received medication to help him sleep without pain. We were moved to an overnight room where Zane finally had a good night sleep. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_31" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Symen&lt;/span&gt; and I... not so much. We shared a pull out chair and worried all night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At 5:30 a.m. they took us down for surgery. The nurse talked to us and Wade came into talk to us. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_32" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Fortunately&lt;/span&gt;, Zane was still asleep and did not even wake up before going into the operating room. Finally, we walked with him down the hall and gave him a kiss and said "see you soon buddy." A hour and half later Wade came out. Both of Zane's ankles were infected, so they cleaned them both out. According to Wade, Zane's liver was starting to fail and if would have waited another day he would have been in the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_33" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;PICU&lt;/span&gt;. Wade also told us, for a sick as he was, all his vitals were good. That is what was confusing them. Finally, Zane was going to get better. He was out of the woods, however, they still need to check everything else to make sure that the bacteria did not settle anywhere else. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The rest of Monday and into Tuesday Zane was pretty &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_34" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;sedated&lt;/span&gt;. The next week was full of x-rays, echo &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_35" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cardio&lt;/span&gt; grahams, and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_36" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;IV's&lt;/span&gt;. It was a really long week. However, we are very blessed. We caught it early and were able to keep him out of serious trouble. His other joints, heart, and bones all came back clear. The doctors and nurses at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_37" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;PCH&lt;/span&gt; were amazing. One night Zane's IV had to be re-done. The kid was not having it. They worked with him and were kind and patient with him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6 months later, Zane is doing fine. He has no side effects from his ordeal. He does have some cool scars, a new favorite monkey blanet that he got from the ER in Utah, and an amazing story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006249745030816230-863123664998422509?l=thevanderlindens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/feeds/863123664998422509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006249745030816230&amp;postID=863123664998422509' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/863123664998422509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/863123664998422509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/2011/02/zanes-ordeal.html' title='Zane&apos;s Ordeal.....'/><author><name>Jen VanderLinden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02949861449085548370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SKrbLaz2YiI/AAAAAAAAAKg/VQ-p7QoGkns/S220/IMG_3647.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006249745030816230.post-982803691985207014</id><published>2011-01-17T20:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T20:02:51.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I will try this again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, I got the first update done with the intent to have the second update done soon after. Well, things got a little busier than I thought. The last week of October I started working at Costco at night. I was working 5 nights a week and was not getting home until 10 p.m.. I was really not in the mood to blog. So, I have stopped working and things are getting back in order. So here is update 2. Enjoy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Krew's&lt;/span&gt; Birthday Pictures..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/TUCNG4XGxNI/AAAAAAAABO4/cRIN6cp-aaE/s1600/lucy%2B2%2Band%2Bkrew%2B207%2Bcolor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 278px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566604288777962706" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/TUCNG4XGxNI/AAAAAAAABO4/cRIN6cp-aaE/s400/lucy%2B2%2Band%2Bkrew%2B207%2Bcolor.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/TUCMpvgKogI/AAAAAAAABOg/pjjwwOYNwDw/s1600/lucy%2B2%2Band%2Bkrew%2B077%2Bcolor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 252px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566603788183839234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/TUCMpvgKogI/AAAAAAAABOg/pjjwwOYNwDw/s400/lucy%2B2%2Band%2Bkrew%2B077%2Bcolor.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/TUCM-f5Z-AI/AAAAAAAABOw/7W_9QY2fIvs/s1600/lucy%2B2%2Band%2Bkrew%2B135%2Bcolor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566604144771987458" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/TUCM-f5Z-AI/AAAAAAAABOw/7W_9QY2fIvs/s400/lucy%2B2%2Band%2Bkrew%2B135%2Bcolor.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/TUCM0uhPdjI/AAAAAAAABOo/llMeVcrpBYw/s1600/lucy%2B2%2Band%2Bkrew%2B134%2Bcolor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566603976898475570" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/TUCM0uhPdjI/AAAAAAAABOo/llMeVcrpBYw/s400/lucy%2B2%2Band%2Bkrew%2B134%2Bcolor.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Krew's&lt;/span&gt; 1st birthday... &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 198px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566599569305437330" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/TUCI0K9LBJI/AAAAAAAABOA/eA7Pa_MeBic/s400/cake%2Bcollage.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We planned on doing a birthday party for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Krew&lt;/span&gt; the day we got home from Utah on 10-10-10, however our plans were scrapped when Zane went into the hospital. So, we did not celebrate his birthday until the end of the month. He shared his birthday with Aunt Janette. We had a big family breakfast with lots of fruit and sausage for the little guy. Our traditional doughnuts don't work for him. He 0pened gifts and even had a cupcake made without egg and milk. It was yummy.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566602278804932146" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/TUCLR4oMRjI/AAAAAAAABOY/XXR7foFGaUo/s400/IMG_3509.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566602103656660098" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/TUCLHsJlvII/AAAAAAAABOQ/NowuJlQyq_c/s400/IMG_3475.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566598399411681522" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/TUCHwEww-PI/AAAAAAAABNo/KyXPJ5kqjxY/s400/IMG_3489.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566601406525126562" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/TUCKfHIet6I/AAAAAAAABOI/FyADqLY81qM/s400/1%2Bcolor%2BK.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Krew&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This year has gone by so fast. I have enjoyed cuddling and snuggling you as long as I can. You love to sleep next to me and you are a big time mommas boy. At times, I get a little frustrated with it, however, most of the time I love it. You are a smart little guy and are into everything. You always try to do what the big kids do and you are just as big as the rest of them. You are my sweet angel and I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy Birthday &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Krewbie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;You &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Silly Boy....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566634113415128498" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/TUCoO5yuJbI/AAAAAAAABPA/DyOa4QEJy1Q/s400/IMG_3558.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566598039953463730" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/TUCHbJrP2bI/AAAAAAAABNg/6__rZcozQVY/s400/IMG_3559.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I have no idea why, but ever since &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Krew&lt;/span&gt; was able to crawl he loves to put shoes on his hands. He loves to play with shoes. He will find any pair of shoes and put them on his hands and walk around.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Halloween 2010...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 286px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566595884887533058" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/TUCFdtbfZgI/AAAAAAAABNI/OYyD_Z0oGGY/s400/Collages2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Halloween this year was pretty crazy. Zane was just finishing up his treatment and I started working at Costco that week. So, I was unable to go trick-or-treating with the kiddos. Thus, we have no pictures of the kids dressed up. Emilee was a dancer, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Garrit&lt;/span&gt; was Indiana Jones, Zane was Jedi, and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Krew&lt;/span&gt; was a fighter pilot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy Birthday Junior!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We went up to Utah for Thanksgiving and while we were there we celebrated &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Junior's&lt;/span&gt; birthday. We order dinner from Wingers and had dinner, gifts, and cake at home. Just the way Dad wanted it to be. He loves things simple and doesn't like people to make a big deal out of him. However, he loves to make big deals out of everyone else birthday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy Birthday My Love!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566593766843935730" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/TUCDibGi6_I/AAAAAAAABMw/K2flQmWIPgk/s400/IMG_3579.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566593919055238066" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/TUCDrSIjE7I/AAAAAAAABM4/sHJdyhnxGIA/s400/IMG_3587.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Merry Christmas 2010.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We had such a great Christmas. On Christmas Eve we went over to Janette's house and had the yummiest dinner. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Symen&lt;/span&gt; had put together a Mexican dinner that was to die for. I can't wait to do it again. We played games and ate. We brought the kiddos home, and they found a gift from the elves on the front porch.  SUPRISE, it was... pajamas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Christmas morning it was just the 6 of us, something we have not done since Emilee was a baby. We opened gifts and played with toys all morning. Emilee got girl stuff, clothes, wallet, jewelry. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Garrit&lt;/span&gt; and Zane both got wiggle cars, books and toys. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Krew&lt;/span&gt; got cars and fruit snacks. We enjoyed a Christmas dinner at Grandma Becky's. The kids all got movie cups, popcorn shirts, and movie passes. The fun did not end there. Grandma and Grandpa &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;VanderLinden&lt;/span&gt; came over Christmas night and the kids got all kinds of fun toys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was so wonderful spend this time of year with the family. The Lord has blessed me with such a great family.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566586076332176658" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/TUB8ixtqNRI/AAAAAAAABMg/SCdfiNzPomg/s400/IMG_3610.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/TUB8BmWdYaI/AAAAAAAABMQ/2TsIKBniFJg/s1600/IMG_3605.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566585506346394018" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/TUB8BmWdYaI/AAAAAAAABMQ/2TsIKBniFJg/s400/IMG_3605.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566584484415139362" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/TUB7GHXD7iI/AAAAAAAABMI/_DT3Q4NiIB4/s400/IMG_3598.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Shhhhhhhhhh&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SLEEPING KIDS... believe it or not this was all in the same night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/TUB4VVPj2jI/AAAAAAAABMA/BEUJGGlVH50/s1600/IMG_3592.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566581447304927794" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/TUB4VVPj2jI/AAAAAAAABMA/BEUJGGlVH50/s400/IMG_3592.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/TUB4LKKQ6OI/AAAAAAAABL4/S7Ch0J1RLxI/s1600/IMG_3596.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566581272531232994" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/TUB4LKKQ6OI/AAAAAAAABL4/S7Ch0J1RLxI/s400/IMG_3596.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;You never know what you are going to find... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When you have boys. One day lazy Saturday the boys decided that they were going to catch a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;leper con&lt;/span&gt;. The best part about it, was that Emilee really got into it and would set the trap leaving little toys or goodies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/TUB3UFRTMZI/AAAAAAAABLw/t_GxS9SMOC4/s1600/IMG_3741.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566580326325760402" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/TUB3UFRTMZI/AAAAAAAABLw/t_GxS9SMOC4/s400/IMG_3741.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Andrew and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Makenzie's&lt;/span&gt; wedding.... &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566577161163216818" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/TUB0b2Hvl7I/AAAAAAAABLg/EDz76EZF50w/s400/IMG_3625.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Zane is convinced that Andrew is his brother. He loves Andrew so much. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Every time&lt;/span&gt; Andrew is around, Zane is always by his side. Zane was the ring bearer for the wedding. He was the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;cutest&lt;/span&gt; thing ever and did a great job.&lt;br /&gt;The wedding was beautiful. Watching the two of them reminded me so much of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Symen&lt;/span&gt; and I when we got married. So young, so in love, the world was ours. The day we got married I thought love didn't get any better.  I love &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Symen&lt;/span&gt; so much &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;deeper&lt;/span&gt; and stronger now and I know it will &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;continue&lt;/span&gt; to grow the older we get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566578726366356914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/TUB1289QJbI/AAAAAAAABLo/iXYGf_h05Tk/s400/IMG_3658.JPG" /&gt;It is hard to believe that my sister is a mother-in-law!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She looked great, she is one hot mother-in-law. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006249745030816230-982803691985207014?l=thevanderlindens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/feeds/982803691985207014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006249745030816230&amp;postID=982803691985207014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/982803691985207014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/982803691985207014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-will-try-this-again.html' title='I will try this again...'/><author><name>Jen VanderLinden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02949861449085548370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SKrbLaz2YiI/AAAAAAAAAKg/VQ-p7QoGkns/S220/IMG_3647.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/TUCNG4XGxNI/AAAAAAAABO4/cRIN6cp-aaE/s72-c/lucy%2B2%2Band%2Bkrew%2B207%2Bcolor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006249745030816230.post-2077649960794485655</id><published>2010-11-14T20:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T15:07:12.034-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holly Cow.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Part One..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have no idea where to even start. October had to be the CRAZIEST month of my life. It has taken me 2 weeks of November to get back on my feet. I keep putting off the blog, however, the blog fairy has not stopped by yet. So, that leaves me to do it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So Here I Go....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;September 28th...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Janette came home from Iraq. What a great day. Her flight was delayed and delayed again. It was like waiting to go into labour. You know it going to happen, you just don't know when. All the families gathered at the National Guard hanger at Sky Harbor. They opened the big hanger doors and the troops came in lined up in formation. Some big wigs said something. Really who cares, just release the soldiers. It has been great having her home. I forget half the time that I can call her anytime I need to. I missed her so much, so glad that is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;September 29th...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Krew starts walking. He had been taking a lot of steps, however, he never took more then one or two. I keep saying, "he is going to wait until Janette gets home." And sure enough, he did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;October 1st...&lt;br /&gt;The start of Fall Break. Symen and I thought it would be a great time to take the kiddos to Disneyland. So, we load up the kiddos and off we went to meet Grandpa Symen and Granny in California. We spent 2 full days in Disneyland and we had a BLAST!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/TOC7E4pRLHI/AAAAAAAABI8/T3zUkya5bo8/s1600/IMG_3355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 214px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539633234265058418" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/TOC7E4pRLHI/AAAAAAAABI8/T3zUkya5bo8/s320/IMG_3355.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/TODBlrkillI/AAAAAAAABKE/267CAFqLeSM/s1600/IMG_2742.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539640394761016914" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/TODBlrkillI/AAAAAAAABKE/267CAFqLeSM/s320/IMG_2742.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/TOC6pqjkyfI/AAAAAAAABI0/NOAKgJsSKK4/s1600/IMG_2762.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539632766626613746" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/TOC6pqjkyfI/AAAAAAAABI0/NOAKgJsSKK4/s200/IMG_2762.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Going during October is so fun, it is all decked out in Halloween. My sister would love it, her two favorite things Disney and Halloween.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/TODAPSIE1AI/AAAAAAAABJc/DVv7ATgDFno/s1600/IMG_3390.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539638910461989890" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/TODAPSIE1AI/AAAAAAAABJc/DVv7ATgDFno/s320/IMG_3390.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/TODAXB7lh-I/AAAAAAAABJk/XfE5UGmOTQg/s1600/IMG_3411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539639043553593314" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/TODAXB7lh-I/AAAAAAAABJk/XfE5UGmOTQg/s320/IMG_3411.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/TODAuAHB1LI/AAAAAAAABJ8/6Lv4noA6BIs/s1600/IMG_3454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539639438201705650" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/TODAuAHB1LI/AAAAAAAABJ8/6Lv4noA6BIs/s320/IMG_3454.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/TODAf6tYoiI/AAAAAAAABJs/8TtkgjQfPkI/s1600/IMG_3415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539639196233802274" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/TODAf6tYoiI/AAAAAAAABJs/8TtkgjQfPkI/s320/IMG_3415.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/TODAnI5Kw1I/AAAAAAAABJ0/ZjvRkjZ8PD0/s1600/IMG_3453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539639320300405586" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/TODAnI5Kw1I/AAAAAAAABJ0/ZjvRkjZ8PD0/s320/IMG_3453.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We spent the first day in Disneyland. We did it all. It was great, Zane was exactly 40 inches. So he was able to go on all the rides, except Indiana Jones. The kids loved the railroad roller coaster, honestly it made kinda sick. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/TOC_FJJRzhI/AAAAAAAABJM/jcMpBxayjQY/s1600/IMG_3364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539637636740795922" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/TOC_FJJRzhI/AAAAAAAABJM/jcMpBxayjQY/s320/IMG_3364.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But I did it. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/TOC-8341PYI/AAAAAAAABJE/csaEJDJo1k0/s1600/IMG_3354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539637494669458818" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/TOC-8341PYI/AAAAAAAABJE/csaEJDJo1k0/s320/IMG_3354.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Zane thought that space mountain was a little scary, but he did it! It was great we got there when the park opened, went on all the big rides before lunch, had a picinc lunch, and was back riding rides. Grandpa had us on a schedule for rides. He would go and get fast passes for us while we were on one ride, then send us off to another when we got off. It was great. The weather was prefect. On the second day it rained a &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/TODAG4nRMjI/AAAAAAAABJU/RLnRYwRjntE/s1600/IMG_3387.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539638766174548530" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/TODAG4nRMjI/AAAAAAAABJU/RLnRYwRjntE/s320/IMG_3387.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;little, not enough to stop us though. My favorite part, was the pineapple float. Pineapple soft sever with pineapple juice. YUMMY!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We spent day two in Califorina. I keep telling Symen, Grandpa, and Granny how fun Toy Story is. We had to do it first, and of course it was closed. Emilee LOVED Screamin California, I think she went on it 4 times. I got to go on Soaring California this time, that was a cool ride. We had so much fun. Little Krew was such a tropper. He just went along for the ride. The kids want to do it again next year. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006249745030816230-2077649960794485655?l=thevanderlindens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/feeds/2077649960794485655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006249745030816230&amp;postID=2077649960794485655' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/2077649960794485655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/2077649960794485655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/2010/11/holly-cow.html' title='Holly Cow.....'/><author><name>Jen VanderLinden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02949861449085548370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SKrbLaz2YiI/AAAAAAAAAKg/VQ-p7QoGkns/S220/IMG_3647.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/TOC7E4pRLHI/AAAAAAAABI8/T3zUkya5bo8/s72-c/IMG_3355.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006249745030816230.post-5181216849112944738</id><published>2010-09-20T19:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T20:08:19.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>11 Months....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/TJgfod2pzlI/AAAAAAAABII/WZClMaCKO5c/s1600/IMG_3308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519196123411631698" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/TJgfod2pzlI/AAAAAAAABII/WZClMaCKO5c/s400/IMG_3308.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  I am 11 months now and driving the car to take my parents to crazy town.  I love to get into everything.  I like to climb on top of cabinets to get to the computer.  If I see something I want, I will do what every I need to do to get it.  I am a great climber and I have learned to the fine art of throwing a fit.  I can scream with the best of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am refusing to walk, I can stand all by myself just fine.  However, I don't want to walk because I can get there so much faster crawling.  My mom is hoping that I start walking in the next couple of weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am a happy little guy, as long as I get what I want.  All is well and I am looking to my first birthday next month.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Talk to you later,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Krew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006249745030816230-5181216849112944738?l=thevanderlindens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/feeds/5181216849112944738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006249745030816230&amp;postID=5181216849112944738' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/5181216849112944738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/5181216849112944738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/2010/09/11-months.html' title='11 Months....'/><author><name>Jen VanderLinden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02949861449085548370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SKrbLaz2YiI/AAAAAAAAAKg/VQ-p7QoGkns/S220/IMG_3647.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/TJgfod2pzlI/AAAAAAAABII/WZClMaCKO5c/s72-c/IMG_3308.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006249745030816230.post-716731915976990386</id><published>2010-09-19T21:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T21:39:06.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock Candy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The kiddos and I like to make something fun each weekend. Last week we made Rock Candy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/TJbjmOcIcLI/AAAAAAAABHo/tF-DObRRVIA/s1600/IMG_3305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518848639239745714" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/TJbjmOcIcLI/AAAAAAAABHo/tF-DObRRVIA/s320/IMG_3305.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. We boiled the sugar and water. We added food coloring and flavoring.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/TJbj9AniJ7I/AAAAAAAABHw/MrDJEwNum6U/s1600/IMG_3306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518849030666463154" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/TJbj9AniJ7I/AAAAAAAABHw/MrDJEwNum6U/s320/IMG_3306.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. We poured them into jars and placed a pipe cleaner attached to popsicle stick in each flavor. We made 5 different flavors. Cherry, Lime, Raspberry, Orange, and Strawberry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/TJbkQFJpsWI/AAAAAAAABH4/Xwb4ckDXFbE/s1600/IMG_3313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518849358300819810" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/TJbkQFJpsWI/AAAAAAAABH4/Xwb4ckDXFbE/s320/IMG_3313.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3. After letting them sit for 4 days, we had rock candy.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/TJbk37IhmII/AAAAAAAABIA/guKcbpY5Wqw/s1600/IMG_3348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518850042806507650" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/TJbk37IhmII/AAAAAAAABIA/guKcbpY5Wqw/s320/IMG_3348.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was a fun project, however, I don't know what I thinking letting the kids eat pure sugar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006249745030816230-716731915976990386?l=thevanderlindens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/feeds/716731915976990386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006249745030816230&amp;postID=716731915976990386' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/716731915976990386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/716731915976990386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/2010/09/rock-candy.html' title='Rock Candy...'/><author><name>Jen VanderLinden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02949861449085548370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SKrbLaz2YiI/AAAAAAAAAKg/VQ-p7QoGkns/S220/IMG_3647.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/TJbjmOcIcLI/AAAAAAAABHo/tF-DObRRVIA/s72-c/IMG_3305.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006249745030816230.post-221937924160720487</id><published>2010-09-19T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T21:21:41.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What to eat...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/TJbgvINp1ZI/AAAAAAAABHg/diHDgO2GEzM/s1600/IMG_3289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518845493652346258" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/TJbgvINp1ZI/AAAAAAAABHg/diHDgO2GEzM/s400/IMG_3289.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So after a couple rounds of allergy testing Krew is allergic to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Peanuts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Milk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eggs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Potatoes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Chicken&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So right now, the kid is eating a lot of hot dogs, fruit, veggies, and lunch meat.  And, I thought that PKU was hard to adjust to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006249745030816230-221937924160720487?l=thevanderlindens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/feeds/221937924160720487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006249745030816230&amp;postID=221937924160720487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/221937924160720487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/221937924160720487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/2010/09/what-to-eat.html' title='What to eat...'/><author><name>Jen VanderLinden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02949861449085548370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SKrbLaz2YiI/AAAAAAAAAKg/VQ-p7QoGkns/S220/IMG_3647.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/TJbgvINp1ZI/AAAAAAAABHg/diHDgO2GEzM/s72-c/IMG_3289.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006249745030816230.post-4497157661830842883</id><published>2010-09-19T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T21:17:15.644-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom's little helper</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/TJbfov2BBJI/AAAAAAAABHY/vrvIY2rekSQ/s1600/IMG_3284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518844284519908498" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/TJbfov2BBJI/AAAAAAAABHY/vrvIY2rekSQ/s400/IMG_3284.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I decided to take on the task of defrosting the frezzer. And with &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;EVERTHING&lt;/span&gt; I do, Krew is right in the middle of it.  He loved playing in the water and trying pick up the little pieces of ice.  It took me a little longer then it should have, however, he had fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006249745030816230-4497157661830842883?l=thevanderlindens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/feeds/4497157661830842883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006249745030816230&amp;postID=4497157661830842883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/4497157661830842883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/4497157661830842883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/2010/09/moms-little-helper.html' title='Mom&apos;s little helper'/><author><name>Jen VanderLinden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02949861449085548370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SKrbLaz2YiI/AAAAAAAAAKg/VQ-p7QoGkns/S220/IMG_3647.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/TJbfov2BBJI/AAAAAAAABHY/vrvIY2rekSQ/s72-c/IMG_3284.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006249745030816230.post-3004275953316007626</id><published>2010-09-19T21:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T21:12:28.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Night Lights.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/TJbeZSEFGhI/AAAAAAAABHQ/WLPIFpD0Hhk/s1600/IMG_3272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518842919316167186" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/TJbeZSEFGhI/AAAAAAAABHQ/WLPIFpD0Hhk/s400/IMG_3272.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Brett is a Senior this year and is playing on the varsity team at Red Mountain. The first game of the season was amazing. The were behind at half time, but they &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;rallied&lt;/span&gt; and won in the last few minutes of the game.  So far, they are &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;undefeated&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/TJbeC94sq-I/AAAAAAAABHI/8GB88ZmZOmo/s1600/IMG_3268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518842535942597602" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/TJbeC94sq-I/AAAAAAAABHI/8GB88ZmZOmo/s400/IMG_3268.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mom and I go to the games on Friday night.  We have such a good time.  I can't wait until Janette can join in on Fiday Night Lights.&lt;br /&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/3006249745030816230-3004275953316007626?l=thevanderlindens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/feeds/3004275953316007626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006249745030816230&amp;postID=3004275953316007626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/3004275953316007626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/3004275953316007626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/2010/09/friday-night-lights.html' title='Friday Night Lights.'/><author><name>Jen VanderLinden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02949861449085548370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SKrbLaz2YiI/AAAAAAAAAKg/VQ-p7QoGkns/S220/IMG_3647.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/TJbeZSEFGhI/AAAAAAAABHQ/WLPIFpD0Hhk/s72-c/IMG_3272.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006249745030816230.post-4328568195694568813</id><published>2010-08-22T10:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T10:12:12.118-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two peas in a pod...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/THFaSaQrhvI/AAAAAAAABG4/DGsoe8QHmng/s1600/Desktop2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508283091584255730" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/THFaSaQrhvI/AAAAAAAABG4/DGsoe8QHmng/s400/Desktop2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006249745030816230-4328568195694568813?l=thevanderlindens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/feeds/4328568195694568813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006249745030816230&amp;postID=4328568195694568813' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/4328568195694568813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/4328568195694568813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/2010/08/two-peas-in-pod.html' title='Two peas in a pod...'/><author><name>Jen VanderLinden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02949861449085548370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SKrbLaz2YiI/AAAAAAAAAKg/VQ-p7QoGkns/S220/IMG_3647.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/THFaSaQrhvI/AAAAAAAABG4/DGsoe8QHmng/s72-c/Desktop2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006249745030816230.post-1266387841818707424</id><published>2010-08-22T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T10:40:55.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Camping...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/THFZLa4R1yI/AAAAAAAABGw/TuBifoc8qCQ/s1600/Camping+Aug2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508281871979632418" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/THFZLa4R1yI/AAAAAAAABGw/TuBifoc8qCQ/s400/Camping+Aug2010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Symen, Jim, and Grandpa took the kiddos camping last weekend. They went up to Forest Lakes area. They rode quads, played in the dirt, and sat by the campfire. And, what camping trip is not complete without s'mores. The kids had a blast and are looking forward to the next trip. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I stayed home with Krew and we cleaned house and did a little shopping. It was very quiet around here and I missed my family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006249745030816230-1266387841818707424?l=thevanderlindens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/feeds/1266387841818707424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006249745030816230&amp;postID=1266387841818707424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/1266387841818707424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/1266387841818707424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/2010/08/camping.html' title='Camping...'/><author><name>Jen VanderLinden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02949861449085548370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SKrbLaz2YiI/AAAAAAAAAKg/VQ-p7QoGkns/S220/IMG_3647.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/THFZLa4R1yI/AAAAAAAABGw/TuBifoc8qCQ/s72-c/Camping+Aug2010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006249745030816230.post-8752631101991346319</id><published>2010-08-22T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T09:44:47.929-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let the schooling begin...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/THFSzz-29qI/AAAAAAAABGo/tYcnRspqkDM/s1600/IMG_3226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 267px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508274869331490466" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/THFSzz-29qI/AAAAAAAABGo/tYcnRspqkDM/s400/IMG_3226.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/THFShnaHVPI/AAAAAAAABGg/p341uevWRMo/s1600/IMG_3227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 267px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508274556718503154" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/THFShnaHVPI/AAAAAAAABGg/p341uevWRMo/s400/IMG_3227.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Zane has started preschool this year. He was so excited!! The older kids started before him, so everyday I would hear "Mom, do I go to school today?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On his first day he ran into class and said "see you later Mom." He is doing very well. His teacher says he is very friendly, shares well, and is a smart little guy. He is loving school, however, I already miss my Zaner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006249745030816230-8752631101991346319?l=thevanderlindens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/feeds/8752631101991346319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006249745030816230&amp;postID=8752631101991346319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/8752631101991346319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/8752631101991346319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/2010/08/let-schooling-begin.html' title='Let the schooling begin...'/><author><name>Jen VanderLinden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02949861449085548370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SKrbLaz2YiI/AAAAAAAAAKg/VQ-p7QoGkns/S220/IMG_3647.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/THFSzz-29qI/AAAAAAAABGo/tYcnRspqkDM/s72-c/IMG_3226.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006249745030816230.post-4221053509154388878</id><published>2010-08-22T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T09:36:34.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Garrit's new trick...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/THFR7H6qDmI/AAAAAAAABGY/AT8g-efuA2c/s1600/IMG_3239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 214px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508273895430032994" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/THFR7H6qDmI/AAAAAAAABGY/AT8g-efuA2c/s320/IMG_3239.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/THFQ7deAzLI/AAAAAAAABGI/B69U8_sum1E/s1600/IMG_3236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508272801703840946" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/THFQ7deAzLI/AAAAAAAABGI/B69U8_sum1E/s320/IMG_3236.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Garrit has been practing and has learned how to tie his own shoes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006249745030816230-4221053509154388878?l=thevanderlindens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/feeds/4221053509154388878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006249745030816230&amp;postID=4221053509154388878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/4221053509154388878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/4221053509154388878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/2010/08/garrits-new-trick.html' title='Garrit&apos;s new trick...'/><author><name>Jen VanderLinden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02949861449085548370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SKrbLaz2YiI/AAAAAAAAAKg/VQ-p7QoGkns/S220/IMG_3647.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/THFR7H6qDmI/AAAAAAAABGY/AT8g-efuA2c/s72-c/IMG_3239.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006249745030816230.post-6582917486544705165</id><published>2010-08-22T08:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T10:41:52.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Months...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/THFEmXcQWdI/AAAAAAAABGA/AtaWVjl-UTQ/s1600/IMG_3232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508259245169072594" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/THFEmXcQWdI/AAAAAAAABGA/AtaWVjl-UTQ/s400/IMG_3232.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here I am at 10 months. I am in to everything. My favorite is my mom's bathroom drawer. I love to dump everything out and eat the q-tips. I am quick on my crawling and pulling myself up on everything. I love to talk. I can say, dad, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Garrit&lt;/span&gt;, and NO-NO. I am a copy cat. If someone is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;clapping&lt;/span&gt;, dancing, or &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;laughing&lt;/span&gt; I am trying to do it too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This month my mom and dad found out the hard way that I am allergic to peanuts. After some testing I am allergic to eggs, milk, and peanuts. We are having a hard time adjusting my diet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And as of August 20&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, I have taken my first 2 steps. Another couple of weeks and I will be walking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Life is good as always. I am happy, healthy, and very loved.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Until next month.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Krew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006249745030816230-6582917486544705165?l=thevanderlindens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/feeds/6582917486544705165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006249745030816230&amp;postID=6582917486544705165' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/6582917486544705165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/6582917486544705165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/2010/08/10-months.html' title='10 Months...'/><author><name>Jen VanderLinden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02949861449085548370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SKrbLaz2YiI/AAAAAAAAAKg/VQ-p7QoGkns/S220/IMG_3647.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/THFEmXcQWdI/AAAAAAAABGA/AtaWVjl-UTQ/s72-c/IMG_3232.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006249745030816230.post-8669696876941953154</id><published>2010-08-09T12:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T12:19:11.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Backin up a bit...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This summer &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Garrit&lt;/span&gt; and Zane went to swim lessons. I LOVED their teacher, Ms. Shelly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On the first day, all &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Garrit&lt;/span&gt; would say is "Mom, I know how to swim."  The poor kid went kicking and screaming.  After the 3rd day he was all good and he is now swimming like a fish.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503489671886612002" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/TGBSsqXVJiI/AAAAAAAABF4/RjBTzxKxIgM/s400/IMG_2710.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503489361474603426" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/TGBSal_VyaI/AAAAAAAABFw/jIg4jlJOZqY/s400/IMG_2695.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Zane on the other hand was very excited to go to swim lessons.  However, after the first day he was not wanting to go back.  On the second day he did not want to take off his shirt or flip-flops, so he got put in the pool with it all on.  He learned his lesson and enjoy the next 2 weeks of lessons.  Zane has the ability to swim, however, he is working on his self-confidence.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006249745030816230-8669696876941953154?l=thevanderlindens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/feeds/8669696876941953154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006249745030816230&amp;postID=8669696876941953154' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/8669696876941953154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/8669696876941953154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/2010/08/backin-up-bit.html' title='Backin up a bit...'/><author><name>Jen VanderLinden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02949861449085548370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SKrbLaz2YiI/AAAAAAAAAKg/VQ-p7QoGkns/S220/IMG_3647.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/TGBSsqXVJiI/AAAAAAAABF4/RjBTzxKxIgM/s72-c/IMG_2710.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006249745030816230.post-3578308631933886122</id><published>2010-08-03T07:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T12:07:47.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to School!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes, it is that time of year again. Back to school. The kids were so excited and ready to go. Ok, maybe that was me. Emilee and Garrit are looking forward to staying in the same school all year. Not like last year with 3 different schools in 3 different states.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/TFgxj4SWtWI/AAAAAAAABFo/tl0bpGsJ4zE/s1600/IMG_3174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501201437307614562" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/TFgxj4SWtWI/AAAAAAAABFo/tl0bpGsJ4zE/s400/IMG_3174.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Garrit is going into the 1st grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/TFgxUPBIkrI/AAAAAAAABFg/Zv3rh90kB04/s1600/IMG_3171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501201168531493554" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/TFgxUPBIkrI/AAAAAAAABFg/Zv3rh90kB04/s400/IMG_3171.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Emilee is going into 3rd grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501200821628357170" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/TFgxACs-yjI/AAAAAAAABFY/rKjNRbmy-gU/s400/IMG_3166.JPG" /&gt; Emma is going into 5th grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501199228490122114" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/TFgvjTzOg4I/AAAAAAAABFI/ORjebRbcfCs/s400/IMG_3169.JPG" /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501200340764457810" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/TFgwkDWF-1I/AAAAAAAABFQ/jLJg3vtBWD4/s400/IMG_3173.JPG" /&gt; We are all looking forward to a great school year!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006249745030816230-3578308631933886122?l=thevanderlindens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/feeds/3578308631933886122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006249745030816230&amp;postID=3578308631933886122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/3578308631933886122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/3578308631933886122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/2010/08/back-to-school.html' title='Back to School!!!'/><author><name>Jen VanderLinden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02949861449085548370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SKrbLaz2YiI/AAAAAAAAAKg/VQ-p7QoGkns/S220/IMG_3647.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/TFgxj4SWtWI/AAAAAAAABFo/tl0bpGsJ4zE/s72-c/IMG_3174.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006249745030816230.post-3224028097337329596</id><published>2010-07-10T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T10:19:32.557-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where to start...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;It has been a crazy month here at the VanNelson household. With all that is going on my blog has been put on the back burner. So, sit down (you might want to get a snack or drink) relax, and catch up with us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;9 months...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492423925724831410" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/TDkCddivXrI/AAAAAAAABEo/O-j6JUGBu9Q/s400/IMG_0602.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Another month has gone by. I am walking my way around everything I can. I am also starting to stand by myself. I eat all the time. And just because I am a "baby" that doesn't mean I don't know when you are eating. If you are eating and I am not. That's a problem for you and me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;I am such a happy little guy. I am always smiling and laughing. I love to play with my brothers and the girls take good care of me. What more can a guy ask for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;We will see what next month has in store for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Krew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;4th of July!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;We packed up the family and headed down to Sierra Vista, were Tyson and Robin live. We had a lot of fun. The kids love to play together. We made smores. I have to be honest, wood, a liter, gasoline, and 3 males. I don't think Mr. Safety would approve of this. However, they got the fire started with out the gas. Zane tried out some new shoes. I don't think red is his color.&lt;br /&gt;We swam, played at the park and watched fire works. While the dad's took the kiddos to fire works Robin and I got a chance to sit and chat. I have such a wonderful sister-in-law. It was a good old fashion American 4th of July. Family, food, and fireworks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492421277075513698" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/TDkADSjiIWI/AAAAAAAABEA/_D8uXtxZlT0/s400/Blog+Update1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/TDkBoclvYYI/AAAAAAAABEg/VKEbtpFrwLA/s1600/IMG_3103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492423014935912834" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/TDkBoclvYYI/AAAAAAAABEg/VKEbtpFrwLA/s320/IMG_3103.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/TDkBEsZeDnI/AAAAAAAABEY/aWD8kUDZDYU/s1600/IMG_3063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492422400704122482" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/TDkBEsZeDnI/AAAAAAAABEY/aWD8kUDZDYU/s320/IMG_3063.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/TDkAvel2LKI/AAAAAAAABEQ/v0wtj_whrK4/s1600/IMG_3016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492422036220685474" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/TDkAvel2LKI/AAAAAAAABEQ/v0wtj_whrK4/s320/IMG_3016.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/TDkAYdlV39I/AAAAAAAABEI/5RiA526qlcA/s1600/IMG_3012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492421640813141970" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/TDkAYdlV39I/AAAAAAAABEI/5RiA526qlcA/s320/IMG_3012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Wrestling with Dad...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;The kids love when Dad does Steamroller!! They all lay on the bed and Symen tells them a nice soft story about sticks on the beach or in this case dead snakes in the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/TDj-BwmZI-I/AAAAAAAABDw/-Fok86kjXHM/s1600/IMG_2920.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492419051757577186" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/TDj-BwmZI-I/AAAAAAAABDw/-Fok86kjXHM/s320/IMG_2920.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Then all of a sudden, as steamroller comes by. And he rolls over them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/TDj-WzUA6NI/AAAAAAAABD4/s24PlNiV6hI/s1600/IMG_2924.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492419413263050962" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/TDj-WzUA6NI/AAAAAAAABD4/s24PlNiV6hI/s320/IMG_2924.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Army man... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;At a birthday party the kids received army paint. Zane and Garrit had fun with it. Now my sister wants to get the boys the real stuff. (No thank you, Janette)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492418011644242258" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/TDj9FN4DKVI/AAAAAAAABDg/C0ZMOg1YUrc/s320/IMG_0582.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Zane's Army face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492418267622426962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/TDj9UHeASVI/AAAAAAAABDo/7TnE7MPXimQ/s320/IMG_0584.JPG" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Janette came home for R&amp;amp;R...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Janette has been in Iraq for almost 9 months, she left 5 days before Krew was born. She came home for 14 days on R&amp;amp;R. When I hugged her, I could not let go. It was so amazing having her home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-d5446652660c69d6" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd5446652660c69d6%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331354614%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2B7713596579752E582D8C6B2DEB5777C8CB54C5.4D6C29D19B6C7CD0160A54CC16AC64C0A62715E0%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd5446652660c69d6%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D82lImfhe2qmT-6rHXlNcLZyY_AI&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd5446652660c69d6%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331354614%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2B7713596579752E582D8C6B2DEB5777C8CB54C5.4D6C29D19B6C7CD0160A54CC16AC64C0A62715E0%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd5446652660c69d6%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D82lImfhe2qmT-6rHXlNcLZyY_AI&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492411570579574946" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/TDj3OTCkEKI/AAAAAAAABDQ/A24zA-LQlkY/s400/Blog+Update.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;We had a ton of fun while she was home. We went to a Cubs game. It was amazing, it had everything you need at a game. Hot dogs, popcorn, Mom almost getting hit by a home run ball, and a good old fashion fan fight. You would have thought your were in Chicago there was more Cub fans the Diamondback fans. It was great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/TDj2UL_3VAI/AAAAAAAABC4/cwaH0Gu2vHU/s1600/IMG_0726.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492410572256793602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/TDj2UL_3VAI/AAAAAAAABC4/cwaH0Gu2vHU/s320/IMG_0726.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/TDj204OaATI/AAAAAAAABDI/GSXQ-wCQz5A/s1600/IMG_0721.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492411133884760370" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/TDj204OaATI/AAAAAAAABDI/GSXQ-wCQz5A/s320/IMG_0721.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/TDj2lfpS5VI/AAAAAAAABDA/dq_5Ouvml3g/s1600/IMG_0722.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492410869588616530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/TDj2lfpS5VI/AAAAAAAABDA/dq_5Ouvml3g/s320/IMG_0722.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/TDj1tH6J5bI/AAAAAAAABCo/Y1yik7f62wA/s1600/IMG_0708.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492409901144204722" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/TDj1tH6J5bI/AAAAAAAABCo/Y1yik7f62wA/s320/IMG_0708.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492414638087390258" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/TDj6A2ZaxDI/AAAAAAAABDY/0Hg4ZkGt_is/s320/IMG_0733.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;And the Cubbies won!! As my sister said on Facebook, this picture says it all. Even the crazy guy holding the flag, he was the one that started the fight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/TDj1JUDHPYI/AAAAAAAABCY/bwB33PbDpHs/s1600/IMG_0699.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492409285927714178" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/TDj1JUDHPYI/AAAAAAAABCY/bwB33PbDpHs/s320/IMG_0699.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/TDj1Zs0nrdI/AAAAAAAABCg/qgtjm7mWmB8/s1600/IMG_0701.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492409567455718866" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/TDj1Zs0nrdI/AAAAAAAABCg/qgtjm7mWmB8/s320/IMG_0701.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;We went and saw Eclipse. Janette has been reading the books while in Iraq, so to go see it with her was really fun. The movie was great. It ran pretty close to the book. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/TDj05pIwzYI/AAAAAAAABCQ/f8hmgywekcg/s1600/IMG_0552.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492409016710647170" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/TDj05pIwzYI/AAAAAAAABCQ/f8hmgywekcg/s320/IMG_0552.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;She spent time teaching Jake the Rubik cube. Janette and I also did a puzzle. When we are in the nursing home together, that is what we will&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;be doing&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/TDj0VO2ohjI/AAAAAAAABCI/wwspCal7w4w/s1600/IMG_0544.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492408391179994674" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/TDj0VO2ohjI/AAAAAAAABCI/wwspCal7w4w/s320/IMG_0544.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;We ate and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;ate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/TDj0EwO3dyI/AAAAAAAABCA/EqRsbNS16ps/s1600/IMG_0543.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492408108082231074" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/TDj0EwO3dyI/AAAAAAAABCA/EqRsbNS16ps/s400/IMG_0543.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;The best was Janette reading with Zane. For his birthday he got &lt;em&gt;How does a dinosaur say I love you&lt;/em&gt;. We read it every night, so he has it memorized. He has been telling Janette about since February. So the first morning she was home Zane got his books.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Zane loves Janette. When we were at the airport waiting for her bag. Zane held tight to her leg&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The tooth fairy stop by...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Garrit lost his first tooth. It was getting pretty wiggly, however, the kid would not let me touch it. After, eating his hot dog on a stick he noticed his tooth fell out. My first thoughts were "Crud" but luckily the tooth was lying right on the table. He was so excited. I love his face in this picture&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492404280746611810" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/TDjwl-S8lGI/AAAAAAAABBo/ip3OKeXUnww/s320/IMG_0692.JPG" /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492404596967412258" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/TDjw4YT3EiI/AAAAAAAABBw/ZGG6QAtLKRg/s320/IMG_0693.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;SMILE!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The only thing to do in AZ during the summer...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Swim! We have been spending a ton of time out in the pool. Garrit and Zane took lessons this year and they are both swimming. The kiddos are so tan it is just crazy talk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/TDjs_sjkNVI/AAAAAAAABBg/peASB1dumF0/s1600/IMG_0404.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492400324614567250" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/TDjs_sjkNVI/AAAAAAAABBg/peASB1dumF0/s320/IMG_0404.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/TDjrw1Qu3aI/AAAAAAAABBA/gKBuLAz66oU/s1600/IMG_0360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492398969741827490" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/TDjrw1Qu3aI/AAAAAAAABBA/gKBuLAz66oU/s320/IMG_0360.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/TDjr8eHPgFI/AAAAAAAABBI/hIes9QONmIM/s1600/IMG_0397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492399169686437970" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/TDjr8eHPgFI/AAAAAAAABBI/hIes9QONmIM/s320/IMG_0397.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/TDjsJ4qg_SI/AAAAAAAABBQ/JxLBWoi1aNA/s1600/IMG_0398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492399400152005922" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/TDjsJ4qg_SI/AAAAAAAABBQ/JxLBWoi1aNA/s320/IMG_0398.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/TDjswVSfZDI/AAAAAAAABBY/gOv8MClDH54/s1600/IMG_0399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492400060670895154" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/TDjswVSfZDI/AAAAAAAABBY/gOv8MClDH54/s320/IMG_0399.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/TDjric8-SrI/AAAAAAAABA4/eUAeMxqjYJI/s1600/IMG_0349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492398722698332850" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/TDjric8-SrI/AAAAAAAABA4/eUAeMxqjYJI/s320/IMG_0349.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Emilee's Baptism.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;On, May 15th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492299527436060562" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/TDiRUhzfR5I/AAAAAAAABAQ/Qmox_gPM3DE/s400/IMG_0171.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Emilee was baptised. It was such a special day for her. She started her day off with a quick trip to Sunsplash (can't pass up free tickets and our PKU friends) We did all the big rides in 1 hour. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;We headed over to the church and she got dressed. She was so excited, she did not stop smiling. It was so great to watch Symen baptize her. A fathers love is amazing. She was confirmed by some of the same men that blessed her, Dad, Uncle Aaron, Grandpa Salisbury, and some new ones too. Joel, John, Nate, and Scott.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/TDjo6rfZa4I/AAAAAAAABAg/4NUiZNlhVCo/s1600/IMG_0197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492395840382790530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/TDjo6rfZa4I/AAAAAAAABAg/4NUiZNlhVCo/s320/IMG_0197.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/TDjolf5u4EI/AAAAAAAABAY/isB-SJ59TM4/s1600/IMG_0170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492395476494770242" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/TDjolf5u4EI/AAAAAAAABAY/isB-SJ59TM4/s320/IMG_0170.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/TDjpeNu-tMI/AAAAAAAABAo/TCh2YkRbg1E/s1600/IMG_0195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492396450870375618" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/TDjpeNu-tMI/AAAAAAAABAo/TCh2YkRbg1E/s320/IMG_0195.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;She is already diving into her new scriptures (which made me cry when I saw her name on them). She is being such a good example to her brothers. Emilee loves church and her family. She gets up every fast Sunday and shares her testimony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492396810398629202" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/TDjpzJFMfVI/AAAAAAAABAw/gdCsnHx-v2A/s320/IMG_0194.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;It was a great day. We had family and friends from all over to share this day with her. There was a lot of love for her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Are you tired yet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Zane is. He fell asleep one night watching Jake play computer. This boy can sleep anywhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492426083060553330" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/TDkEbCPqFnI/AAAAAAAABEw/TldQ8vPchZ8/s320/IMG_0538.JPG" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/TDkEpy6WLPI/AAAAAAAABE4/jNWAca25omk/s1600/IMG_0540.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492426336642673906" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/TDkEpy6WLPI/AAAAAAAABE4/jNWAca25omk/s320/IMG_0540.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;This is what we have been up to. Its been a crazy month, but it has been a lot of fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006249745030816230-3224028097337329596?l=thevanderlindens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/feeds/3224028097337329596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006249745030816230&amp;postID=3224028097337329596' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/3224028097337329596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/3224028097337329596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/2010/07/where-to-start.html' title='Where to start...'/><author><name>Jen VanderLinden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02949861449085548370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SKrbLaz2YiI/AAAAAAAAAKg/VQ-p7QoGkns/S220/IMG_3647.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/TDkCddivXrI/AAAAAAAABEo/O-j6JUGBu9Q/s72-c/IMG_0602.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006249745030816230.post-2872267702102467752</id><published>2010-06-14T22:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T22:48:44.678-07:00</updated><title type='text'>8 Months...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/TBcOxYXP_DI/AAAAAAAABAI/pBEYpfRs5nE/s1600/IMG_0398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482867312863214642" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/TBcOxYXP_DI/AAAAAAAABAI/pBEYpfRs5nE/s400/IMG_0398.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This past month I started to crawl. I am all over the place. Did you know that there is a big bowl of water on the floor all the time? I love to play in it and so do the dogs. I also pull myself up on what every I can. Oh yeah, I have even mastered stairs. Well at least going up them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love to swim. I go swimming just about everyday. It is my favorite part of my day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have also started to clap and I am up to 8 teeth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am looking forward to seeing my Auntie next month. I have not seen since I was 8 weeks old. She is going to be so surprised.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Until next month.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Krew&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006249745030816230-2872267702102467752?l=thevanderlindens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/feeds/2872267702102467752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006249745030816230&amp;postID=2872267702102467752' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/2872267702102467752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/2872267702102467752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/2010/06/8-months.html' title='8 Months...'/><author><name>Jen VanderLinden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02949861449085548370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SKrbLaz2YiI/AAAAAAAAAKg/VQ-p7QoGkns/S220/IMG_3647.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/TBcOxYXP_DI/AAAAAAAABAI/pBEYpfRs5nE/s72-c/IMG_0398.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006249745030816230.post-5288715574172876771</id><published>2010-06-08T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T21:04:16.912-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Silly girls...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/TA5xwJG6tYI/AAAAAAAAA_4/DSQKR4GmOQM/s1600/IMG_2824.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480442868449064322" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/TA5xwJG6tYI/AAAAAAAAA_4/DSQKR4GmOQM/s320/IMG_2824.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/TA5yHBX9C4I/AAAAAAAABAA/wHmxPIpaJoc/s1600/IMG_2825.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480443261510028162" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/TA5yHBX9C4I/AAAAAAAABAA/wHmxPIpaJoc/s320/IMG_2825.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Emma and Emilee are having a blast living together. They have become real sisters. I am so thankful they have each other. I love having a sister and could no imagine my world with out her. These two are cousin by birth, but sisters in heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006249745030816230-5288715574172876771?l=thevanderlindens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/feeds/5288715574172876771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006249745030816230&amp;postID=5288715574172876771' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/5288715574172876771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/5288715574172876771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/2010/06/silly-girls.html' title='Silly 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006249745030816230&amp;postID=3698588125642964648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/3698588125642964648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/3698588125642964648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-think-he-is-done.html' title='I think he is done...'/><author><name>Jen VanderLinden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02949861449085548370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SKrbLaz2YiI/AAAAAAAAAKg/VQ-p7QoGkns/S220/IMG_3647.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006249745030816230.post-4689782748880575916</id><published>2010-06-08T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T09:30:20.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Class of 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Garrit graduated from Kindergarten and is now on to the 1st grade.  It has been a interesting year for Garrit.  He went to 3 different schools, in 3 different states this year.  His fun loving personality made it easier on him moving around.  He made friends every place he went.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He is a smart kid like his dad and a talker like mom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480435885320987586" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/TA5rZq7cY8I/AAAAAAAAA_g/GwpdFWcHmmY/s400/IMG_2895.JPG" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/TA5siBn6iOI/AAAAAAAAA_o/79tAqSUG9FE/s1600/IMG_2903.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480437589254613762" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/TA5s82k4KwI/AAAAAAAAA_w/5ag8SbPoyZg/s320/IMG_2905.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/TA5siBn6iOI/AAAAAAAAA_o/79tAqSUG9FE/s1600/IMG_2903.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480437128363673826" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/TA5siBn6iOI/AAAAAAAAA_o/79tAqSUG9FE/s320/IMG_2903.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mrs. Adams was a amazing teacher, I hope she stays around for Zaner.  She really welcomed Garrit into her class and worked with him to get him caught up with the rest of the class.  She understood that boys will be boys and let Garrit be himself, yet she kept him the line also.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When Emilee went off to kindergarten, no problem.  When Garrit went kindergarten, I cried.  When he graduated, I cried.  I can only imagine what high school graduation is going to be like.  My little man is growing up fast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006249745030816230-4689782748880575916?l=thevanderlindens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/feeds/4689782748880575916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006249745030816230&amp;postID=4689782748880575916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/4689782748880575916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/4689782748880575916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/2010/06/class-of-2010.html' title='Class of 2010'/><author><name>Jen VanderLinden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02949861449085548370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SKrbLaz2YiI/AAAAAAAAAKg/VQ-p7QoGkns/S220/IMG_3647.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/TA5rZq7cY8I/AAAAAAAAA_g/GwpdFWcHmmY/s72-c/IMG_2895.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006249745030816230.post-3097490400131938368</id><published>2010-05-27T20:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T20:55:20.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crawling</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/S_89Idx52DI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/L99_OITyIJI/s1600/IMG_2885.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476162887548000306" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/S_89Idx52DI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/L99_OITyIJI/s400/IMG_2885.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Krew has been working hard lately on crawling. I left him in the living room to go help Zane, I came back and found him coming out from behind the couch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It is bitter-sweet now that he is crawling. He on his way to being a toddler and out of babyhood. I am cherishing everything he does, because I will never share this with another baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006249745030816230-3097490400131938368?l=thevanderlindens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/feeds/3097490400131938368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006249745030816230&amp;postID=3097490400131938368' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/3097490400131938368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/3097490400131938368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/2010/05/crawling.html' title='Crawling'/><author><name>Jen VanderLinden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02949861449085548370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SKrbLaz2YiI/AAAAAAAAAKg/VQ-p7QoGkns/S220/IMG_3647.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/S_89Idx52DI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/L99_OITyIJI/s72-c/IMG_2885.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006249745030816230.post-5051884955134627756</id><published>2010-05-27T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T20:45:40.482-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quotes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Zane: Mom, Janette is my favorite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Emma:  Is Janette your favorite Aunt?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Zane: No, Emma.  Ants are not people!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Garrit was asked to stand today in his class and say what he wants to be when he grows up...     A missonary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006249745030816230-5051884955134627756?l=thevanderlindens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/feeds/5051884955134627756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006249745030816230&amp;postID=5051884955134627756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/5051884955134627756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/5051884955134627756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/2010/05/quotes.html' title='Quotes...'/><author><name>Jen VanderLinden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02949861449085548370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SKrbLaz2YiI/AAAAAAAAAKg/VQ-p7QoGkns/S220/IMG_3647.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006249745030816230.post-7341294760381813696</id><published>2010-05-26T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T10:17:22.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emilee's Baptism pictures...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;My friend Julie took some pictures of Emilee on the temple grounds in her dress. She did a great job. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/S_1WBC8okJI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/xNGvCxiUzYw/s1600/IMG_1531.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475627297923436690" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/S_1WBC8okJI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/xNGvCxiUzYw/s400/IMG_1531.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/S_1V0iFnDbI/AAAAAAAAA_I/VsNVN_bTjSQ/s1600/IMG_1512.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475627082944286130" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/S_1V0iFnDbI/AAAAAAAAA_I/VsNVN_bTjSQ/s400/IMG_1512.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/S_1VYDud9RI/AAAAAAAAA_A/1P9R4zAMB7M/s1600/IMG_1476.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475626593757820178" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/S_1VYDud9RI/AAAAAAAAA_A/1P9R4zAMB7M/s400/IMG_1476.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/S_1VBTW7HeI/AAAAAAAAA-4/75U-vq5AJmc/s1600/IMG_1431.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475626202817043938" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/S_1VBTW7HeI/AAAAAAAAA-4/75U-vq5AJmc/s400/IMG_1431.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/S_1UrXIDl0I/AAAAAAAAA-w/xbNq20c1cy0/s1600/IMG_1410.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475625825871304514" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/S_1UrXIDl0I/AAAAAAAAA-w/xbNq20c1cy0/s400/IMG_1410.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I will post soon about her baptism, I need to get the pictures off of Jim's camara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006249745030816230-7341294760381813696?l=thevanderlindens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/feeds/7341294760381813696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006249745030816230&amp;postID=7341294760381813696' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/7341294760381813696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/7341294760381813696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/2010/05/emilees-baptism-pictures.html' title='Emilee&apos;s Baptism pictures...'/><author><name>Jen VanderLinden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02949861449085548370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SKrbLaz2YiI/AAAAAAAAAKg/VQ-p7QoGkns/S220/IMG_3647.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/S_1WBC8okJI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/xNGvCxiUzYw/s72-c/IMG_1531.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006249745030816230.post-4803111490992024267</id><published>2010-05-10T10:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T11:20:18.761-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Garrit turns 6!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Garrit is ALWAYS the first to go to sleep and the last to wake up. The boy loves his sleep, always has and probably always will. However, on his birthday he was up at 5:30.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/S-ozxqOIz9I/AAAAAAAAA-I/yOxjOEspIGw/s1600/IMG_2842.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470241625635082194" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/S-ozxqOIz9I/AAAAAAAAA-I/yOxjOEspIGw/s320/IMG_2842.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He woke up to the traditional birthday breakfast, doughnuts and juice and a Army themed birthday.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/S-o0WEOO3PI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/8i5yqVyjw68/s1600/IMG_2844.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470242251090091250" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/S-o0WEOO3PI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/8i5yqVyjw68/s320/IMG_2844.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The day was full of fun activities. We went to lunch at Barro's pizza and had pizza and wings. After lunch, I went into Garrit's class and helped out the passing out cupcakes. (He still thinks it is the best when mom comes into class. I better enjoy it while it last.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After school, Grandma Becky and I took Garrit to the Lego Store at the mall. Garrit has never been there and has been asking to go for the past 2 months. The boy was in heaven. It looked at everything. He finally picked out a star wars ship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For dinner, Garrit just wanted to stay home and have bow-tie pasta. So, we finally convinced Garrit to head over to panda express.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470244978618708322" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/S-o201DusWI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/cIL_A57Vk2s/s320/IMG_2846.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;His cake started of being an army cake, I had a really cool idea. However, Garrit had a different idea. Starwars.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470445404680764226" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/S-rtHKUqO0I/AAAAAAAAA-g/5PEfGgQ_JkI/s320/IMG_2853.JPG" /&gt;Garrit had a hard time blowing out the candles, they were the sparklers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470445903514589490" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/S-rtkMn6WTI/AAAAAAAAA-o/gvn9rbMrQXI/s320/IMG_2858.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The big hit of the night was his Nerf gun. You pump it full of air then it rapid fires 10 darts. All the boys loved it. Jake and Brett have asked for one for their birthdays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Garrit is all boy.  He loves guns (shooting with Janette is his favorite), playing Wii with Jake, riding bikes, and anything that gets him dirty.  Garrit has a sweet soul.  He is always the first with&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;an I love you and a hug&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy Birthday Moguie!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006249745030816230-4803111490992024267?l=thevanderlindens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/feeds/4803111490992024267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006249745030816230&amp;postID=4803111490992024267' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/4803111490992024267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/4803111490992024267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/2010/05/garrit-turns-6.html' title='Garrit turns 6!!'/><author><name>Jen VanderLinden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02949861449085548370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SKrbLaz2YiI/AAAAAAAAAKg/VQ-p7QoGkns/S220/IMG_3647.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/S-ozxqOIz9I/AAAAAAAAA-I/yOxjOEspIGw/s72-c/IMG_2842.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006249745030816230.post-8588578489305135538</id><published>2010-05-10T07:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T10:51:02.145-07:00</updated><title type='text'>7 months...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/S-hExOJ31NI/AAAAAAAAA-A/Wf1v5WmNp7Q/s1600/IMG_0100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469697359845250258" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/S-hExOJ31NI/AAAAAAAAA-A/Wf1v5WmNp7Q/s400/IMG_0100.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This month has been very eventful for me. I started the month with one tooth, now one month later I have 6. Yep, you got it I cut 5 teeth in a month. Luckily for my mom, I was not crabby at all. Until, she took me for shots. The combination of cutting teeth and shots made me feel cruddy. So for about 4 days I had a fever and was up a lot at night. But Mom and I finally got sleep thanks to a lavender bath, lavender lotion, Motrin, and teething gel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am almost crawling. Give me a few more weeks and I will be all over the place. I am still growing big. I am weighing in at 21 pounds. What can I say, my mom makes cream and I love to nurse. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well until next month.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Krew&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006249745030816230-8588578489305135538?l=thevanderlindens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/feeds/8588578489305135538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006249745030816230&amp;postID=8588578489305135538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/8588578489305135538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/8588578489305135538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/2010/05/7-months.html' title='7 months...'/><author><name>Jen VanderLinden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02949861449085548370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SKrbLaz2YiI/AAAAAAAAAKg/VQ-p7QoGkns/S220/IMG_3647.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/S-hExOJ31NI/AAAAAAAAA-A/Wf1v5WmNp7Q/s72-c/IMG_0100.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006249745030816230.post-2817192568975305238</id><published>2010-05-04T08:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T08:44:55.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Garrit: "Mom, when are you going to get a job?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mom: "I already have a job."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Garrit: "No you don't."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mom:  "Who cleans your bathroom?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Garrit:  "I do"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mom: "Who makes dinner?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Garrit: "I do, and sometimes you"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mom: "Who does your laundry?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Garrit: "You"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mom: " What about dad, when is he going to get a job?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Garrit: "Dad has a job, he works for that guy."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gotta love being a mom, your hard work is seen by all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006249745030816230-2817192568975305238?l=thevanderlindens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/feeds/2817192568975305238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006249745030816230&amp;postID=2817192568975305238' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/2817192568975305238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/2817192568975305238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/2010/05/garrit-mom-when-are-you-going-to-get.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen VanderLinden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02949861449085548370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SKrbLaz2YiI/AAAAAAAAAKg/VQ-p7QoGkns/S220/IMG_3647.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006249745030816230.post-871452471896613546</id><published>2010-05-01T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T21:13:34.954-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emilee 8th Birthday...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Emilee's birthday started with a birthday &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;breakfast&lt;/span&gt; of doughnuts and juice. She headed out the door for school with doughnuts in hand to share with her class. We have started a birthday tradition of being picked up from school and going to lunch with mom or dad. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Seriously&lt;/span&gt;, you shouldn't have to eat PB&amp;amp;J on your birthday. So, at lunch we head over to Subway for a kids pack.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After school I finished working on her birthday cake. I thought I would try something new, a black f&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;orrest&lt;/span&gt; cake. It sounded easy enough. Well, things didn't go as planned and it ended in Emilee in tears and me feeling like the worst mom for messing up the cake. So, we ran over to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Albertsons&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/S9z1KONRKhI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/nhBN7uLyICo/s1600/IMG_2749.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466513603682183698" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/S9z1KONRKhI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/nhBN7uLyICo/s320/IMG_2749.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;bought a new cake.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/S9zzySU-PBI/AAAAAAAAA9I/HAs84Wdz-Gc/s1600/IMG_2654.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466512092959751186" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/S9zzySU-PBI/AAAAAAAAA9I/HAs84Wdz-Gc/s320/IMG_2654.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/S9zz_YfAP_I/AAAAAAAAA9Q/YLzEkvRZKOY/s1600/IMG_2657.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466512317950738418" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/S9zz_YfAP_I/AAAAAAAAA9Q/YLzEkvRZKOY/s320/IMG_2657.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Her dinner choice was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;YC's&lt;/span&gt;. This is a family favorite and is on deck for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Garrit's&lt;/span&gt; birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/S9z2uOUAZ8I/AAAAAAAAA9g/sogEZvpnVh0/s1600/IMG_2751.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466515321697363906" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/S9z2uOUAZ8I/AAAAAAAAA9g/sogEZvpnVh0/s320/IMG_2751.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here is cake number 2, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; prettier then mine, however, mine tasted way better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I bought candles that were sparklers, they freaked out Emilee. She is always worried about &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;safety&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466515742590600914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/S9z3GuQxhtI/AAAAAAAAA9o/ur1x_Bfjk9g/s320/IMG_2752.JPG" /&gt;We started singing happy birthday, and Emilee started singing to herself. Its just natural to start singing, she is the 4&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday in April.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466516319817792802" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/S9z3oUmdfSI/AAAAAAAAA9w/fHu2sv476TQ/s320/IMG_2753.JPG" /&gt;And of course, she loved opening her gifts.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466517836643952194" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/S9z5AnN_5kI/AAAAAAAAA94/STFpEg14jeE/s320/IMG_2766.JPG" /&gt; Its hard to believe that my peanut is 8 already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006249745030816230-871452471896613546?l=thevanderlindens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/feeds/871452471896613546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006249745030816230&amp;postID=871452471896613546' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/871452471896613546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/871452471896613546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/2010/05/emilee-8th-birthday.html' title='Emilee 8th Birthday...'/><author><name>Jen VanderLinden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02949861449085548370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SKrbLaz2YiI/AAAAAAAAAKg/VQ-p7QoGkns/S220/IMG_3647.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/S9z1KONRKhI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/nhBN7uLyICo/s72-c/IMG_2749.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006249745030816230.post-645649091937883666</id><published>2010-05-01T10:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T19:22:49.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Illinois</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;My sweet cousin Kandi passed away last month. She has battled rheumatiod arthritis her whole life. Being around her was like being next to the sun. She was always sunny and had a bright outlook on life. She will truly be missed.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/S9xn0p1oO2I/AAAAAAAAA7g/ZQt0ZX0Rsik/s1600/IMG_2612.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466358202002586466" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/S9xn0p1oO2I/AAAAAAAAA7g/ZQt0ZX0Rsik/s320/IMG_2612.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mom, Clay, Krew, and I went back to Galesburg, Ill for her celebration of life. We left Friday on the 6:30 a.m. flight, so that means we woke up at 3:30 to get ready and out the door. (If you have ever traveled with my mom, she needs to be at the airport at least 2 hours early.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Krew did great on the 3 hour flight. Thanks to a little Benadryl. He was happy and playing then, wham! He was out. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/S9yRPZuPkFI/AAAAAAAAA7o/dX139spgm78/s1600/IMG_2615.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466403741509849170" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/S9yRPZuPkFI/AAAAAAAAA7o/dX139spgm78/s320/IMG_2615.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He only cried when we descended and his ear hurt. I received a bunch of complements on how well he did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On Saturday we drove 3 hours to Chicago to &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/S9yRdd8txOI/AAAAAAAAA7w/CjT7acMEIGc/s1600/IMG_2616.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466403983162459362" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/S9yRdd8txOI/AAAAAAAAA7w/CjT7acMEIGc/s320/IMG_2616.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;pick up my brother, Justin. Going to Chicago is never a bad deal, because of Garrett's popcorn and Gino's pizza. &lt;p align="center"&gt;We ordered our pizza and while we waited for it to cook, we walked 6 blocks picked up some popcorn and made it back in time for some pizza.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466406442980329426" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/S9yTspe_x9I/AAAAAAAAA74/-JzcrmA-GaI/s320/IMG_2617.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sunday we went to Kandi's celebration of life. It was really nice. Kandi would have loved it. We danced, chatted, ate, and enjoyed time together as a family.&lt;/p&gt;Here is Krew with Jessica. Jessica is the oldest of the great-grandchildren and Krew is the&lt;br /&gt;youngest. Is it just me or do they look alike?  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/S9yU0sjCMoI/AAAAAAAAA8A/4qFChAsLA3U/s1600/IMG_2620.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466407680753152642" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/S9yU0sjCMoI/AAAAAAAAA8A/4qFChAsLA3U/s320/IMG_2620.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/S9yVVsEYPAI/AAAAAAAAA8I/wdu438cYK7k/s1600/IMG_2622.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466408247560256514" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/S9yVVsEYPAI/AAAAAAAAA8I/wdu438cYK7k/s320/IMG_2622.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Justin and me with our cousins. The only one that was missing was Janette. The last time we had all of us together was my wedding 11 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/S9yWW1n3qjI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/VPV_GOQe5UM/s1600/IMG_2623.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466409366816533042" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/S9yWW1n3qjI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/VPV_GOQe5UM/s320/IMG_2623.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Here is Grandma and her grandkids.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It was a great trip, however, I was definitely worn out when I got home. Krew was amazing. He was passed around, woken from naps, and never got to sit and play. He never fussed or cried, he just went with the flow. As my grandma whould say, "If I had a dime, for everytime someone told me, how good or how cute Krew was, I would be rich".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006249745030816230-645649091937883666?l=thevanderlindens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/feeds/645649091937883666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006249745030816230&amp;postID=645649091937883666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/645649091937883666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/645649091937883666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/2010/05/illinois.html' title='Illinois'/><author><name>Jen VanderLinden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02949861449085548370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SKrbLaz2YiI/AAAAAAAAAKg/VQ-p7QoGkns/S220/IMG_3647.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/S9xn0p1oO2I/AAAAAAAAA7g/ZQt0ZX0Rsik/s72-c/IMG_2612.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006249745030816230.post-5529099504036495962</id><published>2010-04-20T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T10:38:51.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday...to me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;This year for my birthday, I wanted pictures of my kiddos. So, here are a few that I have received so far. I can't wait to get the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462252747054474722" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/S83R7uWVZeI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/CMu2CwSs5oc/s400/VANDERLINDEN204color%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462272325903731986" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/S83jvXPwTRI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/P677Iu-_T-A/s400/VANDERLINDEN605color%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462252504659423058" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/S83RtnW2b1I/AAAAAAAAA6Q/Z4djtm-x17I/s400/VANDERLINDEN024color%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462253210424682898" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/S83SWsiZqZI/AAAAAAAAA6o/sOe-c2YX8cY/s400/VANDERLINDEN179color%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;My Handsome boys...&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 259px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462267874414985874" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/S83fsQKIgpI/AAAAAAAAA64/r0L_bJ3L7ng/s400/VANDERLINDEN685vintage%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt; I Love this picture...&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462267702456498354" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/S83fiPkCOLI/AAAAAAAAA6w/jIdmm5tVBag/s400/VANDERLINDEN750vintage%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful, Sweet, Sassy Emilee...&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 258px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462268311173215298" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/S83gFrNaNEI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/5YXoOUzCeXI/s400/VANDERLINDEN615gentlecolor%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;I love, love my turkey drumstick, that is what his thighs look like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 260px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462268149275450546" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/S83f8QF-XLI/AAAAAAAAA7I/_gkg3vgArX4/s400/VANDERLINDEN313vintagetext%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;I could just eat him...&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462268000215170178" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/S83fzkzO_II/AAAAAAAAA7A/9QzWlwRlYpo/s400/VANDERLINDEN393bw%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt; Another year has past and I am one year older. I can honestly say that I am also, 1 year wiser too. This past year has taught me many things. Especially, to love and cherish the time I have with these kiddos. Because, before I know it they will be on missions, married, and having their own kids. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006249745030816230-5529099504036495962?l=thevanderlindens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/feeds/5529099504036495962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006249745030816230&amp;postID=5529099504036495962' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/5529099504036495962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/5529099504036495962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/2010/04/happy-birthdayto-me.html' title='Happy Birthday...to me!'/><author><name>Jen VanderLinden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02949861449085548370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SKrbLaz2YiI/AAAAAAAAAKg/VQ-p7QoGkns/S220/IMG_3647.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/S83R7uWVZeI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/CMu2CwSs5oc/s72-c/VANDERLINDEN204color%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006249745030816230.post-6415246916814631722</id><published>2010-04-10T14:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T08:20:17.419-07:00</updated><title type='text'>6 Months...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458627141920078290" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/S8DwdutzudI/AAAAAAAAA44/EXTZuipZmHw/s400/IMG_2607.JPG" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Wow, what a month it has been. I got my first hair cut. It wasn't bad, I didn't even cry. Although my mom did. I look a lot different now, it took my family a couple of days to get use to it. And for some funny reason all I hear is "He looks like Zane now."&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458627759751051474" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/S8DxBsUMONI/AAAAAAAAA5A/rbz1LpzzXaA/s400/IMG_2613.JPG" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;I also started sitting up. That makes me feel like a big boy now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458629341075450354" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/S8DydvNTqfI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/uw5XlwIi39c/s400/IMG_2673.JPG" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/S8DzXicVLBI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/BB8m9NK_xQQ/s1600/IMG_2676.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458630334081215506" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/S8DzXicVLBI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/BB8m9NK_xQQ/s320/IMG_2676.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have started eating food. And, I LOVE IT!! I am up to 2 jars for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. If someone else is eating, I need to eat too. I can't wait to have some real food. They tell my mom "You got a Brett on your hands." This is me and my cousin Brett, he is 17 and a varsity football player for Red Mountain. I want to be like him someday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/S8Dz2fUp-VI/AAAAAAAAA5g/YvroGbHsbFk/s1600/IMG_2731.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458630865819662674" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/S8Dz2fUp-VI/AAAAAAAAA5g/YvroGbHsbFk/s320/IMG_2731.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And finally, I have cut my first tooth. My mom is a little nervous about it though. I am still nursing and she has never nursed a baby with teeth. I don't think teething is that bad. I don't fuss, I just drool a ton and it gives me a rash under my neck. But, its not so bad. Because as soon as I get teeth, I can have real food!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458631734203187602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/S8D0pCTbAZI/AAAAAAAAA5o/JJPCGpG93SM/s400/IMG_2714.JPG" /&gt;I weigh in at 19.5 pounds and I am wearing 12-18 months. We also found out that I am sensitive to milk. My mom has cut out milk from her diet and we are trying different types of formula. Milk makes my sink break out really bad and I become very gassy.I am a big boy but I am happy as always. I am half way to my birthday and CAKE!! I did so much this month I wonder what next month has in store for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Krew&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006249745030816230-6415246916814631722?l=thevanderlindens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/feeds/6415246916814631722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006249745030816230&amp;postID=6415246916814631722' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/6415246916814631722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/6415246916814631722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/2010/04/6-months.html' title='6 Months...'/><author><name>Jen VanderLinden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02949861449085548370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SKrbLaz2YiI/AAAAAAAAAKg/VQ-p7QoGkns/S220/IMG_3647.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/S8DwdutzudI/AAAAAAAAA44/EXTZuipZmHw/s72-c/IMG_2607.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006249745030816230.post-2073063539463704721</id><published>2010-04-10T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T17:37:21.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Easter all starts with the dying of the eggs. The kids were very excited to color the eggs,however, I was a little &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;nervous&lt;/span&gt;. 4 very excited kids, 3 dozen eggs, 10 colors of dye, and 1 mom. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/S8Diu4cYK2I/AAAAAAAAA4Q/mGmdKAhqIOs/s1600/Easter+2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/S8Diu4cYK2I/AAAAAAAAA4Q/mGmdKAhqIOs/s400/Easter+2010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It turned out great. The kids all took turns and worked together. We only had 1 spill, 5 cracked eggs, and 40 dyed fingers. During egg dying I really missed my sister. This is one of Janette's favorite things to do. I find comfort in knowing that she is doing the same thing in Iraq. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Easter morning came VERY early this year. At about 6 a.m. I hear "Mom, are you and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Krew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; awake yet?" I was able to hold them at bay until about 6:45. This is why Jake is not in any of the pictures. They all loved the treats and movies that the Easter Bunny left.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458618005725521074" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/S8DoJ7vSJLI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/3K62zIluw9U/s400/Easter+20101.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;The Easter Bunny this year changed things up. He hid all the eggs in the front yard, instead of in the house or the back yard. This was a good thing because the kids would have had all the eggs found and collected before anyone was awake.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458618121752553186" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/S8DoQr-SJuI/AAAAAAAAA4g/7n6KLnCmnmQ/s400/Easter+20102.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Easter this year was great. Easter fell on Conference weekend so we had a very relaxed day watching conference and hearing the words of the prophet. Instead of the big Easter dinner, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Symen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; made a amazing breakfast and we had steaks and salad for dinner. It was a fun day, however, it just wasn't the same without Janette. I am looking forward for her to come home and we can start to build memories together.&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" border="0" alt="Posted by Picasa" align="middle" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458625064977346194" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/S8Duk1gErpI/AAAAAAAAA4o/okwOd-f_SKM/s400/IMG_2707.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458625311953038722" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/S8DuzNjqrYI/AAAAAAAAA4w/IH4xYyRlI2M/s400/IMG_2710.JPG" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006249745030816230-2073063539463704721?l=thevanderlindens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/feeds/2073063539463704721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006249745030816230&amp;postID=2073063539463704721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/2073063539463704721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/2073063539463704721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/2010/04/easter.html' title='Easter'/><author><name>Jen VanderLinden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02949861449085548370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SKrbLaz2YiI/AAAAAAAAAKg/VQ-p7QoGkns/S220/IMG_3647.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/S8Diu4cYK2I/AAAAAAAAA4Q/mGmdKAhqIOs/s72-c/Easter+2010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006249745030816230.post-7980202823908296673</id><published>2010-03-29T08:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T17:42:45.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Lord...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/S7DGB3PiMMI/AAAAAAAAA4I/vRs7Hn471IY/s1600/IMG_2614.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454076884056944834" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/S7DGB3PiMMI/AAAAAAAAA4I/vRs7Hn471IY/s400/IMG_2614.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When will my mom stop taking naked pitures of me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006249745030816230-7980202823908296673?l=thevanderlindens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/feeds/7980202823908296673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006249745030816230&amp;postID=7980202823908296673' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/7980202823908296673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/7980202823908296673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/2010/03/dear-lord.html' title='Dear Lord...'/><author><name>Jen VanderLinden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02949861449085548370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SKrbLaz2YiI/AAAAAAAAAKg/VQ-p7QoGkns/S220/IMG_3647.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/S7DGB3PiMMI/AAAAAAAAA4I/vRs7Hn471IY/s72-c/IMG_2614.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006249745030816230.post-3558931921686601900</id><published>2010-03-25T08:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T08:55:06.198-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rocket Man...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/S6uCSQurCsI/AAAAAAAAA3o/GEcgH8jIP00/s1600/IMG_2538.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452595024102099650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/S6uCSQurCsI/AAAAAAAAA3o/GEcgH8jIP00/s320/IMG_2538.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/S6uCxeUBG0I/AAAAAAAAA3w/M_yZsT5uVLs/s1600/IMG_2541.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452595560324340546" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/S6uCxeUBG0I/AAAAAAAAA3w/M_yZsT5uVLs/s320/IMG_2541.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Andrew came home from UofA for spring break and made a new best friend. Zane would not leave Andrew's side. First thing in the morning before I was up, he would go up to Grammy's house and get Andrew. Andrew even passed the Wal-mart test. (Zane never lets anyone but me push the cart, while until now.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Andrew brought some rockets to build and Zane was right there with him to build them. I am not sure if it was more of a help or a hindrance, however, Andrew was very patient with him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Launch day...&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/S6uFVR2Dk0I/AAAAAAAAA34/w4_nHgaLjy4/s1600/IMG_2560.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452598374475993922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/S6uFVR2Dk0I/AAAAAAAAA34/w4_nHgaLjy4/s400/IMG_2560.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love this picture of Garrit, if you listen close you can hear him mak&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/S6uF5-Dfr2I/AAAAAAAAA4A/jIYbAwAIODM/s1600/IMG_2578.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452599004818812770" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/S6uF5-Dfr2I/AAAAAAAAA4A/jIYbAwAIODM/s400/IMG_2578.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ing rocket sounds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We all head over to the baseball field to launch the rockets. All 3 kids had a blast. They had so much fun counting down, watching to see how high they went, and chasing the down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanks, Andrew. You made some great memories for my boys and me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I guess little brothers aren't so bad when the grow up.&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/3006249745030816230-3558931921686601900?l=thevanderlindens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/feeds/3558931921686601900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006249745030816230&amp;postID=3558931921686601900' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/3558931921686601900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/3558931921686601900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/2010/03/rocket-man.html' title='Rocket Man...'/><author><name>Jen VanderLinden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02949861449085548370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SKrbLaz2YiI/AAAAAAAAAKg/VQ-p7QoGkns/S220/IMG_3647.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/S6uCSQurCsI/AAAAAAAAA3o/GEcgH8jIP00/s72-c/IMG_2538.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006249745030816230.post-2039862401806947341</id><published>2010-03-25T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T08:30:43.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kiddos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/S6uBotHhA_I/AAAAAAAAA3g/sgTCYXyOZhE/s1600/Desktop1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/S6uBotHhA_I/AAAAAAAAA3g/sgTCYXyOZhE/s400/Desktop1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&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/3006249745030816230-2039862401806947341?l=thevanderlindens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/feeds/2039862401806947341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006249745030816230&amp;postID=2039862401806947341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/2039862401806947341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/2039862401806947341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/2010/03/kiddos.html' title='Kiddos...'/><author><name>Jen VanderLinden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02949861449085548370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SKrbLaz2YiI/AAAAAAAAAKg/VQ-p7QoGkns/S220/IMG_3647.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/S6uBotHhA_I/AAAAAAAAA3g/sgTCYXyOZhE/s72-c/Desktop1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006249745030816230.post-1550254297417734466</id><published>2010-03-25T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T08:22:04.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm so glad...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/S6t7VZcUUbI/AAAAAAAAA3I/YqVDD7_fmjM/s1600/IMG_2586.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452587381399245234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/S6t7VZcUUbI/AAAAAAAAA3I/YqVDD7_fmjM/s400/IMG_2586.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; when daddy comes home,&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452587787072353170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/S6t7tAsUs5I/AAAAAAAAA3Q/M8OFrlKyXTA/s400/IMG_2602.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Glad as I can be.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006249745030816230-1550254297417734466?l=thevanderlindens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/feeds/1550254297417734466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006249745030816230&amp;postID=1550254297417734466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/1550254297417734466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/1550254297417734466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/2010/03/were-so-happy.html' title='I&apos;m so glad...'/><author><name>Jen VanderLinden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02949861449085548370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SKrbLaz2YiI/AAAAAAAAAKg/VQ-p7QoGkns/S220/IMG_3647.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/S6t7VZcUUbI/AAAAAAAAA3I/YqVDD7_fmjM/s72-c/IMG_2586.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006249745030816230.post-204711491958979773</id><published>2010-03-24T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T08:00:04.859-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/S6rgN43v59I/AAAAAAAAA3A/0btXfznIYOg/s400/Desktop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being home, I find so much joy in the simple things in life.  Like a ordinary Saturday on the farm.  Kids playing with chickens, Andrew giving horseback rides, Clay working on the chicken coop, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Symen&lt;/span&gt; and Jim working on a project, and Mom just helping out.  And no day is complete on the farm without taking the Land &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Cruiser&lt;/span&gt; up and over the manure pile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Life is good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&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/3006249745030816230-204711491958979773?l=thevanderlindens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/feeds/204711491958979773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006249745030816230&amp;postID=204711491958979773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/204711491958979773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/204711491958979773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/2010/03/being-home-i-find-so-much-joy-in-simple.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen VanderLinden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02949861449085548370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SKrbLaz2YiI/AAAAAAAAAKg/VQ-p7QoGkns/S220/IMG_3647.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/S6rgN43v59I/AAAAAAAAA3A/0btXfznIYOg/s72-c/Desktop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006249745030816230.post-715191092821223315</id><published>2010-03-24T20:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T07:55:00.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Krew's 1st haircut....</title><content type='html'>Before, I had a dark hair little guy.... &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/S6rSz9aw_yI/AAAAAAAAA2w/Zud75Z2Htco/s1600/IMG_2559+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452402088987393826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/S6rSz9aw_yI/AAAAAAAAA2w/Zud75Z2Htco/s320/IMG_2559+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/S6rTHRO0mOI/AAAAAAAAA24/CuKFOEkSI48/s1600/IMG_2560+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452402420723521762" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 259px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/S6rTHRO0mOI/AAAAAAAAA24/CuKFOEkSI48/s320/IMG_2560+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After, a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;blond&lt;/span&gt; tank.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was time for a little trim on the comb-over, however, my good friend Kathi, advised me to shave it and let it grow out evenly. After we cut his hair, we laughed hard for a good 5 minutes. I was not sure if I wanted to cry or just laugh. I no longer see my little guy, I going to need some adjustment time. But I swear the kids gained 10 pounds with one hair cut.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006249745030816230-715191092821223315?l=thevanderlindens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/feeds/715191092821223315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006249745030816230&amp;postID=715191092821223315' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/715191092821223315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/715191092821223315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/2010/03/krews-1st-haircut.html' title='Krew&apos;s 1st haircut....'/><author><name>Jen VanderLinden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02949861449085548370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SKrbLaz2YiI/AAAAAAAAAKg/VQ-p7QoGkns/S220/IMG_3647.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/S6rSz9aw_yI/AAAAAAAAA2w/Zud75Z2Htco/s72-c/IMG_2559+(2).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006249745030816230.post-2612218543011942843</id><published>2010-03-10T09:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T15:22:32.504-08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 months...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/S5fVcV-lUvI/AAAAAAAAA2o/QTjlmIoPsmY/s1600-h/IMG_2447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447056957240595186" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/S5fVcV-lUvI/AAAAAAAAA2o/QTjlmIoPsmY/s400/IMG_2447.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Man alive, time goes by fast.  It seems like I just posted about me at 4 months.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I did it, I finally rolled over last week.  I am not sure what the big deal is, because I don't like being on my tummy.  My mom has to come flip me back over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My favorite things...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Play with my toes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Grab anything and everything.  I especially like those things on my grandma's face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To be tickled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My jumper, a guy gotta get his work out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When people talk to me.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Talking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and last but not least, my mom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All is good and I am very happy little guy, well, until the sun goes down.  When it gets dark all I want is my mom to hold me until I am ready to go to bed at 10.  Mom says she is going to break me of that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;habit&lt;/span&gt;, but I don't see it happening anytime soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well until next month.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Krew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006249745030816230-2612218543011942843?l=thevanderlindens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/feeds/2612218543011942843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006249745030816230&amp;postID=2612218543011942843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/2612218543011942843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/2612218543011942843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/2010/03/5-months.html' title='5 months...'/><author><name>Jen VanderLinden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02949861449085548370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SKrbLaz2YiI/AAAAAAAAAKg/VQ-p7QoGkns/S220/IMG_3647.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/S5fVcV-lUvI/AAAAAAAAA2o/QTjlmIoPsmY/s72-c/IMG_2447.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006249745030816230.post-4589122101668988305</id><published>2010-03-01T11:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T11:38:53.847-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zane turns 3..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/S4wXqGCEZfI/AAAAAAAAA2g/b5bmthAch_8/s1600-h/3rd+birthday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/S4wXqGCEZfI/AAAAAAAAA2g/b5bmthAch_8/s400/3rd+birthday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zane age 3...&lt;br /&gt;Q: How old are you?&lt;br /&gt;A: This many (holding up 3 fingers)&lt;br /&gt;Q: What is your favorite color?&lt;br /&gt;A: Blue (this is new today)&lt;br /&gt;Q: What is your favorite food?&lt;br /&gt;A: Hot dogs&lt;br /&gt;Q: What is your favorite toy?&lt;br /&gt;A: truck&lt;br /&gt;Q: What is your favorite thing to do?&lt;br /&gt;A: Um, play with my tools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zane in Mom's eyes.&lt;br /&gt;I have always said this about Zane, when he was born and I looked into his eyes for the first time he had so much spirit in them. Three years later, he is still full of spirit.&lt;br /&gt;Zane has a strong will and is always willing to tell it how it is. I was setting up his slide and I went into ask &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Symen&lt;/span&gt; a question, honestly I forgot about the slide. Zane comes in with his hands on his hips, "MOM, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wheren't&lt;/span&gt; you suppose to be doing something." He also wants things done exactly his way. If he is talking to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Symen&lt;/span&gt; and I try to answer I get, "Mom, I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;talkin&lt;/span&gt; to Dad."&lt;br /&gt;Zane is Mr. Personalty and everyone friend. He is always smiling and laughing. He loves to play by himself or with the older kids. I love that when he knows he is in trouble, he gives me the cheesiest smile. Because by flashing his big eyes and silly grin, he "thinks" he gets away with it. I have to admit, he usually does. I have a feeling those big eyes are going to get me into big trouble when he is a teenager. Zane, is a mama's boy and I love it. I often look at him and just want to sweep him up in my arms as squeeze him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Zaner&lt;/span&gt;, you can light up a room with your smile.&lt;br /&gt;I love you Buddy.&lt;br /&gt;Mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&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/3006249745030816230-4589122101668988305?l=thevanderlindens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/feeds/4589122101668988305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006249745030816230&amp;postID=4589122101668988305' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/4589122101668988305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/4589122101668988305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/2010/03/zane-age-3.html' title='Zane turns 3..'/><author><name>Jen VanderLinden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02949861449085548370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SKrbLaz2YiI/AAAAAAAAAKg/VQ-p7QoGkns/S220/IMG_3647.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/S4wXqGCEZfI/AAAAAAAAA2g/b5bmthAch_8/s72-c/3rd+birthday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006249745030816230.post-5961783906238124253</id><published>2010-02-27T13:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T14:18:30.929-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What to do on a rainy day?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/S4mVNieBcvI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/xzFBLi4doWU/s1600-h/IMG_2299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443045684477522674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/S4mVNieBcvI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/xzFBLi4doWU/s400/IMG_2299.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; jump on a trampoline, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/S4mT4vfbC9I/AAAAAAAAA2I/a-cvJwii1bs/s1600-h/IMG_2295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443044227684174802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/S4mT4vfbC9I/AAAAAAAAA2I/a-cvJwii1bs/s400/IMG_2295.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the kids were having so much fun jumping in the pouring rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443047656815091538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/S4mXAV_8X1I/AAAAAAAAA2Y/E1pVnO6GN_U/s400/IMG_2303.JPG" border="0" /&gt;All but one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006249745030816230-5961783906238124253?l=thevanderlindens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/feeds/5961783906238124253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006249745030816230&amp;postID=5961783906238124253' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/5961783906238124253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/5961783906238124253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/2010/02/what-to-do-on-rainy-day.html' title='What to do on a rainy day?'/><author><name>Jen VanderLinden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02949861449085548370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SKrbLaz2YiI/AAAAAAAAAKg/VQ-p7QoGkns/S220/IMG_3647.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/S4mVNieBcvI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/xzFBLi4doWU/s72-c/IMG_2299.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006249745030816230.post-2158135375658047653</id><published>2010-02-16T15:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T15:41:23.901-08:00</updated><title type='text'>4 months</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/S3srttY1GNI/AAAAAAAAA2A/0dCHrkoTX0s/s1600-h/IMG_2234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438989039257852114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/S3srttY1GNI/AAAAAAAAA2A/0dCHrkoTX0s/s400/IMG_2234.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What a month it has been. I have started working on rolling over. I get about 1/2 way, then I quit. I love to talk.  I will lay and the floor and talk for 30 minutes.  I don't like my crib.  So my mom will let me sleep in her bed, as long as I sleep good for her.  I still love to eat, it shows in my weight, I am a big boy.  And as always, I am a happy boy.  My brothers, sister, cousins, and my grandma are always playing with me.  Life is good.  Next month should be exciting, my mom keeps talking about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cereal&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006249745030816230-2158135375658047653?l=thevanderlindens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/feeds/2158135375658047653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006249745030816230&amp;postID=2158135375658047653' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/2158135375658047653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/2158135375658047653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/2010/02/4-months.html' title='4 months'/><author><name>Jen VanderLinden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02949861449085548370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SKrbLaz2YiI/AAAAAAAAAKg/VQ-p7QoGkns/S220/IMG_3647.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/S3srttY1GNI/AAAAAAAAA2A/0dCHrkoTX0s/s72-c/IMG_2234.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006249745030816230.post-4999282625551240723</id><published>2010-02-16T15:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T15:32:42.762-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Liquid Gold...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/S3sqwglSWeI/AAAAAAAAA14/vud9T4ZpoBY/s1600-h/IMG_2253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438987987848419810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/S3sqwglSWeI/AAAAAAAAA14/vud9T4ZpoBY/s320/IMG_2253.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;That is what we call fresh squeezed orange juice. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/S3sldP924TI/AAAAAAAAA1w/SxvpyKbbT0M/s1600-h/IMG_2248+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438982159412420914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/S3sldP924TI/AAAAAAAAA1w/SxvpyKbbT0M/s320/IMG_2248+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It is even better when we make it with Grandma Becky.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006249745030816230-4999282625551240723?l=thevanderlindens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/feeds/4999282625551240723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006249745030816230&amp;postID=4999282625551240723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/4999282625551240723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/4999282625551240723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/2010/02/liquid-gold.html' title='Liquid Gold...'/><author><name>Jen VanderLinden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02949861449085548370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SKrbLaz2YiI/AAAAAAAAAKg/VQ-p7QoGkns/S220/IMG_3647.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/S3sqwglSWeI/AAAAAAAAA14/vud9T4ZpoBY/s72-c/IMG_2253.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006249745030816230.post-6457028650364076211</id><published>2010-02-16T14:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T14:39:48.835-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunny day at the park...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/S3scJqJQwKI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/-_PfLt1Mpug/s1600-h/IMG_2220+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438971927237542050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/S3scJqJQwKI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/-_PfLt1Mpug/s320/IMG_2220+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We are enjoying life here in Arizona. On our day of school, I loaded up the kiddos and headed to the park. The grass was green, the weather was perfect, and kids had a blast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438972465985866386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/S3scpBI3ypI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/tIhs29t2B04/s320/IMG_2223+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Brett came along to help with the kids. We even got some time to play catch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438973326902974146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/S3sdbITgVsI/AAAAAAAAA1g/KpvX4eLjc-Q/s320/IMG_2239+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Zane got his first baseball practice.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438973974835741810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/S3seA2CtxHI/AAAAAAAAA1o/LlyblYupirI/s320/IMG_2245.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The kid got potential.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We had a great afternoon at the park. We are definitly enjoying the nice weather while we have it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006249745030816230-6457028650364076211?l=thevanderlindens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/feeds/6457028650364076211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006249745030816230&amp;postID=6457028650364076211' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/6457028650364076211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/6457028650364076211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/2010/02/sunny-day-at-park.html' title='Sunny day at the park...'/><author><name>Jen VanderLinden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02949861449085548370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SKrbLaz2YiI/AAAAAAAAAKg/VQ-p7QoGkns/S220/IMG_3647.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/S3scJqJQwKI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/-_PfLt1Mpug/s72-c/IMG_2220+(2).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006249745030816230.post-4113004697166472757</id><published>2010-02-16T14:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T14:21:54.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crash...again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/S3sYTG1z7kI/AAAAAAAAA1A/jfqpPgvdxVc/s1600-h/IMG_2210+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438967691512901186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/S3sYTG1z7kI/AAAAAAAAA1A/jfqpPgvdxVc/s400/IMG_2210+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They say you get the kind of kids that you were. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Well, if that is true, Zane is my kid.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/S3sZlbLSGeI/AAAAAAAAA1I/3xbpESFnwg0/s1600-h/IMG_2216+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438969105720941026" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/S3sZlbLSGeI/AAAAAAAAA1I/3xbpESFnwg0/s400/IMG_2216+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The kids were outside playing in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Landcuiser&lt;/span&gt;, while I was cooking. I here Emilee scream "Zane is bleeding!" Honestly, I was not alarmed. The kid is always bleeding. Until, I see Jim caring the kid in the house and the blood coming between his little fingers.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No worries, nothing a cold wash cloth, Dad's butterflying skills, and a kiss from Mom can't heal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;By the way this is what happens when you get out of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Landcuiser&lt;/span&gt; and fall flat on your face on to concert.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006249745030816230-4113004697166472757?l=thevanderlindens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/feeds/4113004697166472757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006249745030816230&amp;postID=4113004697166472757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/4113004697166472757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/4113004697166472757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/2010/02/crashagain.html' title='Crash...again'/><author><name>Jen VanderLinden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02949861449085548370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SKrbLaz2YiI/AAAAAAAAAKg/VQ-p7QoGkns/S220/IMG_3647.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/S3sYTG1z7kI/AAAAAAAAA1A/jfqpPgvdxVc/s72-c/IMG_2210+(2).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006249745030816230.post-1466227854184634966</id><published>2010-02-16T13:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T14:09:53.538-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brothers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/S3sXBE7E23I/AAAAAAAAA04/xwBa-aO5azw/s1600-h/IMG_2208+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438966282248838002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/S3sXBE7E23I/AAAAAAAAA04/xwBa-aO5azw/s400/IMG_2208+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE that I have 3 boys.   &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Garrit&lt;/span&gt; and Zane enjoy playing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Starwars&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Indiana&lt;/span&gt; Jones, and anything boy together.    I can't wait until &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Krew&lt;/span&gt; is out there playing with them.  I hope that the boys remain close and treasure their friendship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006249745030816230-1466227854184634966?l=thevanderlindens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/feeds/1466227854184634966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006249745030816230&amp;postID=1466227854184634966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/1466227854184634966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/1466227854184634966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/2010/02/brothers.html' title='Brothers'/><author><name>Jen VanderLinden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02949861449085548370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SKrbLaz2YiI/AAAAAAAAAKg/VQ-p7QoGkns/S220/IMG_3647.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/S3sXBE7E23I/AAAAAAAAA04/xwBa-aO5azw/s72-c/IMG_2208+(2).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006249745030816230.post-4674778070886122050</id><published>2010-01-24T14:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T15:00:45.732-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No expalation nessecery...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/S1zQ6i64W7I/AAAAAAAAA0w/PZ7beTn2yTg/s1600-h/IMG_2201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/S1zQ6i64W7I/AAAAAAAAA0w/PZ7beTn2yTg/s400/IMG_2201.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;except one...it is Zane.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006249745030816230-4674778070886122050?l=thevanderlindens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/feeds/4674778070886122050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006249745030816230&amp;postID=4674778070886122050' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/4674778070886122050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/4674778070886122050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/2010/01/no-expalation-nessecery.html' title='No expalation nessecery...'/><author><name>Jen VanderLinden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02949861449085548370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SKrbLaz2YiI/AAAAAAAAAKg/VQ-p7QoGkns/S220/IMG_3647.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/S1zQ6i64W7I/AAAAAAAAA0w/PZ7beTn2yTg/s72-c/IMG_2201.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006249745030816230.post-6868076794153910178</id><published>2010-01-24T14:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T14:52:55.245-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cold Crush...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;When my mom was a kid in Galesburg, Illinois one of her favorite things was to put soda pop bottles in the snow to get cold. So, on her recent visit she could not pass up the bottles of Crush at Wal-Mart. They sat in the snow for about an hour, then they were ready for drinking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430442698056686546" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/S1zO3LbIW9I/AAAAAAAAA0g/KjNcyrIMSJ8/s400/IMG_2178.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have to agree with mom, there is nothing better then a bottle of Crush that has been cooled in the snow. They kids loved it.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430441826560274642" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/S1zOEc2McNI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/tm5EebHn2HE/s400/IMG_2181.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006249745030816230-6868076794153910178?l=thevanderlindens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/feeds/6868076794153910178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006249745030816230&amp;postID=6868076794153910178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/6868076794153910178'/><link 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type='text'>I should be doing laundry....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/S1i8B5Ms3kI/AAAAAAAAA0I/nTXypcxpAGk/s1600-h/IMG_2184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 160px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429296091515117122" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/S1i8B5Ms3kI/AAAAAAAAA0I/nTXypcxpAGk/s400/IMG_2184.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;However, the snow was perfect for a snow-family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The boys and I had a blast playing in the snow and making our family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006249745030816230-7262593350051798037?l=thevanderlindens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SKrbLaz2YiI/AAAAAAAAAKg/VQ-p7QoGkns/S220/IMG_3647.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006249745030816230.post-6431386460338907056</id><published>2010-01-11T09:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T09:37:42.121-08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 months</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/S0tf3gMNegI/AAAAAAAAA0A/ySwd_i0pYx8/s1600-h/IMG_2028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425535583236487682" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/S0tf3gMNegI/AAAAAAAAA0A/ySwd_i0pYx8/s400/IMG_2028.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am growing big and a very happy little guy. I am improving my thumb sucking skills.  I can find it a lot faster now, which is nice because it cuts down on the scratches on my face.  My new skills are laughing, watching TV and playing with toys.  My mom loves to watch me laugh at my sister.  I don't understand why, she is a funny girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This past month I had my first Christmas, it was good.  Mom woke me up out of good sleep, so she could get a picture of all of us in front of the tree.  Then I just sat in my swing and had to wait for someone to pick me up.  I really like to be held and have someone talking to me.  I also, had my first New Years.  That was exciting.  OK, not really we were all in bed my 10.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Next month I am looking forward to some more new skills.  I think I may try rolling over.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Until next month.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Krew&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006249745030816230-6431386460338907056?l=thevanderlindens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/feeds/6431386460338907056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006249745030816230&amp;postID=6431386460338907056' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/6431386460338907056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/6431386460338907056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/2010/01/3-months.html' title='3 months'/><author><name>Jen VanderLinden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02949861449085548370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SKrbLaz2YiI/AAAAAAAAAKg/VQ-p7QoGkns/S220/IMG_3647.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/S0tf3gMNegI/AAAAAAAAA0A/ySwd_i0pYx8/s72-c/IMG_2028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006249745030816230.post-4534610956543994455</id><published>2010-01-08T13:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T14:26:12.302-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/S0eoi_GsE3I/AAAAAAAAAz4/NG5Qr0gVlcQ/s1600-h/pictures1-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424489595199558514" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/S0eoi_GsE3I/AAAAAAAAAz4/NG5Qr0gVlcQ/s400/pictures1-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006249745030816230-4534610956543994455?l=thevanderlindens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/feeds/4534610956543994455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006249745030816230&amp;postID=4534610956543994455' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/4534610956543994455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/4534610956543994455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post_08.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen VanderLinden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02949861449085548370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SKrbLaz2YiI/AAAAAAAAAKg/VQ-p7QoGkns/S220/IMG_3647.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/S0eoi_GsE3I/AAAAAAAAAz4/NG5Qr0gVlcQ/s72-c/pictures1-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006249745030816230.post-5258912401151747443</id><published>2010-01-07T15:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T15:44:46.788-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Outfit...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/S0Zq3O0mu-I/AAAAAAAAAzw/m2_yVH16vYk/s1600-h/IMG_2172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424140298318429154" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/S0Zq3O0mu-I/AAAAAAAAAzw/m2_yVH16vYk/s400/IMG_2172.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; While I was pregnant with Krew, I took the kids shopping for some clothes.  While at Kohl's, Garrit found this outfit for Krew that he just had to buy.  Unfortunately, it was not in my budget at the time.  I explained to Garrit that we would come back and get later.  Garrit was heart broken.  After checking out, we received $10 to spend at a later date.  About 2 weeks later, I loaded up the kids and headed down to Provo, only to find that I forgot my wallet at home.  Garrit was so excited to get this outfit, I just knew he would die if we didn't get it, again.  Luckily, my Mom had just visited and fill the ashtray of my car full of coins.  So, with a fist full of change and our coupon in hand we headed to the check out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Garrit proud as can be places the outfit on the counter and tells the lady "I am getting this for my new baby brother, his name is Krew" and he hands her his coupon and his stack of change.  It was so sweet to watch Garrit be the proud big brother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006249745030816230-5258912401151747443?l=thevanderlindens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/feeds/5258912401151747443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006249745030816230&amp;postID=5258912401151747443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/5258912401151747443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/5258912401151747443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html' title='The Outfit...'/><author><name>Jen VanderLinden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02949861449085548370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SKrbLaz2YiI/AAAAAAAAAKg/VQ-p7QoGkns/S220/IMG_3647.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/S0Zq3O0mu-I/AAAAAAAAAzw/m2_yVH16vYk/s72-c/IMG_2172.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006249745030816230.post-4096552772337020067</id><published>2010-01-05T16:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T16:59:17.902-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow bunnies!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/S0Pfa6NCpgI/AAAAAAAAAzo/pqXZ9etKCbo/s1600-h/Christmas+091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/S0Pfa6NCpgI/AAAAAAAAAzo/pqXZ9etKCbo/s400/Christmas+091.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" border="0" alt="Posted by Picasa" align="middle" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We spent over a week at the cabin, so we were playing in the snow a lot.  The driveway for the cabin is perfect for sledding.  Dad even made it better by building the track to start up higher next to the cabin.  The kids went sledding, snow mobile riding, and made snow angels.  Tyson tried to surf down the hill, it wasn't a full success, but it made for a good laugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006249745030816230-4096552772337020067?l=thevanderlindens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/feeds/4096552772337020067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006249745030816230&amp;postID=4096552772337020067' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/4096552772337020067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/4096552772337020067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/2010/01/snow-bunnies.html' title='Snow bunnies!!'/><author><name>Jen VanderLinden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02949861449085548370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SKrbLaz2YiI/AAAAAAAAAKg/VQ-p7QoGkns/S220/IMG_3647.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/S0Pfa6NCpgI/AAAAAAAAAzo/pqXZ9etKCbo/s72-c/Christmas+091.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006249745030816230.post-48086557035017103</id><published>2010-01-05T16:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T16:47:44.534-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cousins</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/S0PcLk8W2SI/AAAAAAAAAzg/joSKcmsrLQY/s1600-h/pictures.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/S0PcLk8W2SI/AAAAAAAAAzg/joSKcmsrLQY/s400/pictures.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" border="0" alt="Posted by Picasa" align="middle" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" /&gt;We also got to spend the week with Tyson and his family. Emilee really enjoyed having a little girl to play with and Samantha loved to be around Emilee. However, the best of buds were Zane and Samantha. They had so much fun playing together. It was cute to watch them play and enjoy each other. Garrit loved that Uncle Tyson could figure out the new Wii game. It was great to spend some time with them, we usually only see them once or twice a year.  I love that my kids have cousins close to their age.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006249745030816230-48086557035017103?l=thevanderlindens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/feeds/48086557035017103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006249745030816230&amp;postID=48086557035017103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/48086557035017103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/48086557035017103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/2010/01/cousins.html' title='Cousins'/><author><name>Jen VanderLinden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02949861449085548370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SKrbLaz2YiI/AAAAAAAAAKg/VQ-p7QoGkns/S220/IMG_3647.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/S0PcLk8W2SI/AAAAAAAAAzg/joSKcmsrLQY/s72-c/pictures.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006249745030816230.post-2456977926756089219</id><published>2010-01-05T16:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T16:28:38.005-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/S0PVX3gB2UI/AAAAAAAAAzY/Fz6RQJ33uM0/s1600-h/Christmas+09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/S0PVX3gB2UI/AAAAAAAAAzY/Fz6RQJ33uM0/s400/Christmas+09.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" border="0" alt="Posted by Picasa" align="middle" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;wonderful&lt;/span&gt; Christmas.  It all started Christmas Eve.  We arrived at the cabin later then we &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;anticipated&lt;/span&gt; so things were pretty busy to get ready for the big day.  While we were eating dinner, the elves stopped by with a gift.  Yep, you got it, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;jammies&lt;/span&gt;.  I also got the best gift Christmas Eve, I got to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Skype&lt;/span&gt; my sister.  This was the first time I have been able to talk to her since she has been in Iraq.  To my surprise the kids went to bed no problem.  They saw on the computer that Santa was in Mexico making his way, so after Emilee read the &lt;em&gt;Night Before Christmas&lt;/em&gt;, they ran off to bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"&gt;Per Grandpa's instruction, the kids were not allowed to wake us up before 7 am.  At 7 on the dot, we got our wake up call.  Emilee &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;received&lt;/span&gt; big girl things like clothes, makeup, I-pod, and did I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;mention&lt;/span&gt; clothes.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Garrit&lt;/span&gt; got a RC car, a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nerf&lt;/span&gt; gun, and a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;DS&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Zaner&lt;/span&gt; favorite thing was cowboy guns that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Garrit&lt;/span&gt; picked out for him.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Krew&lt;/span&gt; got a play mat, which he really enjoys.  After playing with our new toys and having lunch we went to Park City and saw Alvin and the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Chipmunks&lt;/span&gt;.  It was a very good Christmas.  The spirit of Christmas really filled my heart this year and that is what it is all about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006249745030816230-2456977926756089219?l=thevanderlindens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/feeds/2456977926756089219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006249745030816230&amp;postID=2456977926756089219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/2456977926756089219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/2456977926756089219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/2010/01/christmas-day.html' title='Christmas Day'/><author><name>Jen VanderLinden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02949861449085548370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SKrbLaz2YiI/AAAAAAAAAKg/VQ-p7QoGkns/S220/IMG_3647.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/S0PVX3gB2UI/AAAAAAAAAzY/Fz6RQJ33uM0/s72-c/Christmas+09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006249745030816230.post-2669648678658022678</id><published>2010-01-04T09:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T09:49:05.329-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seeing Santa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/S0Io_StgaXI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/AaEslkdMI_s/s1600-h/IMG_1758.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422941969127074162" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/S0Io_StgaXI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/AaEslkdMI_s/s400/IMG_1758.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;While Grandpa and Grandma VanderLinden came to visit, we took the opportunity to go see Santa.  Zane was scared of Santa, who could blame him, the mall Santa is always a little scary.  Garrit had his list ready.  He wanted everything from Legos to a DS.  Emilee on the other hand did not know what she wanted.  Santa told her if you don't tell me, then on Christmas morning there will be a big box with nothing in it.  She finally came up with a couple of things.  And Mr. Krew just went with the flow.  Like always.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006249745030816230-2669648678658022678?l=thevanderlindens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/feeds/2669648678658022678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006249745030816230&amp;postID=2669648678658022678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/2669648678658022678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/2669648678658022678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/2010/01/seeing-santa.html' title='Seeing Santa'/><author><name>Jen VanderLinden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02949861449085548370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SKrbLaz2YiI/AAAAAAAAAKg/VQ-p7QoGkns/S220/IMG_3647.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/S0Io_StgaXI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/AaEslkdMI_s/s72-c/IMG_1758.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006249745030816230.post-1492538354071964624</id><published>2009-12-10T11:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T11:39:15.991-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 months old...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SyFLhELM23I/AAAAAAAAAzI/GqnB-XTtZpg/s1600-h/IMG_1709.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 214px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413691258504534898" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SyFLhELM23I/AAAAAAAAAzI/GqnB-XTtZpg/s320/IMG_1709.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and look what I can do....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SyFG4KeI0JI/AAAAAAAAAzA/riVzrTNhVmA/s1600-h/IMG_1708.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413686157773426834" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SyFG4KeI0JI/AAAAAAAAAzA/riVzrTNhVmA/s320/IMG_1708.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can suck my thumb. I like my thumb way better then my binkie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413685789050867394" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SyFGis31DsI/AAAAAAAAAy4/rJtJrIf0F0o/s400/IMG_1699.JPG" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;I can smile and laugh. I always have smiles for anyone who will talk to me. I am growing big. I now weigh 12 lbs and 13 ounces and I have grown to 23 inches. My mom is feeding me some good grub. I am doing great. I sleep good at night and am very happy. I can't wait to see what I learn to do in the next month.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006249745030816230-1492538354071964624?l=thevanderlindens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/feeds/1492538354071964624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006249745030816230&amp;postID=1492538354071964624' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/1492538354071964624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/1492538354071964624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/2009/12/2-months-old.html' title='2 months old...'/><author><name>Jen VanderLinden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02949861449085548370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SKrbLaz2YiI/AAAAAAAAAKg/VQ-p7QoGkns/S220/IMG_3647.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SyFLhELM23I/AAAAAAAAAzI/GqnB-XTtZpg/s72-c/IMG_1709.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006249745030816230.post-1805869407128525113</id><published>2009-12-10T10:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T11:03:03.077-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is good...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413684477101622226" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SyFFWVewQ9I/AAAAAAAAAyw/aQZmCx0ePNc/s400/IMG_1744.JPG" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SyFD9BgAbyI/AAAAAAAAAyg/xuz-2Y4_1L8/s1600-h/IMG_1730.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413682942729809698" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SyFD9BgAbyI/AAAAAAAAAyg/xuz-2Y4_1L8/s400/IMG_1730.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006249745030816230-1805869407128525113?l=thevanderlindens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/feeds/1805869407128525113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006249745030816230&amp;postID=1805869407128525113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/1805869407128525113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/1805869407128525113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/2009/12/life-is-good.html' title='Life is good...'/><author><name>Jen VanderLinden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02949861449085548370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SKrbLaz2YiI/AAAAAAAAAKg/VQ-p7QoGkns/S220/IMG_3647.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SyFFWVewQ9I/AAAAAAAAAyw/aQZmCx0ePNc/s72-c/IMG_1744.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006249745030816230.post-3805683456250445379</id><published>2009-12-10T10:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T10:50:30.748-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas preprations</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last Sunday was the First Presidencies Christmas message. What I got from it was that the prophet was saying simply, Christmas is about family, not the commerical aspect of the holiday. If you can't afford a big Christmas then don't have a big Christmas. It really reminded me not to get all caught up in the world and focus on my little family and what is best for us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We have been having a fun making our Christmas special. We started by taking the kids to go pick out a tree. This is a new thing for them, because we have a fake tree. Of course, it is in storage. It was not a long process, because I think with the wind chill it was below zero. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our next step was to make ornaments. We made popsicle snowflakes. We had glitter everywhere, but all the kids helped and had fun. We also made a special star for the top and added some candy canes.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413679148654327634" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SyFAgLd691I/AAAAAAAAAyQ/e8Owx1T6Oug/s400/IMG_1745.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Our little tree is done and it was picked and decorated with lots of fun, laughs, and love. These are the things the kids will remember. And of course, Christmas decorations are not complete without stockings.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413680582132438498" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SyFBznlvFeI/AAAAAAAAAyY/miXRTBwerXc/s400/IMG_1746.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;As I finished hanging the stockings and checking to see if the were even. I felt such a peace, all the stockings are now hung. I truly felt complete.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006249745030816230-3805683456250445379?l=thevanderlindens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/feeds/3805683456250445379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006249745030816230&amp;postID=3805683456250445379' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/3805683456250445379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/3805683456250445379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-preprations.html' title='Christmas preprations'/><author><name>Jen VanderLinden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02949861449085548370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SKrbLaz2YiI/AAAAAAAAAKg/VQ-p7QoGkns/S220/IMG_3647.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SyFAgLd691I/AAAAAAAAAyQ/e8Owx1T6Oug/s72-c/IMG_1745.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006249745030816230.post-9216634416427867753</id><published>2009-12-08T13:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T16:34:05.675-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Krew's Blessing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413025008815099378" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/Sx7tkOq6zfI/AAAAAAAAAyA/a7ZvkBcwJ_Y/s400/J%26S3.jpg" /&gt; While in Arizona we had the opportunity to bless Krew. It was a wonderful day. Symen and I along with my sister, Janette and her husband Jim went to a early session at the Mesa Temple. I am thankful for the opportunity I had to go and spend time in the temple with husband. To feel the love of Lord and to be spiritually recharged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We blessed Krew at home surround by family. (I consider the Ray's family too.) There was a lot of love in the room and it was great that my brother and father were there to share in the experience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Krew, you were blessed by your Dad, Uncle Jim, and Aaron Ray. These are great men and wonderful examples of priesthood holders. Follow there examples. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You have a sweet, calm spirit about you. Just by holding you, I feel the world melt away and your peace fills my body. When I found out that I was pregnant with you, so many worries filled my mind. Now that you are here I know why you were sent to me now. You are my reminder on what my life here on this earth is about. Its about you, your siblings, and your dad. Family. I know with all my heart that we are eternal family and that alone blesses me beyond my needs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You are loved by a Father in Heaven. He will be there for you every step of your life, he is there to bless you, comfort you, and guide you. All you need to do is ask. You are loved by so many. You were blessed to come into a very close family. They will all be there for you. I will always do whatever I can to help you, guide you, and I will always love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You have taught me; Blessing don't come when I want them, the come when I need them. And that Heavenly Father always knows when you need them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/Sx7Jr35W4tI/AAAAAAAAAx4/ubkAj25Z70o/s1600-h/Crew3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412985557721998034" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/Sx7Jr35W4tI/AAAAAAAAAx4/ubkAj25Z70o/s400/Crew3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006249745030816230-9216634416427867753?l=thevanderlindens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/feeds/9216634416427867753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006249745030816230&amp;postID=9216634416427867753' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/9216634416427867753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/9216634416427867753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/2009/12/krews-blessing.html' title='Krew&apos;s Blessing'/><author><name>Jen VanderLinden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02949861449085548370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SKrbLaz2YiI/AAAAAAAAAKg/VQ-p7QoGkns/S220/IMG_3647.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/Sx7tkOq6zfI/AAAAAAAAAyA/a7ZvkBcwJ_Y/s72-c/J%26S3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006249745030816230.post-7586062742834746784</id><published>2009-11-08T15:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T20:49:16.712-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Krew is already trying to tell me something...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-e4fb6c68a9f3244b" 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" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006249745030816230&amp;postID=7586062742834746784' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/7586062742834746784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/7586062742834746784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/2009/11/krews-already-trying-to-tell-me.html' title='Krew is already trying to tell me something...'/><author><name>Jen VanderLinden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02949861449085548370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SKrbLaz2YiI/AAAAAAAAAKg/VQ-p7QoGkns/S220/IMG_3647.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006249745030816230.post-1634824744413231264</id><published>2009-11-08T15:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T15:56:07.127-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday bagels..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SvdZDx5HBcI/AAAAAAAAAxs/Yd5KjGhMN00/s1600-h/IMG_2496.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401884199521551810" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SvdZDx5HBcI/AAAAAAAAAxs/Yd5KjGhMN00/s400/IMG_2496.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As I grew closer and closer to my due date with Krew, my doctors appointments went from every 2 week to every week. My appointments were always Wednesday mornings at 9:00 am. I would take the kids to school then only have a few minutes before my appointment, so Zane and I would go and have orange juice and a bagel. We did this for the last month of my pregnancy. Zane has always been a mama's boy and being able to spend the one on one time with him, before Krew came was great. I really enjoyed the time I spent with him, just me and him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006249745030816230-1634824744413231264?l=thevanderlindens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/feeds/1634824744413231264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006249745030816230&amp;postID=1634824744413231264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/1634824744413231264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/1634824744413231264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/2009/11/wednesday-bagels.html' title='Wednesday bagels..'/><author><name>Jen VanderLinden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02949861449085548370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SKrbLaz2YiI/AAAAAAAAAKg/VQ-p7QoGkns/S220/IMG_3647.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SvdZDx5HBcI/AAAAAAAAAxs/Yd5KjGhMN00/s72-c/IMG_2496.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006249745030816230.post-542043990054084271</id><published>2009-11-08T14:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T15:47:11.239-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dentist...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I took the kids to the dentist a couple of weeks before Krew was due. To my surprise all the kids did great. This was Zanes first trip to the dentist, he sat there and got he teeth cleaned and even allowed them to take x-rays. The hygienist was very impressed, and so was I. Emilee and Garrit did not have any cavities and Zane had 2 cavities. As the dentist was talking with my about Zane's cavities Emilee had to tell the Dentist her thoughts on way he had the cavities. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"He has cavities because he stays home with my mom all day and they eat Oreos."&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401868929774283282" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SvdLK9pqahI/AAAAAAAAAxk/mvvmNPyVsmo/s400/IMG_2492.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So a few weeks later, Zane had to go back to the dentist to have his cavities filled. They sedate the kids to do this. They gave him this drink and told me in about 10 minutes he would start to stumble and start get loopy. Around minute 8 I thought there is no way this kid is going to slow down. Then out of blue he couldn't walk or talk. I tried to have sit in my lap but he would not stay. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Mom- "Buddy, stay in my lap because you can't walk."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Zane- "Yes, I can mom."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Then he got off my lap took 2 steps and fell down. It was so funny to watch him. After his appointment I took him to get a doughnut, because he couldn't eat breakfast. He had a hard time eating it and actually he had a hard time holding on to it. He dropped the first one.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-93030508180778be" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D93030508180778be%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331354614%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3605C7F5467C0F1EC461A3A307361B844BDDD590.4005DC1374A5F7A7EDDA705B6727446098CC265%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D93030508180778be%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DoOndwb_D7hg_vatZZ5RssMa52vo&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D93030508180778be%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331354614%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3605C7F5467C0F1EC461A3A307361B844BDDD590.4005DC1374A5F7A7EDDA705B6727446098CC265%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D93030508180778be%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DoOndwb_D7hg_vatZZ5RssMa52vo&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;Here is video of him when we got home trying eat his doughnut.  The poor kid was out of it.  However, he never fell asleep.  In about a hour he was back to his normal self.    &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006249745030816230-542043990054084271?l=thevanderlindens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/feeds/542043990054084271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006249745030816230&amp;postID=542043990054084271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/542043990054084271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/542043990054084271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/2009/11/dentist.html' title='Dentist...'/><author><name>Jen VanderLinden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02949861449085548370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SKrbLaz2YiI/AAAAAAAAAKg/VQ-p7QoGkns/S220/IMG_3647.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SvdLK9pqahI/AAAAAAAAAxk/mvvmNPyVsmo/s72-c/IMG_2492.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006249745030816230.post-7422469414596874931</id><published>2009-11-04T09:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T09:42:53.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SvG4mMobXFI/AAAAAAAAAxc/hGWxDFPfQpk/s1600-h/IMG_1533.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400300394559265874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SvG4mMobXFI/AAAAAAAAAxc/hGWxDFPfQpk/s400/IMG_1533.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We had a great Halloween this year. We loaded up the kiddos and headed up to Idaho, to spend Halloween with the Webers (Junior's boss or other family). We got up there on Friday evening. We went out to dinner with the whole gang. It was great the kids played with the Weber's grandkids and Krew got passed around so, Junior and I were able to eat with both hands and not have any kids bugging us. Emilee went and had a sleepover with the girls and the boys had a sleepover at the Webers. On Saturday morning Barbra made a great breakfast for us and the kids continued to play. Junior and I went to lunch and the kids played all day with their new friends. That evening we got all dressed and ready for the night. This year for Halloween Emilee wanted to be a bride, Garrit a ghost, Zane a tiger, and Krew was skeleton . After we were all ready we went to the church for the trunker-treat. The kids really enjoyed it. They went around a couple of time and filled their buckets. We then went back to the house for a dinner, games, and scary stories. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The kids loved their time up there. They played and played all weekend. It was so nice that had friends to play with and thing to entertain them. Mr. Krew never hit the floor.  So, Junior and I got so time to relax.  It was a nice weekend for us all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006249745030816230-7422469414596874931?l=thevanderlindens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/feeds/7422469414596874931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006249745030816230&amp;postID=7422469414596874931' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/7422469414596874931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/7422469414596874931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/2009/11/halloween.html' title='Halloween!'/><author><name>Jen VanderLinden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02949861449085548370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SKrbLaz2YiI/AAAAAAAAAKg/VQ-p7QoGkns/S220/IMG_3647.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SvG4mMobXFI/AAAAAAAAAxc/hGWxDFPfQpk/s72-c/IMG_1533.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006249745030816230.post-4845762802539158480</id><published>2009-11-04T08:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T09:14:24.134-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thrush!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SvGzX8jy69I/AAAAAAAAAxU/uA6DsJlXyGU/s1600-h/IMG_1582.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400294652168563666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SvGzX8jy69I/AAAAAAAAAxU/uA6DsJlXyGU/s400/IMG_1582.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Krew and I have thrush.  It is common in nursing, it is fungal infection, kinda like a yeast infection.  Anyways, it HURTS to nurse and luckily Krew is not being effected by it.  However, it was recommend that the fastest way to get rid of it was this stuff called Gentian Violet.  I am to put it on my breast then when he nurses he gets some in his mouth where his white patches are.  What she didn't tell me is that it turns my son purple!  Its a dye so he will be purple for a couple of days.  Oh well, we have started might as well keep going.  Whatever it takes to get this gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006249745030816230-4845762802539158480?l=thevanderlindens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/feeds/4845762802539158480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006249745030816230&amp;postID=4845762802539158480' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/4845762802539158480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/4845762802539158480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/2009/11/thrush.html' title='Thrush!!'/><author><name>Jen VanderLinden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02949861449085548370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SKrbLaz2YiI/AAAAAAAAAKg/VQ-p7QoGkns/S220/IMG_3647.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SvGzX8jy69I/AAAAAAAAAxU/uA6DsJlXyGU/s72-c/IMG_1582.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006249745030816230.post-5162031096239597757</id><published>2009-10-14T19:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T19:27:55.052-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/StaFwfXGhsI/AAAAAAAAAxE/lMs-phetWss/s1600-h/IMG_1466.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392644671921358530" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/StaFwfXGhsI/AAAAAAAAAxE/lMs-phetWss/s400/IMG_1466.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mr. Krew is home and things are settling in to place. He is a great baby, however, the last two nights he has been up all night. But Symen and my mom have been a great help. I stay up as long as possible then I pass him off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Krew has been such a blessing in our home. He has such a calm and peaceful spirit about him. He reminds me to slow down and enjoy the small things. Things might be crazy around our house but someday it will be quiet and all I have is the memories of the chaos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006249745030816230-5162031096239597757?l=thevanderlindens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/feeds/5162031096239597757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006249745030816230&amp;postID=5162031096239597757' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/5162031096239597757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/5162031096239597757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/2009/10/mr.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen VanderLinden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02949861449085548370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SKrbLaz2YiI/AAAAAAAAAKg/VQ-p7QoGkns/S220/IMG_3647.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/StaFwfXGhsI/AAAAAAAAAxE/lMs-phetWss/s72-c/IMG_1466.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006249745030816230.post-262191685744389082</id><published>2009-10-12T05:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T05:38:47.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sneezy</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-5558fb30d08ed9f4" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D5558fb30d08ed9f4%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331354614%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D42CCF0C53AD2B8209CB85FF89F858D5439A4DC4.6681C5F0A98D136309A773D05BB8C27AC3F67D64%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5558fb30d08ed9f4%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D-x1CDZbDMk-sc1VJtKeAvnsQNJQ&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D5558fb30d08ed9f4%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331354614%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D42CCF0C53AD2B8209CB85FF89F858D5439A4DC4.6681C5F0A98D136309A773D05BB8C27AC3F67D64%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5558fb30d08ed9f4%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D-x1CDZbDMk-sc1VJtKeAvnsQNJQ&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Krew is doing great.  Early last night he found his voice.  I got the camera out to capture his little sounds and instead I got him sneezing.  The sounds that come from him are the sweetest.  He has not really cried yet, however, he does let his option known when needs to eat.  I heard that at 5:30 this morning.  He is sweet little guy.  And I am loving having the one on one time with him in the hospital.  I know once I get home I have to fight 3 little kids that are going to want to have their time with him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006249745030816230-262191685744389082?l=thevanderlindens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/feeds/262191685744389082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006249745030816230&amp;postID=262191685744389082' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/262191685744389082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/262191685744389082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/2009/10/sneezy.html' title='Sneezy'/><author><name>Jen VanderLinden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02949861449085548370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SKrbLaz2YiI/AAAAAAAAAKg/VQ-p7QoGkns/S220/IMG_3647.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006249745030816230.post-5947997941510308117</id><published>2009-10-11T07:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T10:04:53.355-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to the world...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Krew Micheal VanderLinden. He arrived October 10th at 2:38pm. Tipping the scales at 8 lbs 14 ounces and 21 inches long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 309px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391344820685974194" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/StHnjMKhKrI/AAAAAAAAAv8/yir_li41QWo/s400/krew.JPG" /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391388950528210786" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/StIPr4ozN2I/AAAAAAAAAw8/03rlnLU7Uy8/s400/IMG_1427.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;I woke up Saturday morning about 3:30 am with contractions. I could tell that these contractions were not false labour again. I called my mom in AZ and gave her the heads up that today was going to be baby day. My contractions were coming every 3 minutes until about 6. They slowed down just enough to allow me a little power nap. At around 7 the kids were up and Symen was making them pancakes. We headed to hospital and checked in at 10:10.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;To my surprise I was already dilated to a 6. Symen, Leah, and Tracee were all there with me. They were great coaches. They helped stay relaxed and focused. Without them I would not have been able to go naturally, which is something I really wanted to do. Things were going along great and when he was ready to come, he came. Two pushes and he was here. My sister who is in OK doing some training before she goes to Iraq was able to Skype in. She actually got see the baby before me. It was great that she was able to share my delivery with me. My mom, arrived shortly after around 4:00 pm. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;He is so cute, he looks like Garrit and Zane mixed together. And man a live does this boy have hair. He has a full head of black hair. This would explain my bottle a week of Tums. Also, to no surprise he is a good eater.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391353117280755106" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/StHvGHY23aI/AAAAAAAAAwk/hiXjt9hNvR4/s400/IMG_1442.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391378665891243634" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/StIGVPYRJnI/AAAAAAAAAw0/b6GUftiuuLE/s400/IMG_1446.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391354288604962466" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/StHwKS6T3qI/AAAAAAAAAws/Lsn_r5aq-wQ/s400/IMG_1447.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;The kids are excited that Krew is finally here. &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391351254194481858" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/StHtZq2easI/AAAAAAAAAwc/2XXH0IC2RRE/s400/IMG_1448.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;So, here we are one big happy family. There is a sweet peace in knowing that my family is complete, that all my angles are here for me to love. I have a wonderful family and I am truly blessed by loving Heavenly Father.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;P.S. I am doing great and I am feeling wonderful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006249745030816230-5947997941510308117?l=thevanderlindens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/feeds/5947997941510308117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006249745030816230&amp;postID=5947997941510308117' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/5947997941510308117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/5947997941510308117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/2009/10/welcome-to-world.html' title='Welcome to the world...'/><author><name>Jen VanderLinden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02949861449085548370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SKrbLaz2YiI/AAAAAAAAAKg/VQ-p7QoGkns/S220/IMG_3647.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/StHnjMKhKrI/AAAAAAAAAv8/yir_li41QWo/s72-c/krew.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006249745030816230.post-8100024611809865709</id><published>2009-10-08T14:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T15:07:30.515-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things never slow down.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here I am only 4 days away from my due date and Emilee has a cold (which she is almost over)and Zaner is throwing up.  So, I am asking all of you to put out positive thoughts out and prayers that Zane is only suffering from a 24 hour stomach bug. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My doctor appointment yesterday was uneventful.  Nothing has changed.  Yesterday that bumbed me out, today I think it is good news.  Lets keep him in until the rest of family is healthy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006249745030816230-8100024611809865709?l=thevanderlindens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/feeds/8100024611809865709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006249745030816230&amp;postID=8100024611809865709' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/8100024611809865709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/8100024611809865709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/2009/10/things-never-slow-down.html' title='Things never slow down.'/><author><name>Jen VanderLinden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02949861449085548370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SKrbLaz2YiI/AAAAAAAAAKg/VQ-p7QoGkns/S220/IMG_3647.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006249745030816230.post-5305392220221799759</id><published>2009-10-05T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T11:58:56.242-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dry Run...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yesterday while watching conference, I started have some contractions.  About 5 hours later they were 5 minutes apart.  So, we packed up and headed to the hospital.  By the time we got there I was in a good pattern.  As soon as they hooked me up to the monitors, they stopped.  Not just slowed down, they completely stopped.  They soon started up and again and Symen and I started walking the halls.  After walking the halls and waiting for the doctor, who happen to be there doing a c-section, the contractions were 2 minutes apart and back pains were kicking in.  I really thought we would be having a baby.   However, my cervix did not change.  It has been the same for the last two weeks.  So, we decided to go home and get some sleep.  I was positive we would be back.  However, to my surprise I woke up this morning and no contractions.  False Labour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So to no surprise this little guy is happy right were he is at.  I am feeling good today, however, I am a little tired from the lack of sleep.  But other than that, all is well.  I will keep you up to date.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006249745030816230-5305392220221799759?l=thevanderlindens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/feeds/5305392220221799759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006249745030816230&amp;postID=5305392220221799759' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/5305392220221799759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/5305392220221799759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/2009/10/dry-run.html' title='Dry Run...'/><author><name>Jen VanderLinden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02949861449085548370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SKrbLaz2YiI/AAAAAAAAAKg/VQ-p7QoGkns/S220/IMG_3647.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006249745030816230.post-5309287903096181161</id><published>2009-10-01T09:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T09:47:40.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pregnancy Update...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SsTZ2IW6c6I/AAAAAAAAAv0/al0yh5DtMSw/s1600-h/IMG_2470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387670578221708194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SsTZ2IW6c6I/AAAAAAAAAv0/al0yh5DtMSw/s400/IMG_2470.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well here I am in my 38th week of pregnancy.  According to the doctor this little guy is very happy were he is at.  He still has not dropped and I am only about 1 or 2 cm dilated.  I have a feeling that he is like his older brother, Zane.  That kid never dropped until I was in full labor and dilated to a 5.  But I am in no hurry to have him.  My mom does not come up until the 13th. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This has been a good pregnancy for me.  I don't feel as big as I look, so that is good.  But now I understand why when I ask "how do I look?" the response is "You look very pregnant."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All is well and he will be here soon.  His cradle, changing table, and cloths are all ready for him.  Everyday, Emilee asks "are you going to the hospital today?"  The kids are very excited to meet their baby brother and so am I.  The count down has started and I will keep you updated on Krew's arrival.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006249745030816230-5309287903096181161?l=thevanderlindens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/feeds/5309287903096181161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006249745030816230&amp;postID=5309287903096181161' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/5309287903096181161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/5309287903096181161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/2009/10/pregnancy-update.html' title='Pregnancy Update...'/><author><name>Jen VanderLinden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02949861449085548370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SKrbLaz2YiI/AAAAAAAAAKg/VQ-p7QoGkns/S220/IMG_3647.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SsTZ2IW6c6I/AAAAAAAAAv0/al0yh5DtMSw/s72-c/IMG_2470.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006249745030816230.post-3005184347844327120</id><published>2009-09-28T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T09:32:05.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Showered with love....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SsDpTY5gakI/AAAAAAAAAvs/qmctSjdr7BI/s1600-h/IMG_2471.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386561673645550146" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SsDpTY5gakI/AAAAAAAAAvs/qmctSjdr7BI/s400/IMG_2471.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Saturday, my girlfriends from Heber came down to shower Krew and I with love and fun. We started our day getting pedicures. It was great because we were all in one room and were able to chat and laugh. Even at the age of 30 we were told we were being kind of loud for the salon. Seriously, what do expect when you get 5 women together.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SsDobF5Q9zI/AAAAAAAAAvM/RF31MEkciMs/s1600-h/IMG_2469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386560706471589682" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SsDobF5Q9zI/AAAAAAAAAvM/RF31MEkciMs/s400/IMG_2469.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SsDo33z4WoI/AAAAAAAAAvc/DBkvPpi26-Y/s1600-h/IMG_2472.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386561200907115138" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SsDo33z4WoI/AAAAAAAAAvc/DBkvPpi26-Y/s400/IMG_2472.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After our pedicures, we did a little shopping. I found a cute little Halloween costume for Krew, I will post that later. After shopping we headed downtown Salt Lake to Bennihanna for lunch. Oh my goodness, I was in heaven. I have come to the stage in my pregnancy were I am not a fan of eating, well because there is no room. However, the food was awesome and even had some sushi. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SsDpGrPMcwI/AAAAAAAAAvk/IA8oFSXkR4U/s1600-h/IMG_2473.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386561455230055170" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SsDpGrPMcwI/AAAAAAAAAvk/IA8oFSXkR4U/s400/IMG_2473.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After our lunch we walked to the conference center, to attend the Relief Society Broadcast. This was my first time going to a conference. It was amazing. The Spirit that the Prophet brings in the room with him is unbelievable. The talks were great and I left feeling uplifted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a great day spending time with my friends and enjoy the company of great women and getting some cute outfits for Krew. It was great to take the time for me before my little man arrives. &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/3006249745030816230-3005184347844327120?l=thevanderlindens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/feeds/3005184347844327120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006249745030816230&amp;postID=3005184347844327120' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/3005184347844327120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/3005184347844327120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/2009/09/showered-with-love.html' title='Showered with love....'/><author><name>Jen VanderLinden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02949861449085548370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SKrbLaz2YiI/AAAAAAAAAKg/VQ-p7QoGkns/S220/IMG_3647.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SsDpTY5gakI/AAAAAAAAAvs/qmctSjdr7BI/s72-c/IMG_2471.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006249745030816230.post-1294310953869056349</id><published>2009-09-28T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T09:44:38.562-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Backing up...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SsDlaqJBtPI/AAAAAAAAAvE/Ewy0RB8C0mw/s1600-h/IMG_2296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386557400486622450" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SsDlaqJBtPI/AAAAAAAAAvE/Ewy0RB8C0mw/s400/IMG_2296.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; To the Heber Derby.  It is sad to sad to say but I can't remember when we went to the derby.  I do remember it was during our 2 week move.  However, it was one of the highlights of the summer.   This year once again we had the threat of rain.  Luckily, it never came.  Probably, because I was prepared this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SsDlP8OQoPI/AAAAAAAAAu8/uDhqLnlcwqU/s1600-h/IMG_2295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386557216361849074" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SsDlP8OQoPI/AAAAAAAAAu8/uDhqLnlcwqU/s400/IMG_2295.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Zane loved it.  His favorite part was the tractors.  "Mom, look at that big tractor."  He loved watching them clean up and move cars around, which is good because this year it seem like it took forever in between rounds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SsDlDcpHYqI/AAAAAAAAAu0/sQVKsJzj3mA/s1600-h/IMG_2294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386557001726124706" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SsDlDcpHYqI/AAAAAAAAAu0/sQVKsJzj3mA/s400/IMG_2294.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Garrit loved watching the cars crash.  They would come out and he would pick his favorite and make everyone else pick too.  To my surprise, he usually picked the winner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SsDk4pEOZCI/AAAAAAAAAus/rQdxn9zlKaw/s1600-h/IMG_2293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386556816082494498" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SsDk4pEOZCI/AAAAAAAAAus/rQdxn9zlKaw/s400/IMG_2293.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We all had a great time at the derby this year.  There were a couple of people they brought the ambulance in for, which added to the kids excitement.  It was a fun time and hopefully we can go again next year.&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/3006249745030816230-1294310953869056349?l=thevanderlindens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/feeds/1294310953869056349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006249745030816230&amp;postID=1294310953869056349' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/1294310953869056349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/1294310953869056349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/2009/09/backing-up.html' title='Backing up...'/><author><name>Jen VanderLinden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02949861449085548370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SKrbLaz2YiI/AAAAAAAAAKg/VQ-p7QoGkns/S220/IMG_3647.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SsDlaqJBtPI/AAAAAAAAAvE/Ewy0RB8C0mw/s72-c/IMG_2296.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006249745030816230.post-2739721232405814317</id><published>2009-09-13T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T08:30:30.989-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Labor Day...Lake Powell</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We rented a camper and loaded up the family and headed down to Halls Crossing. The kids were so excited about staying in the camper we could of just rented a camper and left it in the driveway for the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381139955512061586" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/Sq2mR271LpI/AAAAAAAAAtc/dWSAjM3Xm8s/s400/IMG_1319.JPG" /&gt; The kids loved sitting in the front of the boat and feeling the wind on their face. They were like dogs hanging their heads out a window. The would scream and say "go faster, Dad". Unfortunately, the result from them in the front of the boat was wind chapped faces. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We spent the days on the lake, then we would go back to the camper for dinner, movie, and bed. Symen took the kids tubing and hydro sliding. The first day I am not sure who was more tired. The kids or Dad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Emilee, tried everything. She was able to pull herself up on the hydro slide, water ski, and she even tried to wake board. I think next year will be the year for the wake board.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Garrit, loved to swim off the back of the boat. He would just jump in and out all day. We did eventually get him on the hydro slide and the tub. He had fun, but wasn't thrilled to do it again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Zane did everything we would let him. He went on the tub and the hydro slide with Dad. He loved every minute of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We had some friends that parked their boat at a beach, so everyday we would go to the beach and have some lunch and play in the sand.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/Sq2jyvg3YYI/AAAAAAAAAtU/vXD-1XVuNXY/s1600-h/IMG_1356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381137221920711042" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/Sq2jyvg3YYI/AAAAAAAAAtU/vXD-1XVuNXY/s400/IMG_1356.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Symen took the kids for a little hike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381142946347126578" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/Sq2o_8qejzI/AAAAAAAAAtk/R5S1zh3f05M/s400/IMG_1329.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Dad and Emilee on the hydro-slide. I laughed so hard watching these two, I thought I was going to go into labor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381143662276063394" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/Sq2ppntPMKI/AAAAAAAAAt0/jWkKYjZUSv0/s400/IMG_1352.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Garrit and Dad on the hydro-slide. Is that a smile I see on Garrit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381143327700400994" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/Sq2pWJULu2I/AAAAAAAAAts/SDQtsGlNzSo/s400/IMG_1347.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Things went more smoothly with Zaner. Zane is loving it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hanging out at the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/Sq2qzdR_Z0I/AAAAAAAAAuM/oqMNJm9sL5Y/s1600-h/IMG_1363.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 267px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381144930787747650" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/Sq2qzdR_Z0I/AAAAAAAAAuM/oqMNJm9sL5Y/s400/IMG_1363.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/Sq2qP8sIujI/AAAAAAAAAuE/HvzXPK3diF4/s1600-h/IMG_1362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381144320743619122" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/Sq2qP8sIujI/AAAAAAAAAuE/HvzXPK3diF4/s400/IMG_1362.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/Sq2qzdR_Z0I/AAAAAAAAAuM/oqMNJm9sL5Y/s1600-h/IMG_1363.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381143991139616770" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/Sq2p8w0ayAI/AAAAAAAAAt8/rTct-6egss4/s400/IMG_1360.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/Sq2rHKT1C4I/AAAAAAAAAuU/8ZpwxRkADik/s1600-h/IMG_1367.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 267px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381145269292567426" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/Sq2rHKT1C4I/AAAAAAAAAuU/8ZpwxRkADik/s400/IMG_1367.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/Sq2r8vCfAJI/AAAAAAAAAuk/XJ6osjyDtnU/s1600-h/IMG_1373.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 267px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381146189684998290" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/Sq2r8vCfAJI/AAAAAAAAAuk/XJ6osjyDtnU/s400/IMG_1373.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Poor Garrit, the kid is so skinny, his pants would not stay up at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We had such a great time. It was good to spend some time together as a family, before things get turned upside down with the baby coming. As a kid Symen would go to Lake Powell with his family, he really enjoyed sharing this with his kids. I can't wait for next year when I will look good in a bath suit and be able to ski and play with the rest of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/3006249745030816230-2739721232405814317?l=thevanderlindens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/feeds/2739721232405814317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006249745030816230&amp;postID=2739721232405814317' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/2739721232405814317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/2739721232405814317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/2009/09/labor-daylake-powell.html' title='Labor Day...Lake Powell'/><author><name>Jen VanderLinden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02949861449085548370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SKrbLaz2YiI/AAAAAAAAAKg/VQ-p7QoGkns/S220/IMG_3647.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/Sq2mR271LpI/AAAAAAAAAtc/dWSAjM3Xm8s/s72-c/IMG_1319.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006249745030816230.post-1260257352060298286</id><published>2009-08-20T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T20:51:13.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Days of Summer!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here are some of the fun things that we have been up to this summer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/So18F9QXXVI/AAAAAAAAAs8/w93vbI9yjss/s1600-h/IMG_1155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372086372307262802" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/So18F9QXXVI/AAAAAAAAAs8/w93vbI9yjss/s320/IMG_1155.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Robin and Tyson sent the kids a slippin &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/So166aZ6KvI/AAAAAAAAAss/DRDxBTGZnsg/s1600-h/IMG_1140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372085074461862642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/So166aZ6KvI/AAAAAAAAAss/DRDxBTGZnsg/s320/IMG_1140.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;slide for their birthdays. The kids had a lot of fun playing on it this summer. It was fun to watch them, it reminded me of when I was a kid and we would set up the slippin slide in the yard and Justin and I would spend hours out there. Zane thought that it also doubled as a drinking foun&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/So17e23GkLI/AAAAAAAAAs0/QJdcCl8CIgI/s1600-h/IMG_1153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372085700575793330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/So17e23GkLI/AAAAAAAAAs0/QJdcCl8CIgI/s320/IMG_1153.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;tain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We also took the kids up to Snowbird, a local ski resort. They went down the Alpine slide and did the air trampoline.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/So190IwODkI/AAAAAAAAAtE/43zmu6YxI9Q/s1600-h/IMG_1178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372088265179270722" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/So190IwODkI/AAAAAAAAAtE/43zmu6YxI9Q/s320/IMG_1178.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Emilee was finally old enough to go down by herself. She was coming down at a good speed. The girl has no fear.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/So1_NcePX8I/AAAAAAAAAtM/hKWvO1NmyF4/s1600-h/IMG_1204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372089799480926146" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/So1_NcePX8I/AAAAAAAAAtM/hKWvO1NmyF4/s320/IMG_1204.JPG" border="0" /&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/3006249745030816230-1260257352060298286?l=thevanderlindens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/feeds/1260257352060298286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006249745030816230&amp;postID=1260257352060298286' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/1260257352060298286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/1260257352060298286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/2009/08/days-of-summer.html' title='Days of Summer!'/><author><name>Jen VanderLinden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02949861449085548370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SKrbLaz2YiI/AAAAAAAAAKg/VQ-p7QoGkns/S220/IMG_3647.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/So18F9QXXVI/AAAAAAAAAs8/w93vbI9yjss/s72-c/IMG_1155.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006249745030816230.post-777571100007975422</id><published>2009-08-14T10:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T10:55:53.235-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is only a test.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-9569fc5654bb80b9" 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://v12.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9569fc5654bb80b9%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331354614%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D859F7B40BF302A6F166C3FF3EE542CC801F873A3.4A06681031A40C6170A0627FB648A5A60B77A031%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9569fc5654bb80b9%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DqHrCzNl7Qe-bozu6mjwdkXmIxj0&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://v12.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9569fc5654bb80b9%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331354614%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D859F7B40BF302A6F166C3FF3EE542CC801F873A3.4A06681031A40C6170A0627FB648A5A60B77A031%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9569fc5654bb80b9%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DqHrCzNl7Qe-bozu6mjwdkXmIxj0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;I got a new flip video camera and I am trying to figure out how to put the video on my blog.  So that way you can see the gang.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006249745030816230-777571100007975422?l=thevanderlindens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=9569fc5654bb80b9&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/feeds/777571100007975422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006249745030816230&amp;postID=777571100007975422' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/777571100007975422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/777571100007975422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/2009/08/this-is-only-test.html' title='This is only a test.'/><author><name>Jen VanderLinden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02949861449085548370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SKrbLaz2YiI/AAAAAAAAAKg/VQ-p7QoGkns/S220/IMG_3647.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006249745030816230.post-1983805045747334498</id><published>2009-08-12T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T11:18:46.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;A lot has happened in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;VanderLinden&lt;/span&gt; household in the last few weeks. First, we rented out our house in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Heber&lt;/span&gt; and moved. We put our house up for rent Thursday night, had a contract by Friday, and had to be out in 2 weeks. We are now living with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Symen&lt;/span&gt; and Tracee, in West Jordan. It was hard to leave our perfect &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Heber&lt;/span&gt;, however, the Lord has blessed so much that it is hard to be sad. During our 2 week move, Emilee started school in West Jordan (they go year round here) so we had a crazy last week of going back and forth to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Heber&lt;/span&gt; around school schedules.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369473426131661106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SoQzoeN6MTI/AAAAAAAAArs/J2uKh3ffONg/s320/IMG_1159.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Emilee is off to 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; grade. I seriously have no idea when that girl grew up. She is so full of life, she wants to do everything and not miss out on one thing life has to offer her. She lives for now and enjoys every minute of day. She is a amazing girl, the world is hers for the taking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SoQ0NyO0ALI/AAAAAAAAAr0/BGb9yquOu-Y/s1600-h/IMG_1208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369474067159318706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SoQ0NyO0ALI/AAAAAAAAAr0/BGb9yquOu-Y/s320/IMG_1208.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Garrit&lt;/span&gt; started kindergarten. Yes, my little man is off to school. The day before &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;school&lt;/span&gt; started &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Garrit&lt;/span&gt; had his &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SoQ0pR0niTI/AAAAAAAAAr8/B4KwrRG1_84/s1600-h/IMG_1209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369474539495852338" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SoQ0pR0niTI/AAAAAAAAAr8/B4KwrRG1_84/s320/IMG_1209.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;kindergarten &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;assessment&lt;/span&gt;. He came out and said "Mom, I pretty much know everything. Kindergarten is going to be so easy." The first day of school &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Symen&lt;/span&gt; was a little worried that he might not go to school as easily as Emilee did. However, he was excited and ready to go. As we walked closer to his classroom he got a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;quieter&lt;/span&gt; and a little closer to me. I asked "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Garrit&lt;/span&gt;, are you nervous?" he said "No, Mom." I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;reassured&lt;/span&gt; him that he was going to have so much fun and that he got to play on the playground. And as soon as he saw the playground he was gone. The only tears shed that day were from Mom. He is so fun to be around, he is our little family clown and lover. He always has a smile and I love you for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SoQ11IDehaI/AAAAAAAAAsE/CxI3UapgIOA/s1600-h/IMG_1186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369475842543879586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SoQ11IDehaI/AAAAAAAAAsE/CxI3UapgIOA/s320/IMG_1186.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Zane is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;officially&lt;/span&gt; potty trained. I would not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;recommend&lt;/span&gt; trying to potty train while moving and being pregnant. However, he caught on quick. He is getting bigger and bigger everyday. He has a hard time every morning when we take the kids to school, he does not understand why he can't go to school also. He loves to be with his sister and brother. Zane is my buddy, he repeats a lot of my sayings. One night at dinner he asked for strawberry milk, I said "Sorry, buddy we are all out." He hung his head and said "For the love." Zane is so fun, everyone that meets him, just loves him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Symen&lt;/span&gt;, is doing good. Now that the move is over, things are starting to settle into place. He now is able be to home from work in time for dinner and homework. I love having him home, I didn't realize how much I missed having him be part of our night time &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;routine&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As for me I am doing good. I am heading into my 32&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; week of pregnancy. I am feeling really good. I am getting excited about our little guy coming soon. I am having a hard time believing that I will have a newborn and going through all the stages again. It will be great, I want to enjoy it as much as possible because &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he will be my last baby. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Things have been crazy the last few weeks for us, however, we are doing great. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006249745030816230-1983805045747334498?l=thevanderlindens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/feeds/1983805045747334498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006249745030816230&amp;postID=1983805045747334498' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/1983805045747334498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/1983805045747334498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/2009/08/update.html' title='Update!'/><author><name>Jen VanderLinden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02949861449085548370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SKrbLaz2YiI/AAAAAAAAAKg/VQ-p7QoGkns/S220/IMG_3647.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SoQzoeN6MTI/AAAAAAAAArs/J2uKh3ffONg/s72-c/IMG_1159.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006249745030816230.post-2140253192526035059</id><published>2009-07-21T16:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T16:46:12.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, Happy Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Zane is potty trained&lt;/span&gt;.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We have been working on this little task for 4 days now.  Today he woke up dry and has been telling me when he needs to go to the bathroom.  We even were in the car and he had to go.  He was able to hold it until we got to a bathroom.  My little man is no longer a baby, he is now a  little kid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006249745030816230-2140253192526035059?l=thevanderlindens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/feeds/2140253192526035059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006249745030816230&amp;postID=2140253192526035059' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/2140253192526035059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/2140253192526035059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/2009/07/oh-happy-day.html' title='Oh, Happy Day!'/><author><name>Jen VanderLinden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02949861449085548370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SKrbLaz2YiI/AAAAAAAAAKg/VQ-p7QoGkns/S220/IMG_3647.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006249745030816230.post-6419802668300819638</id><published>2009-07-16T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T10:03:42.541-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lavender Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359097733972979330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/Sl9W_s4PboI/AAAAAAAAAq0/lwNETyOtZKs/s400/IMG_0649.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Janette, Jim, Jake, and Emma came up to Utah for a visit. While they were here we went to the Young Living Lavender Farms for Lavender Days. Janette, Jim, and Symen all ran in the 5K and I walked it with the kids and to my surprise I was not the last one done. It was so pretty walking through the purple fields, the weather was perfect it was over cast and cool. After the run Janette and the kids picked fresh lavender, so we could dry it and have the great smell of lavender in our homes. After our run we went back to camp, had breakfast, the kids swam, then we went to Heber and topped it off with a Granny's shake. What &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/Sl9bMKyP3gI/AAAAAAAAAq8/o9qyf5xyU5w/s1600-h/IMG_0653.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359102346205847042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/Sl9bMKyP3gI/AAAAAAAAAq8/o9qyf5xyU5w/s320/IMG_0653.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;a great day.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/Sl9dUAJj40I/AAAAAAAAArc/M8xpdZo-aBU/s1600-h/IMG_2285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359104679813047106" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/Sl9dUAJj40I/AAAAAAAAArc/M8xpdZo-aBU/s320/IMG_2285.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/Sl9cNSvi9NI/AAAAAAAAArM/xbmrh_ExuEE/s1600-h/IMG_2283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359103465033495762" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/Sl9cNSvi9NI/AAAAAAAAArM/xbmrh_ExuEE/s320/IMG_2283.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006249745030816230-6419802668300819638?l=thevanderlindens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/feeds/6419802668300819638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006249745030816230&amp;postID=6419802668300819638' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/6419802668300819638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/6419802668300819638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/2009/07/lavender-days.html' title='Lavender Days'/><author><name>Jen VanderLinden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02949861449085548370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SKrbLaz2YiI/AAAAAAAAAKg/VQ-p7QoGkns/S220/IMG_3647.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/Sl9W_s4PboI/AAAAAAAAAq0/lwNETyOtZKs/s72-c/IMG_0649.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006249745030816230.post-3121926211233804580</id><published>2009-06-26T15:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T16:09:01.099-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So in love...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SkVSgvdgtrI/AAAAAAAAAqk/n448XIbrHb0/s1600-h/IMG_0266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351774454649239218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SkVSgvdgtrI/AAAAAAAAAqk/n448XIbrHb0/s320/IMG_0266.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love my husband.   Things for the last 6 months have been pretty crazy for us, through it all we have been able to maintain. I am amazed by Symen, because watching what he has gone through and how he has come out of it a better man, is amazing.  He is so focused on doing what is best for our family, he often put needs aside.  He is the foundation in my life and our family.  Watching him with the kids brings so much joy to my heart, I can't wait till Krew (the new baby) is old enough to join in on the night "rumble match".  I am married to my best friend and I love it everyday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006249745030816230-3121926211233804580?l=thevanderlindens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/feeds/3121926211233804580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006249745030816230&amp;postID=3121926211233804580' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/3121926211233804580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/3121926211233804580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/2009/06/so-in-love.html' title='So in love...'/><author><name>Jen VanderLinden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02949861449085548370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SKrbLaz2YiI/AAAAAAAAAKg/VQ-p7QoGkns/S220/IMG_3647.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SkVSgvdgtrI/AAAAAAAAAqk/n448XIbrHb0/s72-c/IMG_0266.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006249745030816230.post-979517952839999424</id><published>2009-06-26T15:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T15:56:37.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family is Forever.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SkVOUzDPj4I/AAAAAAAAAqU/ZKsNkk8lpDg/s1600-h/IMG_0245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351769851407863682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SkVOUzDPj4I/AAAAAAAAAqU/ZKsNkk8lpDg/s320/IMG_0245.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Janette and Jim took out their endowment in the Mesa Temple on June 12&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. I really have no words to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;describe&lt;/span&gt; what a great day this was. To watch my sister and her husband grow in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;church&lt;/span&gt; and lead their children by example with pure love is just amazing. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351771009894785442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SkVPYOwDIaI/AAAAAAAAAqc/olC0AvWH644/s320/IMG_0242.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Then on June 13&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, Janette and Jim brought Andrew, Brett, Jake, and Emma with them to the temple to be sealed as an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;eternal&lt;/span&gt; family. I had no words to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;describe&lt;/span&gt; the endowments, however, watching them &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;kneel&lt;/span&gt; together all in white was breath taking. It truly was a picture taken right out of heaven.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006249745030816230-979517952839999424?l=thevanderlindens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/feeds/979517952839999424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006249745030816230&amp;postID=979517952839999424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/979517952839999424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/979517952839999424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/2009/06/janette-and-jim-took-out-their.html' title='Family is Forever.'/><author><name>Jen VanderLinden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02949861449085548370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SKrbLaz2YiI/AAAAAAAAAKg/VQ-p7QoGkns/S220/IMG_3647.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SkVOUzDPj4I/AAAAAAAAAqU/ZKsNkk8lpDg/s72-c/IMG_0245.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006249745030816230.post-4523348288281485080</id><published>2009-06-23T15:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T15:37:06.195-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Disneyland</title><content type='html'>While in AZ for our month long vacation, we tagged along with Janette and her crew to Disneyland for 3 days. I know I don't have many pictures of Emilee and Garrit and I have more of Zaner, however, Emilee and Garrit NEVER stopped. They had so much fun with their cousins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SkFcCr9i49I/AAAAAAAAAow/-lP8RaI3WBw/s1600-h/IMG_0135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350659033523217362" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SkFcCr9i49I/AAAAAAAAAow/-lP8RaI3WBw/s320/IMG_0135.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SkFcaqMNy4I/AAAAAAAAAo4/A19kA0-qH4Q/s1600-h/IMG_0143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350659445364738946" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SkFcaqMNy4I/AAAAAAAAAo4/A19kA0-qH4Q/s320/IMG_0143.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350657961055907282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SkFbEQtabdI/AAAAAAAAAoo/pav60YtWA8M/s320/IMG_0117.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SkVCy5hvQzI/AAAAAAAAApE/SyAWzzNG_pg/s1600-h/IMG_1498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351757174402925362" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SkVCy5hvQzI/AAAAAAAAApE/SyAWzzNG_pg/s320/IMG_1498.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350657023383592770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SkFaNrm6X0I/AAAAAAAAAog/hnzt4ymX1og/s320/IMG_0112.JPG" border="0" /&gt; The older kids were great. They helped my carry and keep track of Garrit and Zane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350651083115384482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SkFUz6YmzqI/AAAAAAAAAno/vJTdRqURmXE/s320/IMG_0015.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Zane is not a fan of sharing his churro. I asked for a bite and he cried. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350653252262809314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SkFWyLFpzuI/AAAAAAAAAn4/KQ7Tsjpj4To/s320/IMG_0043.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Not really sure why he wanted his hands up, but I could not get him to put the down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350653558595192914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SkFXEAQ_CFI/AAAAAAAAAoA/W1H4EhmmlNc/s320/IMG_0051.JPG" border="0" /&gt; 3 happy kids after the first ride of the day. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350654530502906562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SkFX8k510sI/AAAAAAAAAoI/FEi_XL_8M0c/s320/IMG_0058.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Janette and Jim watched Zane while the rest of us went on the rafting ride. They were smart.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350655306131412354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SkFYpuWFlYI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/YBq0vbPXjag/s320/IMG_0068.JPG" border="0" /&gt; They stayed dry and we all were wet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350655711372997122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SkFZBT_NcgI/AAAAAAAAAoY/IvR4i3jptck/s320/IMG_0085.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Garrit and Jake were buddies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SkVDBDv4ZAI/AAAAAAAAApM/zqFRJqsANSk/s1600-h/IMG_1504.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351757417664766978" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SkVDBDv4ZAI/AAAAAAAAApM/zqFRJqsANSk/s320/IMG_1504.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Janette was a little tried from all the walking.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SkVDo25CC6I/AAAAAAAAApU/doYsxW7rc70/s1600-h/IMG_1506.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351758101408254882" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SkVDo25CC6I/AAAAAAAAApU/doYsxW7rc70/s320/IMG_1506.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Zane never missed a opportunity for soda, popcorn, churros, or any kind of food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SkVEOot4VTI/AAAAAAAAApc/k3xtHmz4G74/s1600-h/IMG_0145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351758750438413618" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SkVEOot4VTI/AAAAAAAAApc/k3xtHmz4G74/s320/IMG_0145.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sisters. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SkVFLhVlFxI/AAAAAAAAApk/Fxv8sNXvmSU/s1600-h/IMG_0150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351759796429461266" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SkVFLhVlFxI/AAAAAAAAApk/Fxv8sNXvmSU/s320/IMG_0150.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All the kiddos &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SkVFjEo4uCI/AAAAAAAAAps/amDfB0ZnAcQ/s1600-h/IMG_0171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351760201042671650" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SkVFjEo4uCI/AAAAAAAAAps/amDfB0ZnAcQ/s320/IMG_0171.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy 12th Birthday Jake. While in CA we had Jake's birthday. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SkVGhvG3FzI/AAAAAAAAAp0/h728PFeFzQo/s1600-h/IMG_0199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351761277594572594" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SkVGhvG3FzI/AAAAAAAAAp0/h728PFeFzQo/s320/IMG_0199.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The kids loved Splash Mountain. On the last day the did it 3 or 4 times in a row. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zane and I were in the right place at the right time. We were waiting for the rest of crew and out comes the parade of characters. We were the first to see Mickey and we had very short lines for Donald and Chip and Dale.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SkVILWHkmVI/AAAAAAAAAp8/JuYCsvGCYtw/s1600-h/IMG_1512.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351763091952802130" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SkVILWHkmVI/AAAAAAAAAp8/JuYCsvGCYtw/s320/IMG_1512.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SkVI5-VqtbI/AAAAAAAAAqE/-wBGvqLYhvw/s1600-h/IMG_1515.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351763893023323570" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SkVI5-VqtbI/AAAAAAAAAqE/-wBGvqLYhvw/s320/IMG_1515.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SkVJPcwRzvI/AAAAAAAAAqM/yw0sRFvbeRc/s1600-h/IMG_1517.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351764261965254386" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SkVJPcwRzvI/AAAAAAAAAqM/yw0sRFvbeRc/s320/IMG_1517.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He got a kiss from Mickey, Chip and Dale pretended to be dinosaurs, and Donald gave him a big hug.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a blast. Emilee went on every ride she possibly could go on. She even did Screaming California, the one that goes upside down. Garrit, as scared as he is did all the rides he could go on. Unfortunately, the one he was not tall enough for was Indiana Jones. But, he did Space Mountain and he loved Star Tours. Zane was a trooper. He loved all the rides he went on and he did fine waiting for the kids while the went on a rides. The kids definitely made some fun memories with their cousins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks Mom and The Nelson's for letting us tag along.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006249745030816230-4523348288281485080?l=thevanderlindens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/feeds/4523348288281485080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006249745030816230&amp;postID=4523348288281485080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/4523348288281485080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/4523348288281485080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/2009/06/disneyland.html' title='Disneyland'/><author><name>Jen VanderLinden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02949861449085548370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SKrbLaz2YiI/AAAAAAAAAKg/VQ-p7QoGkns/S220/IMG_3647.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SkFcCr9i49I/AAAAAAAAAow/-lP8RaI3WBw/s72-c/IMG_0135.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006249745030816230.post-1153772169167777950</id><published>2009-06-23T13:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T15:06:05.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Backing up a bit...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;My sister download a bunch of pictures for me. They are from spring break trip to AZ. So, I am going to back up a little bit and do some posting from a couple of months ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Spring Break April 5th -12th&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this is what we did during our visit to AZ for spring break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350629791274120642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SkFBckGENcI/AAAAAAAAAlY/PsEXC8nsE_Q/s320/IMG_1442.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Feed the birds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350630297983311554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SkFB6Du83sI/AAAAAAAAAlg/WtGUbMz7IDE/s320/IMG_1452.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Feed the horses. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SkFEdxen4jI/AAAAAAAAAlo/Wmk-HQmk9wI/s1600-h/IMG_9282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350633110581535282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SkFEdxen4jI/AAAAAAAAAlo/Wmk-HQmk9wI/s320/IMG_9282.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SkFFXxZQXmI/AAAAAAAAAl4/z0LfHi34shE/s1600-h/IMG_9283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350634106991435362" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SkFFXxZQXmI/AAAAAAAAAl4/z0LfHi34shE/s320/IMG_9283.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Played miniature golf.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350634796719390146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SkFF_61NvcI/AAAAAAAAAmA/GCPdz59i3yw/s320/IMG_9285.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Celebrated Emma and Emilee's birthday.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350635571468018546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SkFGtA_ro3I/AAAAAAAAAmI/FxRcUlRH2TI/s320/IMG_9293.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Had pedicures with Mom, GG (my grandma), and Great Aunt&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SkFIC1Tp31I/AAAAAAAAAmY/upJuZk1JIYo/s1600-h/IMG_2226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350637045799313234" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SkFIC1Tp31I/AAAAAAAAAmY/upJuZk1JIYo/s320/IMG_2226.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Doris.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SkFHTuvdqdI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/8AsPDvfIVnA/s1600-h/IMG_2224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350636236583053778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SkFHTuvdqdI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/8AsPDvfIVnA/s320/IMG_2224.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And no trip is complete without your midnight run to the ER. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350637483830475986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SkFIcVGa_NI/AAAAAAAAAmg/TzIOkDPyfBo/s320/IMG_2228.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Zane was having a croup attack and could not breath. By the time we sat in the ER for 3 hours waiting to be seen, Zane started breathing just fine. So, Mom and I went to Walmart got him a doughnut and a cold mist humidifier and all was well. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Garrit my little Army Ranger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Garrit is all about growing up and being in the Army, so he can carry a pistol. And because he is so into Army, Aunt Janette is the coolest. While in AZ for spring break, Janette took Garrit to work with her. The boy thought he died and went to heaven.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350641041768686194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SkFLrbc_onI/AAAAAAAAAmo/8cYCDWcRx68/s320/IMG_9264.JPG" border="0" /&gt; So much for a pistol. This gun is way cooler!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SkFNTnMWnOI/AAAAAAAAAnA/cnMr6Et1fsQ/s1600-h/IMG_9271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350642831626509538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SkFNTnMWnOI/AAAAAAAAAnA/cnMr6Et1fsQ/s320/IMG_9271.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SkFMZ31bEII/AAAAAAAAAmw/nP4yB49yFfo/s1600-h/IMG_9268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350641839661322370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SkFMZ31bEII/AAAAAAAAAmw/nP4yB49yFfo/s320/IMG_9268.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He got sit in a Blackhawk.  Janette said "It was great, he was making all kinds of noises.  Just like he was flying"&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SkFNnkel5hI/AAAAAAAAAnI/UBgjqqXY7_w/s1600-h/IMG_9269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350643174495086098" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SkFNnkel5hI/AAAAAAAAAnI/UBgjqqXY7_w/s320/IMG_9269.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SkFNCqCS16I/AAAAAAAAAm4/qIJ-pkDNagg/s1600-h/IMG_9270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350642540331849634" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SkFNCqCS16I/AAAAAAAAAm4/qIJ-pkDNagg/s320/IMG_9270.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350643369281408290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SkFNy6HRTSI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/xvXiA7NK-iQ/s320/IMG_9275.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;And he got to sit in the gunner seat. He had so much fun at the Army.  He called me and was talking so fast I  had no clue what he was saying.  All I know, is he was excited.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006249745030816230-1153772169167777950?l=thevanderlindens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/feeds/1153772169167777950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006249745030816230&amp;postID=1153772169167777950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/1153772169167777950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/1153772169167777950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/2009/06/backing-up-bit.html' title='Backing up a bit...'/><author><name>Jen VanderLinden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02949861449085548370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SKrbLaz2YiI/AAAAAAAAAKg/VQ-p7QoGkns/S220/IMG_3647.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SkFBckGENcI/AAAAAAAAAlY/PsEXC8nsE_Q/s72-c/IMG_1442.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006249745030816230.post-5746468124762376228</id><published>2009-05-31T23:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T00:04:23.321-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry, but my kids are stinkin cute!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SiN6MOoxVKI/AAAAAAAAAkw/M64fT4c2HTQ/s1600-h/29%20color.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A couple of weeks ago I had my kids pictures taken. I had to wait 2 weeks to get my disk and of course in the mean time I have left for AZ. However, thanks to my wonderful husband who downloaded them for me...Here they are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;**Warning, this will be alot of pictures**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342240177773649714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SiNzIyUEnzI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/Cip3JSt5ub8/s320/6%2520black.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342240701636384274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SiNznR2rlhI/AAAAAAAAAjY/zF3UUUNjh00/s320/5%2520black.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342243233335672162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SiN16pK0_WI/AAAAAAAAAkA/wOZw2WqezwQ/s320/15%2520color.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342244400988980802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SiN2-nBEhkI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/-ZdKVEKFg9s/s320/23%2520black.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342242776934326482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SiN1gE8RINI/AAAAAAAAAj4/TqhsOVt9g-c/s320/14%2520color.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Yes, these are his really eyes. They look so blue because of his shirt, hat, and sun.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342242384238720178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SiN1JOCVtLI/AAAAAAAAAjw/v6Oet2dh9c4/s320/9%2520black.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342243850634359906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SiN2ekyTdGI/AAAAAAAAAkI/oZIMaFsWKmo/s320/20%2520color.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342245060787162290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SiN3lA9NzLI/AAAAAAAAAkY/E8HfuYCs9aM/s320/25%2520color.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342241406617265778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SiN0QUHOJnI/AAAAAAAAAjg/WklWi-QbXQo/s320/7%2520antique%2520golden.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342247252910299186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SiN5knQGWDI/AAAAAAAAAko/uwBWea_BGR8/s320/28%2520color.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342246031478661314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SiN4dhEGoMI/AAAAAAAAAkg/S_lG8UW5SKY/s320/27%2520color.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342242030292362114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SiN00ne844I/AAAAAAAAAjo/umrEvXlm4s4/s320/8%2520color.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342248374415794994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SiN6l5L2IzI/AAAAAAAAAk4/0nFbmL-8iV8/s320/30%2520color.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006249745030816230-5746468124762376228?l=thevanderlindens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/feeds/5746468124762376228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006249745030816230&amp;postID=5746468124762376228' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/5746468124762376228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/5746468124762376228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/2009/05/sorry-but-my-kids-are-stinkin-cute.html' title='Sorry, but my kids are stinkin cute!'/><author><name>Jen VanderLinden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02949861449085548370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SKrbLaz2YiI/AAAAAAAAAKg/VQ-p7QoGkns/S220/IMG_3647.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SiNzIyUEnzI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/Cip3JSt5ub8/s72-c/6%2520black.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006249745030816230.post-8335159704458895464</id><published>2009-05-22T12:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T18:57:52.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Years ago...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;My best friend became my husband.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/Shb4ZYgoZ7I/AAAAAAAAAiw/DVk8lbAChFg/s1600-h/scan0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338727523254036402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/Shb4ZYgoZ7I/AAAAAAAAAiw/DVk8lbAChFg/s400/scan0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/Shb4fh6wAII/AAAAAAAAAi4/2e3-kSsWb8M/s1600-h/scan0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338727628858720386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 284px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/Shb4fh6wAII/AAAAAAAAAi4/2e3-kSsWb8M/s400/scan0002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/Shb4mbB2ueI/AAAAAAAAAjA/JK7dVbWXeJg/s1600-h/scan0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338727747268557282" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 282px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/Shb4mbB2ueI/AAAAAAAAAjA/JK7dVbWXeJg/s400/scan0003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its hard to believe that 10 years has gone by so fast. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When Symen and I got married we were so in love. We were high school sweethearts that shared so many first together. The world was ours for the taking. I really thought at that point that I could not love this man any more then I did at the moment we said "I do".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Looking back now, I did love that man I said "I do" to, however, we were just kids and had no idea the span love could grow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Watching him hold our perfect little babies for the first time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Learning that life is so much more then us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Helping each other through personal struggles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Holding to whats important in the ups and downs of life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;These are times when my love grew.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My love for him grows everyday. I love him more today then I did 10 years ago and I know that is 10 years from now, I will love him even more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006249745030816230-8335159704458895464?l=thevanderlindens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/feeds/8335159704458895464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006249745030816230&amp;postID=8335159704458895464' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/8335159704458895464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/8335159704458895464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/2009/05/10-years-ago.html' title='10 Years ago...'/><author><name>Jen VanderLinden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02949861449085548370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SKrbLaz2YiI/AAAAAAAAAKg/VQ-p7QoGkns/S220/IMG_3647.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/Shb4ZYgoZ7I/AAAAAAAAAiw/DVk8lbAChFg/s72-c/scan0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006249745030816230.post-7842660849345378304</id><published>2009-05-20T14:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T15:08:47.451-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pre-school Graduation.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/ShR6R4ni29I/AAAAAAAAAig/wvEfNZ8VUjQ/s1600-h/IMG_0902.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338025906015493074" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/ShR6R4ni29I/AAAAAAAAAig/wvEfNZ8VUjQ/s400/IMG_0902.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/ShR53fI3lwI/AAAAAAAAAiY/dL4zZsSpqDw/s1600-h/IMG_0899.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338025452499343106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/ShR53fI3lwI/AAAAAAAAAiY/dL4zZsSpqDw/s400/IMG_0899.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last night Garrit had his graduation program. He did great. He really got into his songs and dancing along with his friends. However, when it came time to tell everyone what he wanted to be when he grows up he froze. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he grows up he wants to be Indiana Jones and a builder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/ShR7Fa45nGI/AAAAAAAAAio/kM7KvcmFIAs/s1600-h/IMG_0895.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338026791388421218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/ShR7Fa45nGI/AAAAAAAAAio/kM7KvcmFIAs/s400/IMG_0895.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Good bye Pre-School, Hello Kindergarten.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006249745030816230-7842660849345378304?l=thevanderlindens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/feeds/7842660849345378304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006249745030816230&amp;postID=7842660849345378304' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/7842660849345378304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/7842660849345378304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/2009/05/pre-school-graduation.html' title='Pre-school Graduation.'/><author><name>Jen VanderLinden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02949861449085548370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SKrbLaz2YiI/AAAAAAAAAKg/VQ-p7QoGkns/S220/IMG_3647.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/ShR6R4ni29I/AAAAAAAAAig/wvEfNZ8VUjQ/s72-c/IMG_0902.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006249745030816230.post-8728382849013710426</id><published>2009-05-20T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T13:42:01.402-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/ShRoxWfRPiI/AAAAAAAAAiI/PDePK6ph3eM/s1600-h/IMG_0884.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338006655400492578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/ShRoxWfRPiI/AAAAAAAAAiI/PDePK6ph3eM/s400/IMG_0884.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am almost half way through my pregnancy.  My pregnancy has been going great except for the occasional emotional ups and downs.  My poor husband.  We found out a couple of weeks ago that we are expecting a little boy.  I am so excited to have another little guy.  I love the ruff and tumble attitude and yet they share their love so freely. &lt;br /&gt;  I have been so blessed with a healthy baby that is growing perfectly inside.  This baby was not planned, but blessing are not planned, they just come when you need them.&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/3006249745030816230-8728382849013710426?l=thevanderlindens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/feeds/8728382849013710426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006249745030816230&amp;postID=8728382849013710426' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/8728382849013710426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/8728382849013710426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/2009/05/here-i-am-almost-half-way-through-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen VanderLinden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02949861449085548370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SKrbLaz2YiI/AAAAAAAAAKg/VQ-p7QoGkns/S220/IMG_3647.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/ShRoxWfRPiI/AAAAAAAAAiI/PDePK6ph3eM/s72-c/IMG_0884.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006249745030816230.post-8009841382692904940</id><published>2009-05-20T13:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T13:30:22.734-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We have finally made it to Spring here in Heber. The snow is gone, the grass is green, the sun is out, and it is time to play. I could not help but to take the boys for a picnic at the park. After having lunch and playing for awhile we stopped and got an ice cream cone on the way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338004981684184498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/ShRnP7aNJbI/AAAAAAAAAh4/kRODPctPi3s/s320/IMG_0709.JPG" border="0" /&gt; After our ice cream we continued to play outside at home. The weather was so beautiful I didn't want to spend anytime inside. Well needless to say we all got a little sun kissed our first day of beautiful spring.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338005717297504386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/ShRn6vyFoII/AAAAAAAAAiA/ZoppKQ31w7k/s400/IMG_0731.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006249745030816230-8009841382692904940?l=thevanderlindens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/feeds/8009841382692904940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006249745030816230&amp;postID=8009841382692904940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/8009841382692904940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/8009841382692904940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/2009/05/spring.html' title='Spring!'/><author><name>Jen VanderLinden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02949861449085548370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SKrbLaz2YiI/AAAAAAAAAKg/VQ-p7QoGkns/S220/IMG_3647.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/ShRnP7aNJbI/AAAAAAAAAh4/kRODPctPi3s/s72-c/IMG_0709.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006249745030816230.post-3360589940848800515</id><published>2009-05-20T13:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T13:17:05.255-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Toys in the bath</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Garrit: "Hey, Mom. Can I take some legos into the bath with me"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mom: "Sure, but only a couple"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Emilee: "Mom, Garrit took legos into the bath"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mom: "I know Em, its ok"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A few minutes later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Emilee: "Mom, Zane put legos in the bath"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mom: "its ok, I will be there in a second" (I was folding laundry, I could hear them playing)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338002051126776802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/ShRklWO30-I/AAAAAAAAAhw/8TlrRdApGWE/s400/IMG_0703.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you give the boys an inch they'll take foot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006249745030816230-3360589940848800515?l=thevanderlindens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/feeds/3360589940848800515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006249745030816230&amp;postID=3360589940848800515' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/3360589940848800515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/3360589940848800515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/2009/05/toys-in-bath.html' title='Toys in the bath'/><author><name>Jen VanderLinden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02949861449085548370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SKrbLaz2YiI/AAAAAAAAAKg/VQ-p7QoGkns/S220/IMG_3647.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/ShRklWO30-I/AAAAAAAAAhw/8TlrRdApGWE/s72-c/IMG_0703.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006249745030816230.post-3327147991199648414</id><published>2009-05-20T12:50:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T13:03:20.301-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Garrit turns 5!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last years birthday was all about Star Wars, this year it was all about Indiana Jones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337996430242724130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/ShRfeKzruSI/AAAAAAAAAhg/gKYyMb6OFVE/s400/IMG_0861.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Garrit's&lt;/span&gt; birthday I took him and his friend "Big Zane" to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Chucky&lt;/span&gt; Cheese for lunch. They got to have 100 tokens to spend. They thought they would never run out, then 30 minutes later they were gone. So of course I got them so more. They had a blast playing games and playing in the jungle &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;gym.&lt;/span&gt; After lunch, Grandma and Grandpa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;VanderLinden&lt;/span&gt; came up for dinner. We of course made &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Garrit's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;favorite&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;spaghetti&lt;/span&gt; and garlic bread. After dinner we had some neighbors come over for cake and gifts. For his birthday he wanted the whip, hat, gun, and bag from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Indiana&lt;/span&gt; Jones. I have to post a picture of him in it because he is dang cute in it. All in all, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Garrit&lt;/span&gt; had a great day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337998076022668274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/ShRg990Mu_I/AAAAAAAAAho/kyzSA6l456c/s400/IMG_0864.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Garrit&lt;/span&gt; is such a fun little guy. He loves his family and Jesus. He is my deep thinker and lover. He is always there with a hug and I love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy Birthday Buddy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006249745030816230-3327147991199648414?l=thevanderlindens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/feeds/3327147991199648414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006249745030816230&amp;postID=3327147991199648414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/3327147991199648414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/3327147991199648414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/2009/05/garrit-turns-5_20.html' title='Garrit turns 5!'/><author><name>Jen VanderLinden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02949861449085548370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SKrbLaz2YiI/AAAAAAAAAKg/VQ-p7QoGkns/S220/IMG_3647.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/ShRfeKzruSI/AAAAAAAAAhg/gKYyMb6OFVE/s72-c/IMG_0861.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006249745030816230.post-475610597311315514</id><published>2009-05-20T12:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T12:47:53.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emilee turns 7!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/ShRdA_ekmqI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/08DXFKHWVyc/s1600-h/IMG_0716.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337993729961925282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/ShRdA_ekmqI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/08DXFKHWVyc/s320/IMG_0716.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For Emilee's birthday this year she had a few girlfriends come over to the house and make &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bracelets&lt;/span&gt;. They made &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bracelets&lt;/span&gt;, played games, and had snacks. Its great that she is getting to the point were her friends and her can entertain &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;themselves&lt;/span&gt;. They had a great time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/ShRdUogMynI/AAAAAAAAAhY/uBjYRxH8ojM/s1600-h/IMG_0726.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337994067392121458" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/ShRdUogMynI/AAAAAAAAAhY/uBjYRxH8ojM/s320/IMG_0726.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It is hard to believe that Emilee is 7! Where does the time go. She is such a great kid. She gets good grades at school, helps &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;others&lt;/span&gt; with there work, and has a hard time not talking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At home she is in charge.  She has no problem telling the boys what they should or should not be doing.  She loves to sing and dance.  Her imagination is endless.  The other day &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Symen&lt;/span&gt; asked Emilee "Who is  your best friend" her reply was "I don't have a best friend, everyone is my friend."  She is so loving and kind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy Birthday Peanut!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006249745030816230-475610597311315514?l=thevanderlindens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/feeds/475610597311315514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006249745030816230&amp;postID=475610597311315514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/475610597311315514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/475610597311315514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/2009/05/emilee-turns-7.html' title='Emilee turns 7!'/><author><name>Jen VanderLinden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02949861449085548370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SKrbLaz2YiI/AAAAAAAAAKg/VQ-p7QoGkns/S220/IMG_3647.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/ShRdA_ekmqI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/08DXFKHWVyc/s72-c/IMG_0716.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006249745030816230.post-7618091250051248687</id><published>2009-04-24T18:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T10:56:38.948-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SfJlkdy-ORI/AAAAAAAAAg4/bCP-htjEPiA/s1600-h/IMG_0672.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328432986280835346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SfJlkdy-ORI/AAAAAAAAAg4/bCP-htjEPiA/s320/IMG_0672.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SfJlJFB2PcI/AAAAAAAAAgw/bhSbqmyrz6I/s1600-h/IMG_0675.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328432515775872450" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SfJlJFB2PcI/AAAAAAAAAgw/bhSbqmyrz6I/s320/IMG_0675.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We got to spend Easter in Arizona. Janette helped the kids color eggs. For some reason when I think of my sister, Easter eggs are always something I think about. To me she is the Easter egg guru. I have no idea why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The kids all colored thier Easter eggs, all except Zane. He slept through the excitment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SfJkeKqbbJI/AAAAAAAAAgg/oTuJvvqtLUc/s1600-h/IMG_0673.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328431778553883794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SfJkeKqbbJI/AAAAAAAAAgg/oTuJvvqtLUc/s320/IMG_0673.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Easter morning the kids were up and ready to find eggs. Just like Christmas, Zane did not want to sit with his brother and sister for a picture. So I got one of Emilee and Garrit together and one of Zane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SfJmEQNtbAI/AAAAAAAAAhA/qfwBzZJ0cW0/s1600-h/IMG_0680.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328433532390697986" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SfJmEQNtbAI/AAAAAAAAAhA/qfwBzZJ0cW0/s320/IMG_0680.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SfJmhezoS3I/AAAAAAAAAhI/5F42UxztAWg/s1600-h/IMG_0685.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328434034524048242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SfJmhezoS3I/AAAAAAAAAhI/5F42UxztAWg/s320/IMG_0685.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006249745030816230-7618091250051248687?l=thevanderlindens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/feeds/7618091250051248687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006249745030816230&amp;postID=7618091250051248687' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/7618091250051248687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/7618091250051248687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter.html' title='Easter.'/><author><name>Jen VanderLinden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02949861449085548370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SKrbLaz2YiI/AAAAAAAAAKg/VQ-p7QoGkns/S220/IMG_3647.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SfJlkdy-ORI/AAAAAAAAAg4/bCP-htjEPiA/s72-c/IMG_0672.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006249745030816230.post-1357915711129279790</id><published>2009-04-24T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T06:41:23.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emilee's 1st grade program.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For weeks Emilee practiced around the house singing about 3 or 4 different songs. I really was confused on what she was going to be doing in her schoool program. Her class sang a song together, then she was picked to do a song with other selected 1st graders from different classes, kinda of like a finale to the show.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Her class sang "It's great to be a sailor."  It was really cute. I wish I had a video camera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328429506802543618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SfJiZ7us7AI/AAAAAAAAAgY/O6fgdy2cstM/s320/IMG_0663.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then she sang with the selected others "I am going to be a movie star".&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328428982129289522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SfJh7ZK2aTI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/K28dD1ynn0w/s320/IMG_0661.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole program was really cute.  Each class sang a song about what they could be when they grew up.  After the program I got lots of compliments about Emilee and how great she did. I think she would enjoy more drama classes than dance. She defiantly is a star.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006249745030816230-1357915711129279790?l=thevanderlindens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/feeds/1357915711129279790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006249745030816230&amp;postID=1357915711129279790' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/1357915711129279790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/1357915711129279790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/2009/04/emilees-1st-grade-program.html' title='Emilee&apos;s 1st grade program.'/><author><name>Jen VanderLinden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02949861449085548370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SKrbLaz2YiI/AAAAAAAAAKg/VQ-p7QoGkns/S220/IMG_3647.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SfJiZ7us7AI/AAAAAAAAAgY/O6fgdy2cstM/s72-c/IMG_0663.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006249745030816230.post-7646934061809250782</id><published>2009-04-24T17:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T17:57:47.092-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Garrit's new love...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Garrit is my picky eater. His favorite meal of the day is breakfast. Junior made me french toast for breakfast (my first pregnancy request). After one bite the kid was in love. The rest of the week Garrit asked Dad for french toast. However, around our house french toast is a weekend thing. So, Dad promised Garrit french toast the next weekend. Symen had to leave the house Saturday morning by 7 a.m. Garrit asked to be woken up to help dad make french toast. And he did. The boy was up at 6:30 to enjoy his french toast.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328426322266897490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SfJfgkaPPFI/AAAAAAAAAgA/Ewy9wpgHIQw/s320/IMG_0650.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006249745030816230-7646934061809250782?l=thevanderlindens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/feeds/7646934061809250782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006249745030816230&amp;postID=7646934061809250782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/7646934061809250782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/7646934061809250782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/2009/04/garrits-new-love.html' title='Garrit&apos;s new love...'/><author><name>Jen VanderLinden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02949861449085548370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SKrbLaz2YiI/AAAAAAAAAKg/VQ-p7QoGkns/S220/IMG_3647.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SfJfgkaPPFI/AAAAAAAAAgA/Ewy9wpgHIQw/s72-c/IMG_0650.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006249745030816230.post-7668003025483697035</id><published>2009-04-24T17:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T17:47:24.624-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Zane's new hat.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mr. Zane is really into dinosaurs. I went into this little baby store in Provo and Zane found this dinosaur hat. Of course, I had to buy it for him. He wears it ALL the time. The first few nights he slept in it. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328423420918215778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SfJc3sCztGI/AAAAAAAAAf4/i9BYZGWnoq8/s320/IMG_0646.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; I love it because it wears it to the side or backwards because he can't see if it is the front.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328422940818038610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SfJcbviAX1I/AAAAAAAAAfw/sf48fMK4d3A/s320/IMG_0643.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The hat is no longer that bright. We have had it for about a month now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006249745030816230-7668003025483697035?l=thevanderlindens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/feeds/7668003025483697035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006249745030816230&amp;postID=7668003025483697035' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/7668003025483697035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/7668003025483697035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/2009/04/zanes-new-hat.html' title='Zane&apos;s new hat.'/><author><name>Jen VanderLinden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02949861449085548370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SKrbLaz2YiI/AAAAAAAAAKg/VQ-p7QoGkns/S220/IMG_3647.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SfJc3sCztGI/AAAAAAAAAf4/i9BYZGWnoq8/s72-c/IMG_0646.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006249745030816230.post-7811888166513682123</id><published>2009-03-12T11:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T12:36:40.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Zaner!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It is hard to believe that Zane is only turning 2. It feels like he should be 5 or 6. Sometimes I think he is older then Garrit. This year we did a combined birthday party with Symen's cousin little girl, Hannah. She also turned 2 in February.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Earlier in the day Zane "helped" me make birthday cakes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312378486208152194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SblcFkbdQoI/AAAAAAAAAe4/M0IkkSi2pjA/s400/IMG_0608.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love the look on his face. This is the VanderLinden Look, I get this from Junior, Senior, and Tyson. "What?" Of course, he was wearing his new birthday shirt from Grandma Becky. Luckily, the chocolate cake came out just fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312379993807495570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SblddUrJoZI/AAAAAAAAAfA/IUxKq-TglGQ/s320/IMG_0626.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Zane and Hannah with their birthday cakes. I thought I was being cute by making these little 3 layer cakes. Yeah, well it ended up being a leaning tower.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312380531261793522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/Sbld8m2PZPI/AAAAAAAAAfI/2YjF3zV-UKc/s400/IMG_0633.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Zane did a great job blowing out his candle, however, he blew it out before we got Hannah's lit.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312381343329598162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/Sbler4CSutI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/y45Uaey2jls/s400/IMG_0636.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;He was not happy when we re-lit the candle.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312381732711916626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SblfCimRZFI/AAAAAAAAAfY/d1rUYaTggQg/s320/IMG_0638.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But what makes a kid feel better. Mountain Dew.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312382541829751602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/Sblfxoy_wzI/AAAAAAAAAfg/_73fKdm-XXI/s400/IMG_0618.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Zane really enjoyed opening his gifts. He got a truck, pj's, books, a puzzle, a dinosaur, and more dinosaurs. Zane says "Sonto" instead of dinosaur.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312384095992465538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SblhMGgQyII/AAAAAAAAAfo/XIdwCBkw1Zo/s400/DSCF0014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time I held Zane I could feel his spirit bursting from his little body. And 2 years later his spirit is still bursting out of him. He is so full of life. He has no fear, he jumped off the top bunk last week. And he thinks he can do whatever his big sister and big brother can do. He is a special spirit and I am blessed to be his mom.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Happy Birthday Zaner!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;P.S.  if you are wondering what is on his head.  Its magic marker.  He thought he would put on a little make-up.  This is way I am exhausted at the end of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006249745030816230-7811888166513682123?l=thevanderlindens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/feeds/7811888166513682123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006249745030816230&amp;postID=7811888166513682123' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/7811888166513682123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/7811888166513682123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-birthday-zaner.html' title='Happy Birthday Zaner!'/><author><name>Jen VanderLinden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02949861449085548370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SKrbLaz2YiI/AAAAAAAAAKg/VQ-p7QoGkns/S220/IMG_3647.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SblcFkbdQoI/AAAAAAAAAe4/M0IkkSi2pjA/s72-c/IMG_0608.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006249745030816230.post-5340432575810994728</id><published>2009-02-10T10:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T11:11:30.909-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprise, Surprise...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;October 12&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; is when will be expecting our little surprise baby.  This might not be the best timing for us, however, this baby has a lesson to teach us.  I have always wanted 4 kids, now that I am pregnant.  I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wondering&lt;/span&gt; how in the world will I handle this.  With all that is going on in my life right now I am happy for this little blessing.  It reminds me why we are here on this earth.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Needless to say Emilee is VERY excited.  Of course, she would love a little sister.  The other day she was playing on the computer when I hear "MOM!"  I was worried so I ran to see what had happen. "What Em."  her reply was "Mom, where are we going to put the baby in car?  We only have 5 spots."  Emilee is wise beyond her years.  She will be a great help.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Garrit&lt;/span&gt; for about 4 days said "Mom, you are not going to have baby."  Finally, on Monday he said "Mom, you are going to have a baby.  Its going to be a girl."  I told him, "Well, it could be a boy"  In his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;confident&lt;/span&gt; voice he says "No Mom, its a girl  I am smarter then the doctors and I say its a girl."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can't wait to find out what our little baby will be like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006249745030816230-5340432575810994728?l=thevanderlindens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/feeds/5340432575810994728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006249745030816230&amp;postID=5340432575810994728' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/5340432575810994728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/5340432575810994728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/2009/02/surprise-surprise.html' title='Surprise, Surprise...'/><author><name>Jen VanderLinden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02949861449085548370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SKrbLaz2YiI/AAAAAAAAAKg/VQ-p7QoGkns/S220/IMG_3647.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006249745030816230.post-1864185998487516188</id><published>2009-01-29T16:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T16:34:16.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember when...</title><content type='html'>Emilee was little.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296876252585045762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SYJI4z6IrwI/AAAAAAAAAes/_UfHvXNHJzo/s400/Picture+062.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I remember the night I took this picture. Symen was not home for some reason and it was just me and Em. I had just picked up her new bows from the ribbion store and just had to put on after bath. I could never pass up the oportinity for a photo shoot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It is hard to remember what life was like with just Emilee. She was such a good baby. Always happy and smiling. I thought life was busy taking care of one little baby. Man alive, I had no idea what busy was. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love Emilee so much. She is a GREAT kid. She loves to help out and take care of her brothers, she is a good student (getting all A's), and makes friends with everyone. She is my angle and I am very blessed to be her mother. (Even, though sometimes I have to aske the question "Who's the mom?")&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/3006249745030816230-1864185998487516188?l=thevanderlindens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/feeds/1864185998487516188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006249745030816230&amp;postID=1864185998487516188' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/1864185998487516188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/1864185998487516188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/2009/01/remember-when.html' title='Remember when...'/><author><name>Jen VanderLinden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02949861449085548370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SKrbLaz2YiI/AAAAAAAAAKg/VQ-p7QoGkns/S220/IMG_3647.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SYJI4z6IrwI/AAAAAAAAAes/_UfHvXNHJzo/s72-c/Picture+062.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006249745030816230.post-2681612674931936641</id><published>2009-01-28T19:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T09:39:49.768-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My first photo shoot.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;As most of you know I love taking pictures. I usually only take pictures of my kids, however, I had a wonderful opportunity to take pictures of my friend Leah. She is about 8 months pregnant and looks amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296555681311781170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SYElVG2qcTI/AAAAAAAAAeM/MZcl9FjTcI8/s320/IMG_0441-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296555220888266002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 185px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SYEk6TpJJRI/AAAAAAAAAeE/EfNDnIzhhf8/s320/IMG_0406-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296558267782124274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SYEnrqNP0vI/AAAAAAAAAec/d4ws3TJ6r1o/s320/IMG_0455.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296557601313497986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SYEnE3avo4I/AAAAAAAAAeU/jBZ8J6Op9uI/s320/IMG_0485-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leah, thank you so much for allowing me to take pictures of you and your angel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006249745030816230-2681612674931936641?l=thevanderlindens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/feeds/2681612674931936641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006249745030816230&amp;postID=2681612674931936641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/2681612674931936641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006249745030816230/posts/default/2681612674931936641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevanderlindens.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-first-photo-shoot.html' title='My first photo shoot.'/><author><name>Jen VanderLinden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02949861449085548370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SKrbLaz2YiI/AAAAAAAAAKg/VQ-p7QoGkns/S220/IMG_3647.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__wxENgp784A/SYElVG2qcTI/AAAAAAAAAeM/MZcl9FjTcI8/s72-c/IMG_0441-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
