<?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-5336269330086731623</id><updated>2012-01-10T18:00:02.906-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sara Lyn, Aubrianna, and Rachel</title><subtitle type='html'>This blog is dedicated to my daughters Sara Lyn, Aubrey, and Rachel.  The purpose is to share with them a living timeline of their lives throughout their father's eyes.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>D Lunn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SSoZPEYsFJI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ERFnk79TUhU/S220/Sara%27s+Arrival+Mom%27s+Camera+023.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>186</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336269330086731623.post-6194026844340452478</id><published>2012-01-10T17:05:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T17:58:30.941-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It has been way too long</title><content type='html'>It has been a long time since I have placed a post on the blog. Rachel, I don't want you to feel like you are second to Aubrey and Sara because there were more posts when they were little, but man my life is busy. You are everywhere and those other two &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;rugrats&lt;/span&gt; are constantly getting into something. Also it may sound pathetic but for whatever reason it seems to take forever to post pictures onto this website. But, I am going to try to make a better attempt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-edwLVLwFVdg/TwzA4UBRUDI/AAAAAAAABA8/V7AeDH38ugA/s1600/Dec.%2B2011%2B190.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 224px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696139702396080178" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-edwLVLwFVdg/TwzA4UBRUDI/AAAAAAAABA8/V7AeDH38ugA/s400/Dec.%2B2011%2B190.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One thing you may notice is that in just about every picture we have of you, you are smiling. You are the happiest baby we have ever been around. Everyone talks about it. You are content and happy. Also about as cute as a baby can get. Over the past couple of weeks you have become much more difficult to watch because you have learned the art of crawling. I never thought you would learn how to crawl because it always seemed like your sisters were picking you up. But you &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;persevered&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BMflU6s8ayI/TwzAtEBlGXI/AAAAAAAABAw/d8N6v-drP4o/s1600/Dec.%2B2011%2B227.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 224px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696139509123848562" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BMflU6s8ayI/TwzAtEBlGXI/AAAAAAAABAw/d8N6v-drP4o/s400/Dec.%2B2011%2B227.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm telling you what, you have two cute sisters, but you really round out the group. Mommy and I really feel quite blessed to have you. Mommy was saying the other day how much she is enjoying your infant stage. She just said that it has been so much fun. I think she has made an effort to enjoy because she missed out on it with Sara and she missed a lot of it with Aubrey because Sara was getting into everything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9T3HR4vbjfw/TwzAezPf3hI/AAAAAAAABAk/ja4poUV9yis/s1600/Dec.%2B2011%2B177.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 158px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 158px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696139264100654610" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9T3HR4vbjfw/TwzAezPf3hI/AAAAAAAABAk/ja4poUV9yis/s400/Dec.%2B2011%2B177.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love this picture. You have yet to say any word, but I'm sure your first word will be your favorite person in this whole wide world. MOMMY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 153px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696128725213654386" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Nk1IMgaw0YU/Twy25W1CLXI/AAAAAAAABAY/2OOLarRWta4/s400/Dec.%2B2011%2B142.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Love you bunches,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Daddy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336269330086731623-6194026844340452478?l=lunnbun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/feeds/6194026844340452478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5336269330086731623&amp;postID=6194026844340452478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/6194026844340452478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/6194026844340452478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/2012/01/it-has-been-way-too-long.html' title='It has been way too long'/><author><name>D Lunn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SSoZPEYsFJI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ERFnk79TUhU/S220/Sara%27s+Arrival+Mom%27s+Camera+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-edwLVLwFVdg/TwzA4UBRUDI/AAAAAAAABA8/V7AeDH38ugA/s72-c/Dec.%2B2011%2B190.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336269330086731623.post-7606147691637169826</id><published>2011-06-11T20:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T20:56:30.089-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rachel at 2 months</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-a0.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=2305843009241706400&amp;amp;site=widget-a0.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This past two months have been flying by.  I can't believe Rachel is already two months old.  Rachel is now smiling, pooping, and of course crying.  Although I must admit Rachel is a great baby.  She rarely cries and spends most of her day looking around or sleeping.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have had a fun past week.  It is the first week of my summer break and it has given all five of us a chance to reconnect.  This week Aubrey went golfing for the first time.  Golfing at the age of 2.  You can't beat it.  We went on a hike this week as well.  It was funny because Aubrey about the midway point wanted me to hold her, but Sara rocked it the entire time.  We also went to the swimming pool a few times this week as well.  Fun week.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love Daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2305843009241706400&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-a0.slide.com/p1/2305843009241706400/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2305843009241706400&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-a0.slide.com/p2/2305843009241706400/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2305843009241706400&amp;amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-a0.slide.com/p4/2305843009241706400/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336269330086731623-7606147691637169826?l=lunnbun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/feeds/7606147691637169826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5336269330086731623&amp;postID=7606147691637169826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/7606147691637169826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/7606147691637169826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/2011/06/rachel-at-2-months.html' title='Rachel at 2 months'/><author><name>D Lunn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SSoZPEYsFJI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ERFnk79TUhU/S220/Sara%27s+Arrival+Mom%27s+Camera+023.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336269330086731623.post-6097854078385847586</id><published>2011-06-11T16:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T16:55:10.365-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-12.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=2305843009241706258&amp;amp;site=widget-12.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rachel is two months old and I have been pathetic with the amount of pictures that I have been posting.  She is now just starting to smile.  Here are some pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2305843009241706258&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-12.slide.com/p1/2305843009241706258/bb_t024_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2305843009241706258&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-12.slide.com/p2/2305843009241706258/bb_t024_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2305843009241706258&amp;amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-12.slide.com/p4/2305843009241706258/bb_t024_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336269330086731623-6097854078385847586?l=lunnbun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/feeds/6097854078385847586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5336269330086731623&amp;postID=6097854078385847586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/6097854078385847586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/6097854078385847586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/2011/06/rachel-is-two-months-old-and-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>D Lunn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SSoZPEYsFJI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ERFnk79TUhU/S220/Sara%27s+Arrival+Mom%27s+Camera+023.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336269330086731623.post-6523506986524236764</id><published>2011-04-01T22:12:00.017-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T23:25:48.726-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Girls</title><content type='html'>It has been a busy couple of months. Now as I sit in the visitors room at the hospital while Mommy and Rachel are sleeping, I thought I would put together yoru birthday pictures. Sara's third birthday quite a fun day. The beauty of your birthday was the fact that you were in such a good mood the entire day. You never lost "it." You just had fun with family as well as with your friends. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Fy7mqB38uE/TZaICzdtITI/AAAAAAAAA-M/X9yegN2bFwI/s1600/Sara%2527s%2B3rd%2BBirthday%2B018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590805569182966066" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Fy7mqB38uE/TZaICzdtITI/AAAAAAAAA-M/X9yegN2bFwI/s400/Sara%2527s%2B3rd%2BBirthday%2B018.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mommy spent hours making this cake. She may have spent as much as 8 hours working on it. That is why the cake gets first billing. Beautiful and tasty cake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M1DTCjdXTPw/TZaHzpclWiI/AAAAAAAAA-E/s590hOjhnvY/s1600/Sara%2527s%2B3rd%2BBirthday%2B024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590805308795869730" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M1DTCjdXTPw/TZaHzpclWiI/AAAAAAAAA-E/s590hOjhnvY/s400/Sara%2527s%2B3rd%2BBirthday%2B024.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Crack kills. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FflzMAahCNc/TZaHtLU6nhI/AAAAAAAAA98/wWS6DPLK4Oc/s1600/Sara%2527s%2B3rd%2BBirthday%2B031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590805197631430162" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FflzMAahCNc/TZaHtLU6nhI/AAAAAAAAA98/wWS6DPLK4Oc/s400/Sara%2527s%2B3rd%2BBirthday%2B031.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sara sang Happy Birthday along with everyone else. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EmsOKbBN0lU/TZaHkLYm0uI/AAAAAAAAA90/LeOy1a0g300/s1600/Sara%2527s%2B3rd%2BBirthday%2B027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590805043028087522" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EmsOKbBN0lU/TZaHkLYm0uI/AAAAAAAAA90/LeOy1a0g300/s400/Sara%2527s%2B3rd%2BBirthday%2B027.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sara, all your friends were there. Everyone had so much fun except for Sam apparently. I don't remember him being angry, but he was in this picture. Maybe because he was the only boy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DiWdWpMj61Y/TZaHciaZ6CI/AAAAAAAAA9s/7QWgXPh4C9A/s1600/Sara%2527s%2B3rd%2BBirthday%2B034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590804911770691618" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DiWdWpMj61Y/TZaHciaZ6CI/AAAAAAAAA9s/7QWgXPh4C9A/s400/Sara%2527s%2B3rd%2BBirthday%2B034.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yummy &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vlH9nOYhAIc/TZaHVL43ohI/AAAAAAAAA9k/mwsNNcV9k9o/s1600/Sara%2527s%2B3rd%2BBirthday%2B047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590804785465369106" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vlH9nOYhAIc/TZaHVL43ohI/AAAAAAAAA9k/mwsNNcV9k9o/s400/Sara%2527s%2B3rd%2BBirthday%2B047.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The biggest gift you received on your birthday was a new bike. We are still waiting for you to learn the petal system, but I'm sure you will get it. Wait until summer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1o3REGkRTY0/TZaHLnDqv5I/AAAAAAAAA9c/8_Ab1E0_09A/s1600/Sara%2527s%2B3rd%2BBirthday%2B052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590804620959727506" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1o3REGkRTY0/TZaHLnDqv5I/AAAAAAAAA9c/8_Ab1E0_09A/s400/Sara%2527s%2B3rd%2BBirthday%2B052.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Going for your first ride. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okay, now lets fast forward a couple of months. We were unsure what to do with Aubrey's birthday. We didn't know when Rachel would come, so we didn't organize a big party. So it was just us and the Mucks for your birthday. The Mucks came over for cake. Mommy couldn't spend 8 hours on a Dora cake, but she did make you a balloon cake. You were so excited about it. You and Sara talk about your previous cakes. Sara still brings up the fact that you had a caterpillar cake for your first birthday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Jc9tM4psxtE/TZaG_ejNKkI/AAAAAAAAA9U/R_llEZKNmzw/s1600/Aubrey%2527s%2B2nd%2Bbirthday%2Band%2BRachel%2527s%2Bbirth%2B015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590804412517657154" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Jc9tM4psxtE/TZaG_ejNKkI/AAAAAAAAA9U/R_llEZKNmzw/s400/Aubrey%2527s%2B2nd%2Bbirthday%2Band%2BRachel%2527s%2Bbirth%2B015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Sg0Ti3ykZD0/TZaG4gMWDNI/AAAAAAAAA9M/G6B8Teubdt4/s1600/Aubrey%2527s%2B2nd%2Bbirthday%2Band%2BRachel%2527s%2Bbirth%2B023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590804292699557074" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Sg0Ti3ykZD0/TZaG4gMWDNI/AAAAAAAAA9M/G6B8Teubdt4/s400/Aubrey%2527s%2B2nd%2Bbirthday%2Band%2BRachel%2527s%2Bbirth%2B023.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh yeah, that hit the spot. Yummy cake and ice cream. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Oy8FGrQyXBo/TZaGxSneZ3I/AAAAAAAAA9E/nt-NwPoEFWE/s1600/Aubrey%2527s%2B2nd%2Bbirthday%2Band%2BRachel%2527s%2Bbirth%2B024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590804168796170098" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Oy8FGrQyXBo/TZaGxSneZ3I/AAAAAAAAA9E/nt-NwPoEFWE/s400/Aubrey%2527s%2B2nd%2Bbirthday%2Band%2BRachel%2527s%2Bbirth%2B024.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3UT4eESrckA/TZaGqwk-TTI/AAAAAAAAA88/3xb092MVmu0/s1600/Aubrey%2527s%2B2nd%2Bbirthday%2Band%2BRachel%2527s%2Bbirth%2B025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590804056579657010" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3UT4eESrckA/TZaGqwk-TTI/AAAAAAAAA88/3xb092MVmu0/s400/Aubrey%2527s%2B2nd%2Bbirthday%2Band%2BRachel%2527s%2Bbirth%2B025.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DIehDV3Z64c/TZaGkHG_BtI/AAAAAAAAA80/YcuKXkvHq2M/s1600/Aubrey%2527s%2B2nd%2Bbirthday%2Band%2BRachel%2527s%2Bbirth%2B026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590803942368806610" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DIehDV3Z64c/TZaGkHG_BtI/AAAAAAAAA80/YcuKXkvHq2M/s400/Aubrey%2527s%2B2nd%2Bbirthday%2Band%2BRachel%2527s%2Bbirth%2B026.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nana could make the party personally, so she sat on the table and joined the party through Skype. She watched you blow out your candles, eat your cake and open presents. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Xst5G8l1vHo/TZaGcwlFpDI/AAAAAAAAA8s/aXULhbcx58o/s1600/Aubrey%2527s%2B2nd%2Bbirthday%2Band%2BRachel%2527s%2Bbirth%2B028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590803816061969458" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Xst5G8l1vHo/TZaGcwlFpDI/AAAAAAAAA8s/aXULhbcx58o/s400/Aubrey%2527s%2B2nd%2Bbirthday%2Band%2BRachel%2527s%2Bbirth%2B028.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You were more interested in talking to Nana than opening your presents. One of your favorites was a blender. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pjc3MkFOxKc/TZaGQzehEWI/AAAAAAAAA8k/rTfNqny5yx0/s1600/Aubrey%2527s%2B2nd%2Bbirthday%2Band%2BRachel%2527s%2Bbirth%2B030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590803610681282914" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pjc3MkFOxKc/TZaGQzehEWI/AAAAAAAAA8k/rTfNqny5yx0/s400/Aubrey%2527s%2B2nd%2Bbirthday%2Band%2BRachel%2527s%2Bbirth%2B030.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Your big gift was a new bike as well. You love riding your bike. For the past couple of months you have been riding Sara's bike. It is great that you will be able to ride a bike that is a little more your size. You loved the baby seat on the back as well as the basket in the front. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NgZZzdYIpuE/TZaGJ0BD2_I/AAAAAAAAA8c/XehqTVuO4rw/s1600/Aubrey%2527s%2B2nd%2Bbirthday%2Band%2BRachel%2527s%2Bbirth%2B033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590803490567085042" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NgZZzdYIpuE/TZaGJ0BD2_I/AAAAAAAAA8c/XehqTVuO4rw/s400/Aubrey%2527s%2B2nd%2Bbirthday%2Band%2BRachel%2527s%2Bbirth%2B033.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Happy birthday girls. I feel so blessed to have all three of you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Love Daddy &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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336269330086731623-6523506986524236764?l=lunnbun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/feeds/6523506986524236764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5336269330086731623&amp;postID=6523506986524236764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/6523506986524236764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/6523506986524236764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/2011/04/blog-post.html' title='Happy Birthday Girls'/><author><name>D Lunn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SSoZPEYsFJI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ERFnk79TUhU/S220/Sara%27s+Arrival+Mom%27s+Camera+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Fy7mqB38uE/TZaICzdtITI/AAAAAAAAA-M/X9yegN2bFwI/s72-c/Sara%2527s%2B3rd%2BBirthday%2B018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336269330086731623.post-877451075913485793</id><published>2011-04-01T21:06:00.017-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T22:12:06.056-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome Rachel Sophia Lunn</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 333px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 172px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590802923214012338" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VgXdLcGsaOg/TZaFoydi_7I/AAAAAAAAA8U/_DYUwzmKcBU/s400/Reds.jpg" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Welcome Rachel Sophia Lunn to the world. Let's recap the last couple of days. Wednesday March 30th was Aubrey's 2nd birthday. At 9:00pm that night Mommy started having contractions every five minutes. So we went to the hospital at 11:00pm and were sent home at 2:00am. The contractions were not making any progress so we were sent home. Shortly after arriving home, we crashed onto the bed. At 6:30am, Mommy woke me up saying, "My water broke." AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH we are heading the hospital now. Sure enough after arriving, the Doctor said that we were staying until our little one was born. Finally the labor started around 2:30pm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Coincidently the Reds were playing their Opening Day game against the Brewers. The Brewers started the game with 2 solo shot home runs. At 2:30 Daddy turned the game off to focus on Mommy. At 3:00 Mommy was in full labor, but there still wasn't much progress. Finally at 4:07, Rachel entered the world. Your body was coming through the canal a little off which made labor a little more difficult. Your shoulder got stuck and one the of nurses had to jump onto Mommy's stomach. It was crazy, but you entered the world screaming and crying. Mommy and I were so happy. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 165px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 17px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590801730536083842" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6mXHHNUxU70/TZaEjXY-EYI/AAAAAAAAA8M/D0Vp2a9j73Q/s400/Reds.jpg" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ks4gc_EpTkw/TZZ6OLP3PoI/AAAAAAAAA8E/b9bt1kL_C7E/s1600/Aubrey%2527s%2B2nd%2Bbirthday%2Band%2BRachel%2527s%2Bbirth%2B036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590790371383131778" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ks4gc_EpTkw/TZZ6OLP3PoI/AAAAAAAAA8E/b9bt1kL_C7E/s400/Aubrey%2527s%2B2nd%2Bbirthday%2Band%2BRachel%2527s%2Bbirth%2B036.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You were born 9 lbs and 7 ounces. You were also 21 inches long. Everyone was amazed by the thickness of your hair. You had dark brown hair with blonde highlights. Beautiful. We spent the next hour falling in love with you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-opjeKmfk17s/TZZ6CGBKgcI/AAAAAAAAA78/XLftnJL5CrQ/s1600/Aubrey%2527s%2B2nd%2Bbirthday%2Band%2BRachel%2527s%2Bbirth%2B037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590790163820872130" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-opjeKmfk17s/TZZ6CGBKgcI/AAAAAAAAA78/XLftnJL5CrQ/s400/Aubrey%2527s%2B2nd%2Bbirthday%2Band%2BRachel%2527s%2Bbirth%2B037.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Background on your name. Rachel comes from Nana's Grandma's name. She was named Harriett Rachel Piester. Sophia is Mommy's Grandma's name. So you get both sides of the family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dp4amW7mbjw/TZZ56a0l7JI/AAAAAAAAA70/389sQr9iifc/s1600/Aubrey%2527s%2B2nd%2Bbirthday%2Band%2BRachel%2527s%2Bbirth%2B038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590790031966334098" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dp4amW7mbjw/TZZ56a0l7JI/AAAAAAAAA70/389sQr9iifc/s400/Aubrey%2527s%2B2nd%2Bbirthday%2Band%2BRachel%2527s%2Bbirth%2B038.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w16zDyXTmns/TZZ5xp8bYVI/AAAAAAAAA7s/gVXIEHfwqjw/s1600/Aubrey%2527s%2B2nd%2Bbirthday%2Band%2BRachel%2527s%2Bbirth%2B039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590789881406906706" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w16zDyXTmns/TZZ5xp8bYVI/AAAAAAAAA7s/gVXIEHfwqjw/s400/Aubrey%2527s%2B2nd%2Bbirthday%2Band%2BRachel%2527s%2Bbirth%2B039.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Xrk-b84QYxE/TZZ5rC17DOI/AAAAAAAAA7k/wmAta57StBE/s1600/Aubrey%2527s%2B2nd%2Bbirthday%2Band%2BRachel%2527s%2Bbirth%2B040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590789767831424226" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Xrk-b84QYxE/TZZ5rC17DOI/AAAAAAAAA7k/wmAta57StBE/s400/Aubrey%2527s%2B2nd%2Bbirthday%2Band%2BRachel%2527s%2Bbirth%2B040.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is my favorite picture of you. Beautiful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C63zehbvu-U/TZZ5jW58Q7I/AAAAAAAAA7c/UXcrlwaQvdY/s1600/Aubrey%2527s%2B2nd%2Bbirthday%2Band%2BRachel%2527s%2Bbirth%2B041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590789635778036658" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C63zehbvu-U/TZZ5jW58Q7I/AAAAAAAAA7c/UXcrlwaQvdY/s400/Aubrey%2527s%2B2nd%2Bbirthday%2Band%2BRachel%2527s%2Bbirth%2B041.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LdSWCQnf85Q/TZZ5bxE2LoI/AAAAAAAAA7U/riWLSPdjm7c/s1600/Aubrey%2527s%2B2nd%2Bbirthday%2Band%2BRachel%2527s%2Bbirth%2B042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590789505364143746" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LdSWCQnf85Q/TZZ5bxE2LoI/AAAAAAAAA7U/riWLSPdjm7c/s400/Aubrey%2527s%2B2nd%2Bbirthday%2Band%2BRachel%2527s%2Bbirth%2B042.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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By the way, at 5:00pm the Reds Ramon Hernandez hit a three run home run to win 7-6.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Go REDS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Love Daddy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336269330086731623-877451075913485793?l=lunnbun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/feeds/877451075913485793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5336269330086731623&amp;postID=877451075913485793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/877451075913485793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/877451075913485793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/2011/04/welcome-rachel-sophia-lunn.html' title='Welcome Rachel Sophia Lunn'/><author><name>D Lunn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SSoZPEYsFJI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ERFnk79TUhU/S220/Sara%27s+Arrival+Mom%27s+Camera+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VgXdLcGsaOg/TZaFoydi_7I/AAAAAAAAA8U/_DYUwzmKcBU/s72-c/Reds.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336269330086731623.post-84765840453835742</id><published>2011-03-26T17:02:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T17:05:23.882-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Waiting Game</title><content type='html'>Dear It,&lt;br /&gt;New baby, we are waiting for you.  You will be coming into our world any day now.  We can't wait to meet you, hold you, and love all over you.  Aubrey today tried to wake you up by walking over to Mommy's belly and yelling, "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;BABYYYYYY&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it has been quite a while since I have been on here posting about the lives of Aubrey and Sara Lyn, but goodness knows I've been parenting my butt off.  It is ridiculous how much I have been doing for you two.  I meant to post after Sara's birthday but decided that I would put the birthdays together.  Lazy yes.  Busy yes.  I will try to be better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336269330086731623-84765840453835742?l=lunnbun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/feeds/84765840453835742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5336269330086731623&amp;postID=84765840453835742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/84765840453835742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/84765840453835742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/2011/03/waiting-game.html' title='The Waiting Game'/><author><name>D Lunn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SSoZPEYsFJI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ERFnk79TUhU/S220/Sara%27s+Arrival+Mom%27s+Camera+023.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336269330086731623.post-3831479089430546979</id><published>2011-02-05T20:41:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T21:39:34.132-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy Daughter Dance</title><content type='html'>Three years ago, I dreamed of a night like tonight.  At that time I didn't know how long it would be before you came to Mommy and me.  I remember at times, when I was bored, I would watch Gotcha Videos online.  It was a difficult and depressing time waiting for you.  I just wanted to get to know you, hug you, and spend nights like tonight.   &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/TU4HFIT0xWI/AAAAAAAAA6U/r4shRwq10nI/s1600/Daddy%2BDaughter%2BDance%2B002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570397573815256418" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/TU4HFIT0xWI/AAAAAAAAA6U/r4shRwq10nI/s400/Daddy%2BDaughter%2BDance%2B002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Daddy Daughter Dance started with us going to dinner at a China buffet.  We doubled with Mr. Jeff and Reva.  Reva wanted Chinese.  I've never heard of a three year old requesting Chinese, but there you go.  Dinner was fun.  You had whatever you wanted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dance was tons of fun.  We got our picture, had popcorn, and danced like crazy to Thriller, YMCA, and The Chicken Dance.  My favorite part of the night was dancing to Butterfly Kisses.  It is something about having a daughter.  It was such a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;beautiful&lt;/span&gt; night.  Best night ever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night ended with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Graeters&lt;/span&gt;.  Yet another dream.  I dreamed of ending a night like this with sharing ice cream. So we clinked our spoons and enjoyed ice cream together.  Perfect night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/TU39_1MwvXI/AAAAAAAAA58/TrlDNDBQzAE/s1600/Daddy%2BDaughter%2BDance%2B010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570387587181362546" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/TU39_1MwvXI/AAAAAAAAA58/TrlDNDBQzAE/s400/Daddy%2BDaughter%2BDance%2B010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The next day we went to the Year of the Rabbit party.  You and Aubrey dressed up in your traditional Korean dresses.  You two were the most beautiful little girls there.  We do this every year, but this year it was special seeing you both dressed up.  I love the picture below.  It is always fun to look around and see all of these little Korean kids running around.  I also like that finally Sara can look around and see someone with black hair just like her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/TU39h17c8PI/AAAAAAAAA50/Bna7hsyBM40/s1600/Daddy%2BDaughter%2BDance%2B014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570387071981121778" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/TU39h17c8PI/AAAAAAAAA50/Bna7hsyBM40/s400/Daddy%2BDaughter%2BDance%2B014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; But my favorite part was watching ten kids running around the stage.  Nine kids with black hair and one kid with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;blond&lt;/span&gt; hair.  As I was watching Sara was running Aubrey around the stage holding her hand.  I love watching you two act like sisters. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Daddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336269330086731623-3831479089430546979?l=lunnbun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/feeds/3831479089430546979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5336269330086731623&amp;postID=3831479089430546979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/3831479089430546979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/3831479089430546979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/2011/02/daddy-daughter-dance.html' title='Daddy Daughter Dance'/><author><name>D Lunn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SSoZPEYsFJI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ERFnk79TUhU/S220/Sara%27s+Arrival+Mom%27s+Camera+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/TU4HFIT0xWI/AAAAAAAAA6U/r4shRwq10nI/s72-c/Daddy%2BDaughter%2BDance%2B002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336269330086731623.post-8758838337425070517</id><published>2011-01-12T14:02:00.020-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T15:25:38.934-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas and Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>This Christmas is difficult to describe.  I could use something like, "It was the best of times; it was the worst of times," but that doesn't fully describe this 2010 Christmas in the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lunn&lt;/span&gt; household.  It started like just about any other Christmas.  We went to the Family Christmas at church.  The Family Christmas is such a fun event.  There was grandmas reading Christmas stories, decorating cookies, and listening to carols.  &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/TS4HbhXQIgI/AAAAAAAAA5o/gzk9b2PsyiY/s1600/Christmas%2B2010%2B012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561390759242899970" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/TS4HbhXQIgI/AAAAAAAAA5o/gzk9b2PsyiY/s400/Christmas%2B2010%2B012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/TS4G0CUSAVI/AAAAAAAAA5g/qNh-cvuuhD8/s1600/Christmas%2B2010%2B014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561390080894042450" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/TS4G0CUSAVI/AAAAAAAAA5g/qNh-cvuuhD8/s400/Christmas%2B2010%2B014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/TS4GWNRZwaI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/3f3-sf4BlPg/s1600/Christmas%2B2010%2B016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561389568438682018" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/TS4GWNRZwaI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/3f3-sf4BlPg/s400/Christmas%2B2010%2B016.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;According to Aubrey, this was the best part of the night.  Yes she enjoyed making the ornaments and gingerbread house, but eating the cookie was the best part of the night.  She eats quite intently.   Sara and Aubrey are &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; sisters. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/TS4FrJL8tzI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/X10zMcwrka0/s1600/Christmas%2B2010%2B032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561388828607690546" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/TS4FrJL8tzI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/X10zMcwrka0/s400/Christmas%2B2010%2B032.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Other than the Family Christmas, going to the zoo has become a family tradition.  This year it was a bitter cold night, but the lights were absolutely beautiful.  This beautiful night almost never happened.  Forty-five minutes of sitting in traffic was enough to end the Christmas spirit, but Stacy would not allow the traffic to &lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt;mess &lt;/span&gt;with her Christmas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/TS4FDzxbqLI/AAAAAAAAA5I/kLmqPyB7mG4/s1600/Christmas%2B2010%2B035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561388152844429490" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/TS4FDzxbqLI/AAAAAAAAA5I/kLmqPyB7mG4/s400/Christmas%2B2010%2B035.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/TS4EotLqdZI/AAAAAAAAA5A/ouFxUSGIX88/s1600/Christmas%2B2010%2B030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561387687218935186" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/TS4EotLqdZI/AAAAAAAAA5A/ouFxUSGIX88/s400/Christmas%2B2010%2B030.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Snow angels on the kitchen floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/TS4D88rus_I/AAAAAAAAA44/kagHj0BmZWA/s1600/Christmas%2B2010%2B040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561386935465718770" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/TS4D88rus_I/AAAAAAAAA44/kagHj0BmZWA/s400/Christmas%2B2010%2B040.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We made it the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lunn&lt;/span&gt; Family Christmas with no problems.  We woke up a couple of days before Christmas to open our family presents.  That afternoon we were heading to her Grandma Hog's house.  Aubrey, I was surprised by how much you got into opening presents.  After the first one you were hooked.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/TS4DVPhVRWI/AAAAAAAAA4w/Q0fB76C8T2o/s1600/Christmas%2B2010%2B048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561386253327615330" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/TS4DVPhVRWI/AAAAAAAAA4w/Q0fB76C8T2o/s400/Christmas%2B2010%2B048.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aubrey and Sara, you will love golf.  You will dominate in golf. You will destroy the Parsons family every time you get onto a golf course.  You two have a legit set of golf clubs to begin your career.  I know that you didn't ask for them, but now that you have them....YOU LOVE THEM!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/TS4C6BoTpJI/AAAAAAAAA4o/ivF-UqmGIt8/s1600/Christmas%2B2010%2B050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561385785742304402" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/TS4C6BoTpJI/AAAAAAAAA4o/ivF-UqmGIt8/s400/Christmas%2B2010%2B050.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; How happy do you look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/TS4CN1zXu-I/AAAAAAAAA4g/wX90UJlALB4/s1600/Christmas%2B2010%2B052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561385026653240290" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/TS4CN1zXu-I/AAAAAAAAA4g/wX90UJlALB4/s400/Christmas%2B2010%2B052.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We are now at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Mamma&lt;/span&gt; Hog's house.  We spent a couple of days there with Grandma Hog's house along with Uncle Chad.  Not surprising, the digital photo frame was your favorite item in the house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/TS4Bq68QY8I/AAAAAAAAA4Y/Wfi-VMsD1VY/s1600/Christmas%2B2010%2B055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561384426737263554" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/TS4Bq68QY8I/AAAAAAAAA4Y/Wfi-VMsD1VY/s400/Christmas%2B2010%2B055.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ahhhhhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/TS4BNSkJ3yI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/GOxR613scew/s1600/Christmas%2B2010%2B066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561383917682548514" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/TS4BNSkJ3yI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/GOxR613scew/s400/Christmas%2B2010%2B066.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Grandma Hog had to get a family photo.  We took twenty some odd pictures and sadly this is the best one that we got. Not sure what the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Axl&lt;/span&gt;-Man is doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/TS4ArdoEelI/AAAAAAAAA4I/XsYdaM2EWRU/s1600/Christmas%2B2010%2B080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561383336536210002" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/TS4ArdoEelI/AAAAAAAAA4I/XsYdaM2EWRU/s400/Christmas%2B2010%2B080.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After Grandma Hog's house we started our journey off to Grandpa Larry and Grandma Pat's house.  About forty minutes away from Rochester, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Aubrianna&lt;/span&gt; decided to throw up her breakfast.  Not that big of a deal.  I've been a daddy for a little while now.  We cleaned her up, stretched a turtleneck over her head and on we went.  Twenty minutes away from Rochester, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Aubrianna&lt;/span&gt; threw &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;chunks&lt;/span&gt; all over her, her turtleneck and her car seat.  We pulled into a gas station and I went in to ask for a pair of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;scissors&lt;/span&gt;.  We surgically cut the turtleneck off, threw it away, and Stacy took Aubrey...half naked...into the bathroom.  We finally arrived. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/TS3_8bo9XAI/AAAAAAAAA4A/ujxU1FMHAj8/s1600/Christmas%2B2010%2B082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561382528549215234" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/TS3_8bo9XAI/AAAAAAAAA4A/ujxU1FMHAj8/s400/Christmas%2B2010%2B082.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ahhhhh&lt;/span&gt;.  A night later and I found myself throwing up into the toilet.  And now we are off to Nana and Papa's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/TS3_CGWv9hI/AAAAAAAAA34/mwBChxefnc4/s1600/Christmas%2B2010%2B086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561381526403282450" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/TS3_CGWv9hI/AAAAAAAAA34/mwBChxefnc4/s400/Christmas%2B2010%2B086.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The first night we were at Nana and Papa's house, Sara Lyn was found throwing up twice in her bed.  There seems to be a theme going on here.  Regardless of the throw up and traveling we really did have a great job seeing everyone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/TS3-dAAXXiI/AAAAAAAAA3w/Gz8fsNRRA54/s1600/Christmas%2B2010%2B095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561380889043623458" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/TS3-dAAXXiI/AAAAAAAAA3w/Gz8fsNRRA54/s400/Christmas%2B2010%2B095.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/TS392jkuJoI/AAAAAAAAA3o/n0g2XZT_aFQ/s1600/Christmas%2B2010%2B100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561380228576454274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/TS392jkuJoI/AAAAAAAAA3o/n0g2XZT_aFQ/s400/Christmas%2B2010%2B100.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The three girls and their laptops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/TS38-E2Mj4I/AAAAAAAAA3g/9FwNqL8Z_wI/s1600/Christmas%2B2010%2B104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561379258255576962" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/TS38-E2Mj4I/AAAAAAAAA3g/9FwNqL8Z_wI/s400/Christmas%2B2010%2B104.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our trip ended with a 911 phone call.  It was late one night and Mommy's continuous monitor was going beep beep beep.  After me yelling at her a couple of times to check her blood sugar.  She didn't.  I turned on the light and asked her to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;check&lt;/span&gt; her blood sugar.  She didn't.  Instead she took the covers and shoved them over her head and began yelling, "BITE."  HUH???HUH???  Eventually I called 911 and they came and checked your Mommy's blood sugar.  They gave her an IV and suddenly Mommy became awake, cold, and embarrassed.  It turns out that Mommy's blood sugar had dipped down too low.  Everything turned out to be okay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The next day we drove home.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It was good to be home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Love Daddy&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&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336269330086731623-8758838337425070517?l=lunnbun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/feeds/8758838337425070517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5336269330086731623&amp;postID=8758838337425070517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/8758838337425070517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/8758838337425070517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/2011/01/merry-christmas-and-happy-new-year.html' title='Merry Christmas and Happy New Year'/><author><name>D Lunn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SSoZPEYsFJI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ERFnk79TUhU/S220/Sara%27s+Arrival+Mom%27s+Camera+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/TS4HbhXQIgI/AAAAAAAAA5o/gzk9b2PsyiY/s72-c/Christmas%2B2010%2B012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336269330086731623.post-2822885481816306839</id><published>2010-12-14T11:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T11:49:12.107-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a Girl</title><content type='html'>Aubrey and Sara,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In only 20 weeks you will be welcoming in your brand new baby sister.  Last week we went to the doctor to make sure everything was going well with little baby.  I was so excited the entire day because I thought for sure we were having a boy.  Obviously I was dead wrong.  The original plan was to not find out what we were having.  We didn't find out with Aubrey, but for whatever reason I had to know.  Your Mommy still did not want to find out, but I can be rather persistent.  So we went into the doctor's office and Mommy laid down on the bed.  The doctor put &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;goopy&lt;/span&gt; goop on her belly and magically we saw the baby on the television. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Immediately&lt;/span&gt; I said,&lt;br /&gt;"It's a boy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said, "No that is the placenta."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh oops."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minutes later I said, "It's a boy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uh no."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we waited and waited and waited.  Finally she said, "You are having a girl."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heartbreak. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the beginning of the blog I have said that I was going to be honest.  How many girls must I have?  What have I done?  Is there anything I can do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After leaving the hospital, I called Nana and she thought it was the funniest joke she had ever heard.  After an hour or so of dark depression, I came out of it.  I knew were so lucky to have a healthy baby.  I knew that we were so lucky to have three beautiful daughters, but we are done.  I'm not going to try to go for four.  No way no how.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336269330086731623-2822885481816306839?l=lunnbun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/feeds/2822885481816306839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5336269330086731623&amp;postID=2822885481816306839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/2822885481816306839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/2822885481816306839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/2010/12/its-girl.html' title='It&apos;s a Girl'/><author><name>D Lunn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SSoZPEYsFJI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ERFnk79TUhU/S220/Sara%27s+Arrival+Mom%27s+Camera+023.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336269330086731623.post-5973950640346030209</id><published>2010-11-28T14:20:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T14:36:29.042-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/TPKszfGipyI/AAAAAAAAA3M/Kt4JLJEj95g/s1600/148848_461990306397_682496397_5737766_5510444_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544684091768743714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/TPKszfGipyI/AAAAAAAAA3M/Kt4JLJEj95g/s400/148848_461990306397_682496397_5737766_5510444_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thanksgiving is such a wonderful holiday.  I'm sitting here at 2:30pm on the following Sunday.  It is quiet in the house.  Mommy is asleep.  Aubrey is asleep, and Sara is asleep.  Oh yeah and of course Axl is asleep.  There is not only a calm in the house, there is also a calm in my life.  I know that I am doing exactly what God wants me to do.  I know that I am supposed to be teaching.  I know that I am supposed to be married to your Mommy.  I know that I am supposed to raise you two and enjoy raising you two.  This weekend was such a fun time to be with both Sara and Aubrey.  Sure there are times in which you drive us crazy, but there are also so many times like today.  When I got back from my run, Sara was dancing around singing, "Shake my buttie" and Aubrey was playing "Nap time."  You both were so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/TPKseJokhtI/AAAAAAAAA3E/ICVUyuYP8ZY/s1600/75718_461990151397_682496397_5737760_6848868_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544683725228639954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/TPKseJokhtI/AAAAAAAAA3E/ICVUyuYP8ZY/s400/75718_461990151397_682496397_5737760_6848868_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I can honestly tell you both what the highlight of the weekend was for Nana.  It was cuddling with Aubrey on the sofa.  You two must have cuddled for over half an hour on the sofa.  Sometimes the best part of the day is when you two wake up from your naps and you want to cuddle.  It doesn't last long, but it is always great when it does. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/TPKsZcPb5II/AAAAAAAAA28/wrgkF4oh5pc/s1600/149977_461989971397_682496397_5737756_6789160_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544683644324144258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/TPKsZcPb5II/AAAAAAAAA28/wrgkF4oh5pc/s400/149977_461989971397_682496397_5737756_6789160_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mommy had every right to be sleeping.  She made all of the food and went down and watched your Daddy run in the rain.  Although it was my fastest time up to date.  6.2 miles in 42 minutes and 48 seconds.  Broke 43 yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/TPKr4xNuxyI/AAAAAAAAA20/md4OgQYRZbY/s1600/148426_461989846397_682496397_5737752_875976_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544683083018454818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/TPKr4xNuxyI/AAAAAAAAA20/md4OgQYRZbY/s400/148426_461989846397_682496397_5737752_875976_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I think the highlight of the weekend for me was hanging out with Great Maw Maw.  It was great to spend a couple of days with her and to watch her interact with you two.  The morning in which she was scheduled to leave, both Sara and Aubrey sat on her lap while she read stories.  I do hope that you will have fond memories of her.  It was really quite beautiful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/TPKr0_X6ZDI/AAAAAAAAA2s/JfJ1I4qN0f0/s1600/156024_461989701397_682496397_5737749_2092924_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544683018099778610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/TPKr0_X6ZDI/AAAAAAAAA2s/JfJ1I4qN0f0/s400/156024_461989701397_682496397_5737749_2092924_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                   Aubrey, you just have so much style. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/TPKrlFS9z4I/AAAAAAAAA2k/f2MH-0pGFOQ/s1600/75797_461989221397_682496397_5737738_274321_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544682744811736962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/TPKrlFS9z4I/AAAAAAAAA2k/f2MH-0pGFOQ/s400/75797_461989221397_682496397_5737738_274321_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I just love this picture.  It is amazing how much you two play together, love on each other, and just hang out.  I can't wait to see how it goes when you two become roommates...which is not that far away. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;Daddy&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/5336269330086731623-5973950640346030209?l=lunnbun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/feeds/5973950640346030209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5336269330086731623&amp;postID=5973950640346030209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/5973950640346030209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/5973950640346030209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/2010/11/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving'/><author><name>D Lunn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SSoZPEYsFJI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ERFnk79TUhU/S220/Sara%27s+Arrival+Mom%27s+Camera+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/TPKszfGipyI/AAAAAAAAA3M/Kt4JLJEj95g/s72-c/148848_461990306397_682496397_5737766_5510444_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336269330086731623.post-6410473191743530847</id><published>2010-11-01T18:57:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T19:10:09.688-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/TM9IjrvmBOI/AAAAAAAAA2c/mzyAxgMCzzc/s1600/Sara%27s+1st+Birthday+031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534722244936598754" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/TM9IjrvmBOI/AAAAAAAAA2c/mzyAxgMCzzc/s400/Sara%27s+1st+Birthday+031.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/TM9IDxxsYBI/AAAAAAAAA2U/xepjKK0U758/s1600/Sara%27s+1st+Birthday+034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534721696800202770" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/TM9IDxxsYBI/AAAAAAAAA2U/xepjKK0U758/s400/Sara%27s+1st+Birthday+034.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/TM9HhdduJLI/AAAAAAAAA2M/QJgj2uV4akA/s1600/Sara%27s+1st+Birthday+051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534721107232171186" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/TM9HhdduJLI/AAAAAAAAA2M/QJgj2uV4akA/s400/Sara%27s+1st+Birthday+051.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/TM9G-baWahI/AAAAAAAAA2E/b4jO-VtMxr4/s1600/Sara%27s+1st+Birthday+052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534720505385740818" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/TM9G-baWahI/AAAAAAAAA2E/b4jO-VtMxr4/s400/Sara%27s+1st+Birthday+052.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336269330086731623-6410473191743530847?l=lunnbun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/feeds/6410473191743530847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5336269330086731623&amp;postID=6410473191743530847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/6410473191743530847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/6410473191743530847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/2010/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>D Lunn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SSoZPEYsFJI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ERFnk79TUhU/S220/Sara%27s+Arrival+Mom%27s+Camera+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/TM9IjrvmBOI/AAAAAAAAA2c/mzyAxgMCzzc/s72-c/Sara%27s+1st+Birthday+031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336269330086731623.post-973246202944161356</id><published>2010-10-30T05:36:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T06:30:31.821-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Marathon/Playoff Baseball</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/TMvwHUmznfI/AAAAAAAAA18/EHYBtFJL9vE/s1600/Columbus+Marathon+2010+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533780575736012274" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/TMvwHUmznfI/AAAAAAAAA18/EHYBtFJL9vE/s400/Columbus+Marathon+2010+008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Boy oh boy do you two love each other.  Last weekend we were around your cousin Sam.  It is interesting to see the difference between you two and Sam.  Sam is all boy.  You two play well together.  Aubrey, you are really starting to play on your own a lot more.  Currently your favorite toy is to play with your baby.  You love to kiss your baby.  You love to go for walks with your baby.  You love to put your baby night night.  It is a lot of fun to watch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/TMvvsT8R06I/AAAAAAAAA10/NzKuok7ofGo/s1600/Columbus+Marathon+2010+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533780111701169058" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/TMvvsT8R06I/AAAAAAAAA10/NzKuok7ofGo/s400/Columbus+Marathon+2010+002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Your Mommy just loves these dresses.  I love to see you two do the Twist in these outfits. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/TMvvK6ooBEI/AAAAAAAAA1s/JnaTHL7oz04/s1600/Columbus+Marathon+2010+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533779537972167746" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/TMvvK6ooBEI/AAAAAAAAA1s/JnaTHL7oz04/s400/Columbus+Marathon+2010+013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Reds finally made the playoffs this year.  The entire city had baseball fever.  Mommy and I got tickets for game three.  Sure, you two may not be able to go to college because of it, but...whatever.  We have never been to a game like this.  The crowd was absolutely rocking.  They passed out rally towels before the game and it was cool to see 44,000 people screaming and twirling them.  Sadly the Reds lost 2-0.  The Phillies starting pitcher was just too much to handle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/TMvulZ6tLJI/AAAAAAAAA1k/bXgDRqGBo4I/s1600/Columbus+Marathon+2010+022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533778893534473362" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/TMvulZ6tLJI/AAAAAAAAA1k/bXgDRqGBo4I/s400/Columbus+Marathon+2010+022.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Your Daddy completed the Columbus Marathon on Oct. 16, 2010.  It was a perfect day.  Beautiful weather and a good run.  I did it in 3 hours 24 minutes and 58 seconds.   I wanted to qualify for Boston, but that was just too difficult to make.  The best part of the day though was when I got home and got to hug you two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/TMvraEeD1VI/AAAAAAAAA1c/bU_S-sgKjWQ/s1600/Columbus+Marathon+2010+030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533775400263734610" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/TMvraEeD1VI/AAAAAAAAA1c/bU_S-sgKjWQ/s400/Columbus+Marathon+2010+030.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Daddy's pretty tired after the race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/TMvqu57JptI/AAAAAAAAA1U/F_AXUUtINJQ/s1600/Columbus+Marathon+2010+032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533774658698585810" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/TMvqu57JptI/AAAAAAAAA1U/F_AXUUtINJQ/s400/Columbus+Marathon+2010+032.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/TMvqE5yMfHI/AAAAAAAAA1M/d74BhjcZ59E/s1600/Columbus+Marathon+2010+034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533773937106517106" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/TMvqE5yMfHI/AAAAAAAAA1M/d74BhjcZ59E/s400/Columbus+Marathon+2010+034.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The whole family.  The sign says, "Use those Lunn-buns."  Mommy's crazy.  &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/5336269330086731623-973246202944161356?l=lunnbun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/feeds/973246202944161356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5336269330086731623&amp;postID=973246202944161356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/973246202944161356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/973246202944161356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/2010/10/marathonplayoff-baseball.html' title='Marathon/Playoff Baseball'/><author><name>D Lunn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SSoZPEYsFJI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ERFnk79TUhU/S220/Sara%27s+Arrival+Mom%27s+Camera+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/TMvwHUmznfI/AAAAAAAAA18/EHYBtFJL9vE/s72-c/Columbus+Marathon+2010+008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336269330086731623.post-7453784625380153925</id><published>2010-10-07T20:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T20:28:53.269-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Aubrey gets a boo-boo</title><content type='html'>Aubrey, &lt;br /&gt;You are crazy. Today, you were playing outside running around with your sister and Addison. Sara and Addison were racing. I learned today that Sara is very slow. It's borderline embarrassing. Aubrey while you chased after them, you stubbed your toe, which caused you to get a drop of blood that trickled from you nail. After your bath I put a band-aid on your big toe. At this point, you sat there and began picking at your band-aid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few minutes, it was time for bed. This is where it gets funny. You wouldn't stand up. You started crying. I tried to get you to stand up again. You wouldn't. You thought your toe was gone. Apparently, you thought the band-aid took your toe away. It took kisses and me to move your big toe around before you believed that your toe was not gone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell you what Aubrey, lately you have been absolutely the cutest kid. I am just thoroughly enjoying every second that I get with you. You wake up smiling. You go to bed smiling. You constantly laugh. You are just a fun kid. I love the 18 month stage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy says that you testing her, that you a little manipulator, but I don't get that. I just happen to get the best of you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love &lt;br /&gt;Daddy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336269330086731623-7453784625380153925?l=lunnbun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/feeds/7453784625380153925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5336269330086731623&amp;postID=7453784625380153925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/7453784625380153925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/7453784625380153925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/2010/10/aubrey-gets-boo-boo.html' title='Aubrey gets a boo-boo'/><author><name>D Lunn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SSoZPEYsFJI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ERFnk79TUhU/S220/Sara%27s+Arrival+Mom%27s+Camera+023.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336269330086731623.post-1641679449622377378</id><published>2010-09-21T11:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T12:32:46.985-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Baby</title><content type='html'>Sara,&lt;br /&gt;You are about to be the oldest of three kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aubrey,&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, the days of you being babied are over.  Come March, you are going to become a middle child.  Take it from one middle child, life is about to become difficult.  Sorry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week we went to the doctor.  I met Aubrey, Sara, and Mommy at the doctor's office.  They took us back to this room with machines that made strange noises and an adjustable bed that Mommy had to sit/lay on.  I'd rather not go into the details about what they did to Mommy.  What was cool/exciting/wonderful was seeing/hearing the baby on the computer monitor.  Sara, you were so excited.  You got that beautiful excited smile on your face and started to talk to the baby.  Aubrey, you just cried.  Apparently you were having a rough day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we left the doctor's office, Sara said, "Bye bye baby."  (Cutiest statement ever.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can't wait to meet you. &lt;br /&gt;Love the Lunns&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336269330086731623-1641679449622377378?l=lunnbun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/feeds/1641679449622377378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5336269330086731623&amp;postID=1641679449622377378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/1641679449622377378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/1641679449622377378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/2010/09/new-baby.html' title='New Baby'/><author><name>D Lunn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SSoZPEYsFJI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ERFnk79TUhU/S220/Sara%27s+Arrival+Mom%27s+Camera+023.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336269330086731623.post-520627804268028716</id><published>2010-08-27T16:02:00.013-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T21:38:38.401-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Trip to Michigan</title><content type='html'>This summer we took a wonderful trip up to Nana and Papa's house in Michigan.  We basically used them for a cheap beach/golf weekend.  Although, I think they got a lot out of it as well.  &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/THxaboxCpXI/AAAAAAAAA08/XmlMZ-3i3zQ/s1600/Kids+end+of+summer+2010+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511379474840724850" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/THxaboxCpXI/AAAAAAAAA08/XmlMZ-3i3zQ/s400/Kids+end+of+summer+2010+004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Aubrey having her 1st &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Popsicle&lt;/span&gt;.  She was a huge fan.  A big enough fan, that as soon as she was done, she went out and tried to find others...to no success. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/THxaRYK0YGI/AAAAAAAAA00/iSshTCzU2J0/s1600/Kids+end+of+summer+2010+019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511379298586746978" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/THxaRYK0YGI/AAAAAAAAA00/iSshTCzU2J0/s400/Kids+end+of+summer+2010+019.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Early on in our trip, we had a grill-out at Aunt Amy and Uncle Rob's house.  Sara Lyn &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;completely&lt;/span&gt; dominated in Home-Run derby.  That is what us &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lunns&lt;/span&gt; do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/THxZ9IbWq_I/AAAAAAAAA0s/G5q3RH06xWM/s1600/Kids+end+of+summer+2010+027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511378950763752434" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/THxZ9IbWq_I/AAAAAAAAA0s/G5q3RH06xWM/s400/Kids+end+of+summer+2010+027.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aubrey, having fun in her own way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/THxZitegOdI/AAAAAAAAA0k/yqROr-lwi5A/s1600/Kids+end+of+summer+2010+077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511378496852605394" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/THxZitegOdI/AAAAAAAAA0k/yqROr-lwi5A/s400/Kids+end+of+summer+2010+077.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As luck would have it, the county fair was going on the same week we were there.  This was hilarious.  Sara just laughed and laughed and her and Mommy had a great time.  I thoroughly enjoyed watching you two on the Scrambler.  It was one of the highlights of the trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/THxZXa6VTdI/AAAAAAAAA0c/s6pV8dpvVl4/s1600/Kids+end+of+summer+2010+080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511378302890495442" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/THxZXa6VTdI/AAAAAAAAA0c/s6pV8dpvVl4/s400/Kids+end+of+summer+2010+080.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/THxZJkxYPVI/AAAAAAAAA0U/fAEkzbYmEY0/s1600/Kids+end+of+summer+2010+081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511378065019125074" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/THxZJkxYPVI/AAAAAAAAA0U/fAEkzbYmEY0/s400/Kids+end+of+summer+2010+081.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All four &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;grandkids&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Look closely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/THxY7aSupJI/AAAAAAAAA0M/pW3grB9sGVc/s1600/Kids+end+of+summer+2010+099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511377821688046738" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/THxY7aSupJI/AAAAAAAAA0M/pW3grB9sGVc/s400/Kids+end+of+summer+2010+099.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my favorite picture.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;This&lt;/span&gt; is four generations.  Grandpa Bob.  Papa.  Daddy and my two girls Sara and Aubrey.  This will be one of the pictures that you will have your entire life.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/THxYxRD75zI/AAAAAAAAA0E/RD3vEKw6fi8/s1600/Kids+end+of+summer+2010+106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511377647411390258" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/THxYxRD75zI/AAAAAAAAA0E/RD3vEKw6fi8/s400/Kids+end+of+summer+2010+106.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nana, Mommy, Sara, and Aubrey went to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kollen&lt;/span&gt; Park and enjoyed a fun time along the water and having "SNACK" time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/THxYgs5AKaI/AAAAAAAAAz8/8SVcbmZi6m8/s1600/Kids+end+of+summer+2010+114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511377362823948706" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/THxYgs5AKaI/AAAAAAAAAz8/8SVcbmZi6m8/s400/Kids+end+of+summer+2010+114.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Okay this was sweet.  Your friends Abigail, Luke, and Megan called you and Aubrey up and invited your family to their Nana and Papa's house.  Which just so happened to be right on Lake Michigan.  The water was perfect.  The beach was perfect.  The food was perfect.  What a perfect day.  Sara Lyn, make sure they invite you next year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/THxYQXJuRoI/AAAAAAAAAz0/LyMfx81xjIg/s1600/Kids+end+of+summer+2010+118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511377082110592642" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/THxYQXJuRoI/AAAAAAAAAz0/LyMfx81xjIg/s400/Kids+end+of+summer+2010+118.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It wouldn't be Nana's house without a desert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/THgafuvGh8I/AAAAAAAAAzs/Imls8Bk-0qg/s1600/Kids+end+of+summer+2010+125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510183276511659970" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/THgafuvGh8I/AAAAAAAAAzs/Imls8Bk-0qg/s400/Kids+end+of+summer+2010+125.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On our way home we stopped by Grandpa Larry and Grandma  Pat's house.  This is called "Redneck Fun." We took out the back hoe, the 1978 something, and the lawn mower, but you and your sister didn't care.  You both thought the mower was the best ride ever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/THgaVsfvQEI/AAAAAAAAAzk/Ab373CN9330/s1600/Kids+end+of+summer+2010+139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510183104111657026" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/THgaVsfvQEI/AAAAAAAAAzk/Ab373CN9330/s400/Kids+end+of+summer+2010+139.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hangin&lt;/span&gt;' with Grandpa.  Aubrey, laughing.  Doing what you do best. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Love &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Daddy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336269330086731623-520627804268028716?l=lunnbun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/feeds/520627804268028716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5336269330086731623&amp;postID=520627804268028716' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/520627804268028716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/520627804268028716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/2010/08/summer-trip-to-michigan.html' title='Summer Trip to Michigan'/><author><name>D Lunn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SSoZPEYsFJI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ERFnk79TUhU/S220/Sara%27s+Arrival+Mom%27s+Camera+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/THxaboxCpXI/AAAAAAAAA08/XmlMZ-3i3zQ/s72-c/Kids+end+of+summer+2010+004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336269330086731623.post-3320970308700812483</id><published>2010-07-18T20:33:00.016-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T20:47:11.547-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sara Golfing</title><content type='html'>Sara, This was truly an amazing weekend.  Yesterday, we went to the TPC Riversbend to watch the Nationwide Tour.  We walked the front nine, and watched some future PGA Tour Professionals.   You had so much fun watching them, looking at the course, and asking for snacks.  I think what you liked the most was hanging out with Daddy without Aubrey or Mommy. &lt;br /&gt;Today, you were so geeked about golf from yesterday that you wanted to go out today.  We went to Legendary Run this afternoon and played nine holes.  You enjoyed driving the cart, eating a cookie and sinking birdies with your club. We really had an amazing day.  I so enjoyed the time that we spent together today.  &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/TEOfF4QzNPI/AAAAAAAAAzc/ipON6NOui_A/s1600/Golf+2010+041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495410893673149682" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/TEOfF4QzNPI/AAAAAAAAAzc/ipON6NOui_A/s400/Golf+2010+041.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/TEOeiY5x7HI/AAAAAAAAAy0/Zkp0sF9vl5E/s1600/Golf+2010+019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495410283959676018" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/TEOeiY5x7HI/AAAAAAAAAy0/Zkp0sF9vl5E/s400/Golf+2010+019.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/TEOecXWLwII/AAAAAAAAAys/0wnFzNemWo8/s1600/Golf+2010+016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495410180462723202" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/TEOecXWLwII/AAAAAAAAAys/0wnFzNemWo8/s400/Golf+2010+016.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/TEOeTAgMCsI/AAAAAAAAAyk/jA2PhBdAYYw/s1600/Golf+2010+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495410019711847106" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/TEOeTAgMCsI/AAAAAAAAAyk/jA2PhBdAYYw/s400/Golf+2010+014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/TEOeOTSekcI/AAAAAAAAAyc/JmVm4LlQcds/s1600/Golf+2010+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495409938855268802" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/TEOeOTSekcI/AAAAAAAAAyc/JmVm4LlQcds/s400/Golf+2010+012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/TEOeJT-m8aI/AAAAAAAAAyU/Rfe9AMiC5V8/s1600/Golf+2010+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495409853141021090" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/TEOeJT-m8aI/AAAAAAAAAyU/Rfe9AMiC5V8/s400/Golf+2010+013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/TEOeCh5JZFI/AAAAAAAAAyM/nHwWrD8ARn0/s1600/Golf+2010+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495409736617124946" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/TEOeCh5JZFI/AAAAAAAAAyM/nHwWrD8ARn0/s400/Golf+2010+011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/TEOd9d0KzVI/AAAAAAAAAyE/BZu2j6r0wII/s1600/Golf+2010+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495409649623158098" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/TEOd9d0KzVI/AAAAAAAAAyE/BZu2j6r0wII/s400/Golf+2010+010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/TEOd4yTipfI/AAAAAAAAAx8/k1_t7w-Tuzw/s1600/Golf+2010+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495409569224107506" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/TEOd4yTipfI/AAAAAAAAAx8/k1_t7w-Tuzw/s400/Golf+2010+010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/TEOdyFKQNuI/AAAAAAAAAx0/_RplkyEeFKc/s1600/Golf+2010+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495409454026340066" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/TEOdyFKQNuI/AAAAAAAAAx0/_RplkyEeFKc/s400/Golf+2010+006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/TEOdsRz58ZI/AAAAAAAAAxs/yJkGeGuCuFc/s1600/Golf+2010+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495409354343051666" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/TEOdsRz58ZI/AAAAAAAAAxs/yJkGeGuCuFc/s400/Golf+2010+004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/TEOdmn0TN8I/AAAAAAAAAxk/LdpROasQg-g/s1600/Golf+2010+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495409257171072962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/TEOdmn0TN8I/AAAAAAAAAxk/LdpROasQg-g/s400/Golf+2010+001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Love Daddy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336269330086731623-3320970308700812483?l=lunnbun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/feeds/3320970308700812483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5336269330086731623&amp;postID=3320970308700812483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/3320970308700812483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/3320970308700812483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/2010/07/sara-golfing.html' title='Sara Golfing'/><author><name>D Lunn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SSoZPEYsFJI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ERFnk79TUhU/S220/Sara%27s+Arrival+Mom%27s+Camera+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/TEOfF4QzNPI/AAAAAAAAAzc/ipON6NOui_A/s72-c/Golf+2010+041.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336269330086731623.post-4368063588300003460</id><published>2010-07-17T20:52:00.020-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T20:47:48.960-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer 2010</title><content type='html'>I know that I have not been posting as much as I, but it is difficult because you two are a handful. Granted you both are a joyful handful, most of the time, but nevertheless a handful. These pictures span the past three weeks of your lives. Aubrey, you are amazing us more and more with the words that you are speaking. You are saying things like, Sara, no, yes, monkey, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;doggie&lt;/span&gt;, etc. Sara you are amazing us with your &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;inability&lt;/span&gt; to get POTTY down. Aren't you sick of peeing in your pants. Goodness knows Mommy and Daddy are. Just pee in the POTTY and lets be done with it. Let's move on with the rest of our lives. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/TEJUBEx-J3I/AAAAAAAAAxc/g5g7i7t7mmE/s1600/Summer+%2710+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495046872785364850" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/TEJUBEx-J3I/AAAAAAAAAxc/g5g7i7t7mmE/s400/Summer+%2710+005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/TEJTpnNNrAI/AAAAAAAAAxU/aA_qbvS8b18/s1600/Summer+%2710+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495046469709573122" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/TEJTpnNNrAI/AAAAAAAAAxU/aA_qbvS8b18/s400/Summer+%2710+009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aubrey, your walking is another aspect of your life that has just taken off. As a family we now get passed by turtles on our way into church because you insist on walking, but it is so funny to watch. You look like a little drunk man. Put down the sauce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/TEJTiNomQrI/AAAAAAAAAxM/O5g0Wxqbkzs/s1600/Summer+%2710+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495046342586024626" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/TEJTiNomQrI/AAAAAAAAAxM/O5g0Wxqbkzs/s400/Summer+%2710+011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Family resemblance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/TEJSrRCproI/AAAAAAAAAxE/MZ2i-Ml896w/s1600/Summer+%2710+020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495045398607801986" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/TEJSrRCproI/AAAAAAAAAxE/MZ2i-Ml896w/s400/Summer+%2710+020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You are too cute. I made you!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/TEJSiW4miHI/AAAAAAAAAw8/T1oGO1WK38A/s1600/Summer+%2710+027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495045245557442674" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/TEJSiW4miHI/AAAAAAAAAw8/T1oGO1WK38A/s400/Summer+%2710+027.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You may notice that you like to do a lot of pointing. It usually goes, "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Dadda&lt;/span&gt;/Momma &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;grsdzxcisl&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;clavidj&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cjavog&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;googoo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;gaa&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/TEJSbIcMi3I/AAAAAAAAAw0/08gceHvAHrI/s1600/Summer+%2710+028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495045121421118322" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/TEJSbIcMi3I/AAAAAAAAAw0/08gceHvAHrI/s400/Summer+%2710+028.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This summer has been a lot of fun taking you two down to the pool. Sara, you are an absolute fish. You love it. This is over at Beech Acres.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/TEJSSnfnLAI/AAAAAAAAAws/vl-NrO1ezvE/s1600/Summer+%2710+030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495044975138122754" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/TEJSSnfnLAI/AAAAAAAAAws/vl-NrO1ezvE/s400/Summer+%2710+030.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When the water came on, it was quite a shock for Aubrey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/TEJSJhdbNBI/AAAAAAAAAwk/nDmzJjI4vIA/s1600/Summer+%2710+032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495044818899514386" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/TEJSJhdbNBI/AAAAAAAAAwk/nDmzJjI4vIA/s400/Summer+%2710+032.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/TEJR-zW_jTI/AAAAAAAAAwc/OwmHC5FWDwM/s1600/Summer+%2710+038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495044634725813554" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/TEJR-zW_jTI/AAAAAAAAAwc/OwmHC5FWDwM/s400/Summer+%2710+038.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/TEJR3hXdNrI/AAAAAAAAAwU/3ec_CHOp_os/s1600/Summer+%2710+040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495044509636834994" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/TEJR3hXdNrI/AAAAAAAAAwU/3ec_CHOp_os/s400/Summer+%2710+040.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/TEJRk8Q7Y3I/AAAAAAAAAwE/USBooWxnn2k/s1600/Summer+%2710+048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495044190439695218" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/TEJRk8Q7Y3I/AAAAAAAAAwE/USBooWxnn2k/s400/Summer+%2710+048.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There is just something about sleeping kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/TEJRe0lIMrI/AAAAAAAAAv8/Q_9TS61gy6Q/s1600/Summer+%2710+052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495044085297722034" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/TEJRe0lIMrI/AAAAAAAAAv8/Q_9TS61gy6Q/s400/Summer+%2710+052.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We got a new a new camera and Mommy thought that she would be artistic. &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/TEJRU07207I/AAAAAAAAAv0/-RaaG6AV_Bo/s1600/Summer+%2710+053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495043913594360754" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/TEJRU07207I/AAAAAAAAAv0/-RaaG6AV_Bo/s400/Summer+%2710+053.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Stacy calls this, "The Porch."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/TEJRKIHDrTI/AAAAAAAAAvs/neWTMfiAy6k/s1600/Summer+%2710+056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495043729763052850" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/TEJRKIHDrTI/AAAAAAAAAvs/neWTMfiAy6k/s400/Summer+%2710+056.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Stacy calls this "King of the Porch."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/TEJRAFPLdyI/AAAAAAAAAvk/CNMGV9sJMhc/s1600/Summer+%2710+058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495043557193119522" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/TEJRAFPLdyI/AAAAAAAAAvk/CNMGV9sJMhc/s400/Summer+%2710+058.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Stacy calls this, "Perplexed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/TEJQ1gnxMxI/AAAAAAAAAvc/v3FrrsiF1kU/s1600/Summer+%2710+062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495043375565452050" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/TEJQ1gnxMxI/AAAAAAAAAvc/v3FrrsiF1kU/s400/Summer+%2710+062.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hanging out with Mrs. Emily reading &lt;em&gt;Adopted and Loved Forever&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/TEJQqNsaSjI/AAAAAAAAAvU/Fboa5F520eA/s1600/Summer+%2710+066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495043181506087474" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/TEJQqNsaSjI/AAAAAAAAAvU/Fboa5F520eA/s400/Summer+%2710+066.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Daddy and Aubrey just hanging out on the other side of the glass. Good times for all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you both,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daddy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336269330086731623-4368063588300003460?l=lunnbun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/feeds/4368063588300003460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5336269330086731623&amp;postID=4368063588300003460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/4368063588300003460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/4368063588300003460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/2010/07/summer-2010.html' title='Summer 2010'/><author><name>D Lunn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SSoZPEYsFJI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ERFnk79TUhU/S220/Sara%27s+Arrival+Mom%27s+Camera+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/TEJUBEx-J3I/AAAAAAAAAxc/g5g7i7t7mmE/s72-c/Summer+%2710+005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336269330086731623.post-2042208632387390008</id><published>2010-06-27T08:37:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T08:49:34.110-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures from Summer '10</title><content type='html'>Nothing comes between Sara Lyn and ice cream.  This is one of the funniest things to watch along with one of the stickest, but you don't seem to mind.  You finished every bite of it. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/TCdHK8Ujf2I/AAAAAAAAAvM/CGEZ7NI9hr8/s1600/June+2010+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487432924290842466" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/TCdHK8Ujf2I/AAAAAAAAAvM/CGEZ7NI9hr8/s400/June+2010+002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/TCdHFV9XTYI/AAAAAAAAAvE/1wNzmM7yGSU/s1600/June+2010+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487432828093681026" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/TCdHFV9XTYI/AAAAAAAAAvE/1wNzmM7yGSU/s400/June+2010+005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You never know what you are going to get in bath time.  Sometimes it is a lot of fun and other times Aubrey tries to scale the tub side or Sara is crying because her hair is getting wet.  Just like so many aspects of their lives, "You never know what you are going to get." &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/TCdG8_to5CI/AAAAAAAAAu8/EJZisgMXrRA/s1600/June+2010+090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487432684683191330" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/TCdG8_to5CI/AAAAAAAAAu8/EJZisgMXrRA/s400/June+2010+090.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our neighbor, two doors down, how this swing set that he wanted to get rid of.  He said that he wouldn't charge any money if we just got it out of his backyard.  Along with three other guys, we popped it over the fence and brought it into our yard.  After staining the wood and buying some new swings, the girls now have their very own swingset.  Best free purchase we have ever had. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/TCdGw1dydAI/AAAAAAAAAu0/8xVF9ff-130/s1600/June+2010+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487432475773924354" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/TCdGw1dydAI/AAAAAAAAAu0/8xVF9ff-130/s400/June+2010+011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/TCdGrHfwekI/AAAAAAAAAus/YdR-6q34iTk/s1600/June+2010+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487432377534806594" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/TCdGrHfwekI/AAAAAAAAAus/YdR-6q34iTk/s400/June+2010+012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/TCdGh_RXlXI/AAAAAAAAAuk/e0G-o1IUL4s/s1600/June+2010+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487432220708148594" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/TCdGh_RXlXI/AAAAAAAAAuk/e0G-o1IUL4s/s400/June+2010+013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aubrey, you have some of the most gorgeous looks.  You are the happiest baby that I have every  been around.  Beware that Sara is really your only competition.  An example of this is waking up from naptime.  Every day when Sara wakes up from naptime, she wakes up in a grumpy mood.  She needs 20 minutes of down time after awaking.  This usually consists of whining, crying, and leaning on you.  Aubrey on the otherhand, wakes up with a huge smile across her face.  She needs absolutely no down time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/TCdGZRsmuWI/AAAAAAAAAuc/jsPUQ_vwsLY/s1600/June+2010+092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487432071035402594" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/TCdGZRsmuWI/AAAAAAAAAuc/jsPUQ_vwsLY/s400/June+2010+092.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Love &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daddy&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336269330086731623-2042208632387390008?l=lunnbun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/feeds/2042208632387390008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5336269330086731623&amp;postID=2042208632387390008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/2042208632387390008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/2042208632387390008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/2010/06/pictures-from-summer-10.html' title='Pictures from Summer &apos;10'/><author><name>D Lunn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SSoZPEYsFJI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ERFnk79TUhU/S220/Sara%27s+Arrival+Mom%27s+Camera+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/TCdHK8Ujf2I/AAAAAAAAAvM/CGEZ7NI9hr8/s72-c/June+2010+002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336269330086731623.post-797695531852447625</id><published>2010-06-27T08:16:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T08:37:14.182-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Aubrey has learned how to walk</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-70090e7dc9b996a2" 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://v15.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D70090e7dc9b996a2%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330377450%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D26AD0DBC2E3CB392029ACF632461E93E98FDB4DD.3C4FCD9C7565BA12785037F581AE12D6B503F8A5%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D70090e7dc9b996a2%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DtXqDT0sVpr2ST3T-XFZEcL1LiVs&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://v15.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D70090e7dc9b996a2%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330377450%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D26AD0DBC2E3CB392029ACF632461E93E98FDB4DD.3C4FCD9C7565BA12785037F581AE12D6B503F8A5%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D70090e7dc9b996a2%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DtXqDT0sVpr2ST3T-XFZEcL1LiVs&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Over the past month Aubrey has made some huge strides in her efforts of walking.  Observing the process is one of the highlights of being a dad.  Sara coughing up sludge and getting sprayed with it is one of the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lowlights&lt;/span&gt; of being a dad.  But you take the good with the bad.  I have found that keeping up with these postings is difficult due to the lack of time, but I will do my best.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Love Daddy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336269330086731623-797695531852447625?l=lunnbun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/feeds/797695531852447625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5336269330086731623&amp;postID=797695531852447625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/797695531852447625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/797695531852447625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/2010/06/aubrey-has-learned-how-to-walk.html' title='Aubrey has learned how to walk'/><author><name>D Lunn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SSoZPEYsFJI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ERFnk79TUhU/S220/Sara%27s+Arrival+Mom%27s+Camera+023.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336269330086731623.post-1507544918893633136</id><published>2010-05-26T17:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T17:38:45.841-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-7ce78340ac8f1a09" 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://v22.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7ce78340ac8f1a09%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330377450%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3921368EB26565FAAA3301D3215A4FAE2CF33610.2D54BEB92C451ECFAB4BB49245B31FCBB48FDDD2%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7ce78340ac8f1a09%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DqHFdVqp0-K2Xyo5OrzQXdN6di9U&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://v22.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7ce78340ac8f1a09%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330377450%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3921368EB26565FAAA3301D3215A4FAE2CF33610.2D54BEB92C451ECFAB4BB49245B31FCBB48FDDD2%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7ce78340ac8f1a09%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DqHFdVqp0-K2Xyo5OrzQXdN6di9U&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aubrey, has really been changing over the past couple of months.  She is starting say, daddy, mommy, doggie, up, bike, night-night, milk, ketchup, book, hi, bye, and I love my daddy more than anyone else.  I don't know where she got that last one.  She of course has been ahead of Sara in her ability to speak, but Sara got kind of screwed because she was learning Korean for her first 10 months, but Aubrey has been a little later on walking.  Well, that is all changing now.  Over night she can now walk some distance and she is able to stand up without help.  It is so neat to watch these two kids grow and learn.  I feel so blessed to be able to experience all of this.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;Daddy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336269330086731623-1507544918893633136?l=lunnbun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/feeds/1507544918893633136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5336269330086731623&amp;postID=1507544918893633136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/1507544918893633136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/1507544918893633136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/2010/05/aubrey-has-really-been-changing-over.html' title=''/><author><name>D Lunn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SSoZPEYsFJI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ERFnk79TUhU/S220/Sara%27s+Arrival+Mom%27s+Camera+023.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336269330086731623.post-5995497650786540644</id><published>2010-04-24T18:18:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T18:59:07.525-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;For the past month or so, every Sunday Mommy and Sara head off to Korean Toddler class.  Overall it has been a fun experience for both participants.  Sara, has learned about Korean culture, arts and crafts, and songs.  Some Sundays are filled with tears from Sara Lyn, but that is to be expected.  Sara is the youngest in the class by about six months.  Every Sunday, Sara and the others have been working on the Korean version of our Head/Shoulders/Knees/Toes song.  Today was the culmination of all of their hard work.  I should preface this by saying they are only two, but the Mommys were quite good.    &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-6bf53837accbba3e" 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://v8.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6bf53837accbba3e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330377450%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1C0FB518B8E5CF971EAD207E5B7EE2149C4435ED.9C9D5D40C9D392A81DE5471F1480CC391D4F293%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6bf53837accbba3e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DKdtHblxc71Hoa15mEoMAL7s5Nc4&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://v8.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6bf53837accbba3e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330377450%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1C0FB518B8E5CF971EAD207E5B7EE2149C4435ED.9C9D5D40C9D392A81DE5471F1480CC391D4F293%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6bf53837accbba3e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DKdtHblxc71Hoa15mEoMAL7s5Nc4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Keep on rockin'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Daddy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336269330086731623-5995497650786540644?l=lunnbun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/feeds/5995497650786540644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5336269330086731623&amp;postID=5995497650786540644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/5995497650786540644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/5995497650786540644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>D Lunn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SSoZPEYsFJI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ERFnk79TUhU/S220/Sara%27s+Arrival+Mom%27s+Camera+023.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336269330086731623.post-3870405223442143352</id><published>2010-04-22T20:22:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T20:27:38.690-04:00</updated><title type='text'>First Steps</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Aubrianna&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Today you took your first steps.  Mommy was hanging outside with you, Sara Lyn and the neighbors.  You had one hand on Mommy's leg and let go to tryout your balancing act.  After balancing for a few seconds, you took a half step forward with your left foot and a "big ole" with your right foot.  You might have been stepping toward Greg (our neighbor) when you went down.  I'm so sad that I missed it, but nevertheless this was a huge day.&lt;br /&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;Daddy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336269330086731623-3870405223442143352?l=lunnbun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/feeds/3870405223442143352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5336269330086731623&amp;postID=3870405223442143352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/3870405223442143352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/3870405223442143352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/2010/04/first-steps.html' title='First Steps'/><author><name>D Lunn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SSoZPEYsFJI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ERFnk79TUhU/S220/Sara%27s+Arrival+Mom%27s+Camera+023.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336269330086731623.post-303894826074015790</id><published>2010-04-05T20:20:00.019-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T20:55:47.714-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Aubrey's Birthday Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/S7qECxFzRWI/AAAAAAAAAuM/kP_YCUwJJEo/s1600/IMG_3191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456819081585050978" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/S7qECxFzRWI/AAAAAAAAAuM/kP_YCUwJJEo/s400/IMG_3191.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/S7qDtnAkbII/AAAAAAAAAuE/l6fZyudrBBA/s1600/IMG_3186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456818718101499010" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/S7qDtnAkbII/AAAAAAAAAuE/l6fZyudrBBA/s400/IMG_3186.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You destroyed the cake, but you ate none of it.  Sara even tried to show you how it was done, but to no prevail.  &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/S7qDafzQEPI/AAAAAAAAAt8/R1bS6KLbvK0/s1600/IMG_3183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456818389749076210" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/S7qDafzQEPI/AAAAAAAAAt8/R1bS6KLbvK0/s400/IMG_3183.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/S7qDFWDUHVI/AAAAAAAAAt0/nV9AQn0SLPo/s1600/IMG_3176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456818026354842962" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/S7qDFWDUHVI/AAAAAAAAAt0/nV9AQn0SLPo/s400/IMG_3176.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/S7qCv_5BJaI/AAAAAAAAAts/sNWBYzQJA0U/s1600/IMG_3172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456817659628823970" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/S7qCv_5BJaI/AAAAAAAAAts/sNWBYzQJA0U/s400/IMG_3172.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/S7qCbTlulgI/AAAAAAAAAtk/v9rwDXafU14/s1600/IMG_3158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456817304139372034" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/S7qCbTlulgI/AAAAAAAAAtk/v9rwDXafU14/s400/IMG_3158.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You are on the top of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/S7qB_xXZA0I/AAAAAAAAAtc/_5noJI6ANDQ/s1600/IMG_3153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456816831095964482" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/S7qB_xXZA0I/AAAAAAAAAtc/_5noJI6ANDQ/s400/IMG_3153.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We did the same thing that we did last year with Sara.  We put out some items and watched as you sprinted for the golf bag.  So apparently you will become a golfer.  How fantastic!!!Exactly what Daddy wants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/S7qBuzSs50I/AAAAAAAAAtU/7PdamY2Nndw/s1600/IMG_3152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456816539555391298" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/S7qBuzSs50I/AAAAAAAAAtU/7PdamY2Nndw/s400/IMG_3152.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;              Sara, you had a difficult time not jumping into the gifts and opening all of the them up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/S7qBbWrM__I/AAAAAAAAAtM/Nc14htHANP4/s1600/IMG_3145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456816205456015346" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/S7qBbWrM__I/AAAAAAAAAtM/Nc14htHANP4/s400/IMG_3145.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/S7qA_FM1fCI/AAAAAAAAAtE/_hduL07cx-k/s1600/IMG_3138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456815719728905250" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/S7qA_FM1fCI/AAAAAAAAAtE/_hduL07cx-k/s400/IMG_3138.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mommy made this cake for your birthday Aubrey.  Are you kidding me??? She is so creative.  I am in awe of her cake baking abilities.  Not only was it beautiful, but it was also delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/S7qAkYnTiaI/AAAAAAAAAs8/Wk_A11ojGGo/s1600/IMG_3129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456815261083732386" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/S7qAkYnTiaI/AAAAAAAAAs8/Wk_A11ojGGo/s400/IMG_3129.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;On Friday Aubrey, Sara, Nana and Daddy headed to the Cincinnati Zoo.  What a day it was.  It was so beautiful and such a wonderful day to be out in nature and seeing God's creatures.  It was so overwhelming that Aubrey had to take a nap. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/S7qAU3yvX4I/AAAAAAAAAs0/T4fvmeGfGFk/s1600/IMG_3112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456814994575286146" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/S7qAU3yvX4I/AAAAAAAAAs0/T4fvmeGfGFk/s400/IMG_3112.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/S7p_9PdxBLI/AAAAAAAAAss/KWv7uSXp3tA/s1600/IMG_3116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456814588612904114" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/S7p_9PdxBLI/AAAAAAAAAss/KWv7uSXp3tA/s400/IMG_3116.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/S7p_hrXNciI/AAAAAAAAAsk/W2LtMKUH4Ng/s1600/IMG_3107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456814115065262626" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/S7p_hrXNciI/AAAAAAAAAsk/W2LtMKUH4Ng/s400/IMG_3107.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sara you are just growing up too fast. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/S7p_O1eptdI/AAAAAAAAAsc/T8UMmTVGTZE/s1600/IMG_3096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456813791363315154" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/S7p_O1eptdI/AAAAAAAAAsc/T8UMmTVGTZE/s400/IMG_3096.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aubrey, you are growing up too fast.  It was so funny to watch you get excited about seeing the animals.  You are even making monkey noises on cue now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/S7p--tsuF6I/AAAAAAAAAsU/-3UqjJYt0mo/s1600/IMG_3091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456813514396932002" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/S7p--tsuF6I/AAAAAAAAAsU/-3UqjJYt0mo/s400/IMG_3091.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What a fantastic weekend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love Daddy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336269330086731623-303894826074015790?l=lunnbun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SSoZPEYsFJI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ERFnk79TUhU/S220/Sara%27s+Arrival+Mom%27s+Camera+023.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336269330086731623.post-7805520435250297282</id><published>2010-03-28T11:19:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T11:44:52.416-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/S694INsLjeI/AAAAAAAAAr8/liN4jDw8tV4/s1600/2010+115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453709756278214114" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/S694INsLjeI/AAAAAAAAAr8/liN4jDw8tV4/s400/2010+115.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sara, you love watching the lizard (or whatever that thing is) as long as there was &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;glass between you and it.  The second Uncle Chad brought it out, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm with you on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/S693tcR5IaI/AAAAAAAAArs/EgbdDzXAaGU/s1600/2010+113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453709296338018722" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/S693tcR5IaI/AAAAAAAAArs/EgbdDzXAaGU/s400/2010+113.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The next Bob Dylan? Either that or Sara was hungry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/S693kbYpFoI/AAAAAAAAArk/ou_EYEqyFLQ/s1600/2010+104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453709141479069314" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/S693kbYpFoI/AAAAAAAAArk/ou_EYEqyFLQ/s400/2010+104.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Too cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/S690RGhjSWI/AAAAAAAAArc/rApeE4y-Wuo/s1600/2010+097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453705510926895458" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/S690RGhjSWI/AAAAAAAAArc/rApeE4y-Wuo/s400/2010+097.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aubrey, you are at such a fun age now. Every time I look at you I fall more &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and more in love with you. So beautiful and full of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/S690Lqw9ViI/AAAAAAAAArU/v9YH5T_L9uI/s1600/2010+101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453705417575978530" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/S690Lqw9ViI/AAAAAAAAArU/v9YH5T_L9uI/s400/2010+101.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aubrey...you are hilarious. This was really the first time that you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;had been in a swing. After you leaned forward, you tried to run. Your little &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;legs are moving as fast as they possibly can. You are too funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/S690CSUyi6I/AAAAAAAAArM/Y6GeD8KrCYM/s1600/2010+096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453705256396557218" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/S690CSUyi6I/AAAAAAAAArM/Y6GeD8KrCYM/s400/2010+096.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Two future musicians?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-85ffe741453837e8" 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.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D85ffe741453837e8%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330377450%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DDADB0A7FAF5C1D46C49ECF2E081FEA9A125FE8E.BE34ADB2A12B88F7DF383656532F6A727099F64%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D85ffe741453837e8%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DEMJt8k2E6PAEZLtxCrXkmUgpapQ&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.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D85ffe741453837e8%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330377450%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DDADB0A7FAF5C1D46C49ECF2E081FEA9A125FE8E.BE34ADB2A12B88F7DF383656532F6A727099F64%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D85ffe741453837e8%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DEMJt8k2E6PAEZLtxCrXkmUgpapQ&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mommy tried to get Aubrey doing the "running man" but it didn't quite work out. &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/5336269330086731623-7805520435250297282?l=lunnbun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/feeds/7805520435250297282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5336269330086731623&amp;postID=7805520435250297282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/7805520435250297282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/7805520435250297282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/2010/03/aubrey-you-are-at-such-fun-age-now.html' title=''/><author><name>D Lunn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SSoZPEYsFJI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ERFnk79TUhU/S220/Sara%27s+Arrival+Mom%27s+Camera+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/S694INsLjeI/AAAAAAAAAr8/liN4jDw8tV4/s72-c/2010+115.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336269330086731623.post-2544392983710905922</id><published>2010-03-27T20:47:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T21:02:35.995-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes</title><content type='html'>This week Mommy, Sara, and Aubrey went to Grandma's house.  I have no idea what ya'll did other than drive your Mommy crazy.  You two got to spend time at Grandma's house and Uncle Chad's apartment.  I spent the week coaching baseball and grading essays...argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the five days apart, I have seen so many changes in both of you.  Sara, you are now saying your name and pestering your little sister more.  You also have this thing in which you take your water and intentionally spill it. Rather annoying thing you have picked up.  My guess is Uncle Chad taught you that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aubrey, you are just so close to walking.  I'm sure you would be walking if your older sister didn't jump in front of you in order to get our attention every time you tried to walk.  Your personality is coming out more every day.  Your new and exciting trick is to sling your head back and laugh.  It looks painful, but you seem to think it is the funniest trick ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aubrey, you are turning 1 this week.  Crazy...I can't believe it has been a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Daddy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336269330086731623-2544392983710905922?l=lunnbun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/feeds/2544392983710905922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5336269330086731623&amp;postID=2544392983710905922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/2544392983710905922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/2544392983710905922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/2010/03/changes.html' title='Changes'/><author><name>D Lunn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SSoZPEYsFJI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ERFnk79TUhU/S220/Sara%27s+Arrival+Mom%27s+Camera+023.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336269330086731623.post-2149148933998333155</id><published>2010-03-08T20:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T20:29:53.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Official</title><content type='html'>Sara,&lt;br /&gt;Mommy, Aubrey, and you went down to the Office of Homeland Security today to finally receive the paper work that makes you officially American.  According to Mommy, it was not that exciting.  The three of you sat in an office and she answered a few simple questions.  The most exciting part about the day was Mommy trying to get the security with a 2 year old, an 11-month old in her arm, and trying to put the stroller up on the conveyor belt.  Apparently the workers were too busy drinking coffee to help.  It might have been a simple procedure, but I am still excited for you.&lt;br /&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;Daddy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336269330086731623-2149148933998333155?l=lunnbun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/feeds/2149148933998333155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5336269330086731623&amp;postID=2149148933998333155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/2149148933998333155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/2149148933998333155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/2010/03/its-official.html' title='It&apos;s Official'/><author><name>D Lunn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SSoZPEYsFJI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ERFnk79TUhU/S220/Sara%27s+Arrival+Mom%27s+Camera+023.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336269330086731623.post-5666738555143859612</id><published>2010-02-09T14:27:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T14:32:07.559-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow Day</title><content type='html'>There is nothing better than living in Cincinnati in the winter.  Three inches of snow = SNOW DAY.  Snow Day = Fun Outside.  &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/S3G33TTktqI/AAAAAAAAArE/xQrCnUAXV84/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436328385915958946" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/S3G33TTktqI/AAAAAAAAArE/xQrCnUAXV84/s400/007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/S3G3xgEiZyI/AAAAAAAAAq8/0gZ9rAIAEcU/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436328286263338786" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/S3G3xgEiZyI/AAAAAAAAAq8/0gZ9rAIAEcU/s400/008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/S3G3aPEDTwI/AAAAAAAAAqs/DatGTynxgLQ/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436327886560907010" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/S3G3aPEDTwI/AAAAAAAAAqs/DatGTynxgLQ/s400/004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/S3G3VHtQinI/AAAAAAAAAqk/a6X7hRIzkpA/s1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436327798686911090" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/S3G3VHtQinI/AAAAAAAAAqk/a6X7hRIzkpA/s400/009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/S3G3PcKdQ3I/AAAAAAAAAqc/BwUDntgtRz0/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436327701098873714" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/S3G3PcKdQ3I/AAAAAAAAAqc/BwUDntgtRz0/s400/006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love Daddy&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/5336269330086731623-5666738555143859612?l=lunnbun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/feeds/5666738555143859612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5336269330086731623&amp;postID=5666738555143859612' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/5666738555143859612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/5666738555143859612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/2010/02/snow-day.html' title='Snow Day'/><author><name>D Lunn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SSoZPEYsFJI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ERFnk79TUhU/S220/Sara%27s+Arrival+Mom%27s+Camera+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/S3G33TTktqI/AAAAAAAAArE/xQrCnUAXV84/s72-c/007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336269330086731623.post-1460328156380552473</id><published>2010-02-09T14:15:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T14:18:31.008-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Embarrassing Photos</title><content type='html'>I don't believe I need to explain these photos, but I look forward to making a poster-sized copy for Sam when he turns 16. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/S3G0yGLDYYI/AAAAAAAAAqM/A9bzkUaYw2U/s1600-h/2010+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436324997956329858" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/S3G0yGLDYYI/AAAAAAAAAqM/A9bzkUaYw2U/s400/2010+013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/S3G0uPFj9xI/AAAAAAAAAqE/KP0Q5dIthuU/s1600-h/2010+015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436324931629741842" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/S3G0uPFj9xI/AAAAAAAAAqE/KP0Q5dIthuU/s400/2010+015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/S3G0nmzltcI/AAAAAAAAAp8/XwsEe4jazRU/s1600-h/2010+016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436324817737725378" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/S3G0nmzltcI/AAAAAAAAAp8/XwsEe4jazRU/s400/2010+016.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/S3G0gzHiXYI/AAAAAAAAAp0/9oJgWzfIOkE/s1600-h/2010+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436324700783533442" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/S3G0gzHiXYI/AAAAAAAAAp0/9oJgWzfIOkE/s400/2010+012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Love Daddy and Uncle Dave&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/5336269330086731623-1460328156380552473?l=lunnbun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/feeds/1460328156380552473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5336269330086731623&amp;postID=1460328156380552473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/1460328156380552473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/1460328156380552473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/2010/02/embarrassing-photos.html' title='Embarrassing Photos'/><author><name>D Lunn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SSoZPEYsFJI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ERFnk79TUhU/S220/Sara%27s+Arrival+Mom%27s+Camera+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/S3G0yGLDYYI/AAAAAAAAAqM/A9bzkUaYw2U/s72-c/2010+013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336269330086731623.post-6101624949144599844</id><published>2010-01-26T03:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T03:41:00.366-05:00</updated><title type='text'>1/26</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/S0EBobLoHJI/AAAAAAAAAnc/1y1ZP31qS2M/s1600-h/P1010597.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422617220333706386" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/S0EBobLoHJI/AAAAAAAAAnc/1y1ZP31qS2M/s400/P1010597.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/S0EBhUt68dI/AAAAAAAAAnU/mBLsMDlKxKg/s1600-h/P1010601.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422617098339414482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/S0EBhUt68dI/AAAAAAAAAnU/mBLsMDlKxKg/s400/P1010601.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/S0EBbCwP9-I/AAAAAAAAAnM/r7GJNJ93DDA/s1600-h/P1010598.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422616990438127586" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/S0EBbCwP9-I/AAAAAAAAAnM/r7GJNJ93DDA/s400/P1010598.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/5336269330086731623-6101624949144599844?l=lunnbun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/feeds/6101624949144599844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5336269330086731623&amp;postID=6101624949144599844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/6101624949144599844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/6101624949144599844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/2010/01/126.html' title='1/26'/><author><name>D Lunn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SSoZPEYsFJI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ERFnk79TUhU/S220/Sara%27s+Arrival+Mom%27s+Camera+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/S0EBobLoHJI/AAAAAAAAAnc/1y1ZP31qS2M/s72-c/P1010597.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336269330086731623.post-3276297802744768483</id><published>2010-01-25T03:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T03:39:00.843-05:00</updated><title type='text'>1/25</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/S0EA5V8fRQI/AAAAAAAAAnE/CCJtd23AzoE/s1600-h/P1010579.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422616411474183426" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/S0EA5V8fRQI/AAAAAAAAAnE/CCJtd23AzoE/s400/P1010579.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/S0EAyJMqrXI/AAAAAAAAAm8/Kwms9ycpo_Y/s1600-h/P1010589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422616287793294706" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/S0EAyJMqrXI/AAAAAAAAAm8/Kwms9ycpo_Y/s400/P1010589.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We spent Christmas eating and sleeping....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336269330086731623-3276297802744768483?l=lunnbun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/feeds/3276297802744768483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5336269330086731623&amp;postID=3276297802744768483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/3276297802744768483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/3276297802744768483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/2010/01/125.html' title='1/25'/><author><name>D Lunn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SSoZPEYsFJI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ERFnk79TUhU/S220/Sara%27s+Arrival+Mom%27s+Camera+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/S0EA5V8fRQI/AAAAAAAAAnE/CCJtd23AzoE/s72-c/P1010579.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336269330086731623.post-1219670047372480133</id><published>2010-01-24T03:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T03:37:00.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'>1/24</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/S0EAYifXeXI/AAAAAAAAAm0/9pxtQti1_vE/s1600-h/P1010577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422615847906015602" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/S0EAYifXeXI/AAAAAAAAAm0/9pxtQti1_vE/s400/P1010577.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/S0EASO-Gu9I/AAAAAAAAAms/AEd-vdp582k/s1600-h/P1010575.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422615739587017682" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/S0EASO-Gu9I/AAAAAAAAAms/AEd-vdp582k/s400/P1010575.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/5336269330086731623-1219670047372480133?l=lunnbun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/feeds/1219670047372480133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5336269330086731623&amp;postID=1219670047372480133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/1219670047372480133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/1219670047372480133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/2010/01/124.html' title='1/24'/><author><name>D Lunn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SSoZPEYsFJI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ERFnk79TUhU/S220/Sara%27s+Arrival+Mom%27s+Camera+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/S0EAYifXeXI/AAAAAAAAAm0/9pxtQti1_vE/s72-c/P1010577.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336269330086731623.post-2309476469712387835</id><published>2010-01-23T15:54:00.018-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T16:30:20.375-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sara Turns 2</title><content type='html'>Sara,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;For you the party did not start until 11am Saturday morning, but for your Mommy it started a week in advance. Last Saturday she made your cake. To make an Elmo cake, she had to freeze the cake before she could cut it. (I had no idea.) On Thursday night, she spent five hours creating a cake that took us 10 minutes to devour. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/S1tlNaipFfI/AAAAAAAAApk/iLbUCDZIz9E/s1600-h/Sara%27s+birthday+016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430045056862590450" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/S1tlNaipFfI/AAAAAAAAApk/iLbUCDZIz9E/s400/Sara%27s+birthday+016.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430044968598286130" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/S1tlIRuyrzI/AAAAAAAAApc/61fo7Yd_5y4/s400/Sara%27s+birthday+018.JPG" /&gt; Here is your Mommy starting the eyes and nose. At this point, I had no idea what to expect. Also, at this point I think that she thought, "What in the world have I done?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430044843419425570" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/S1tlA_Z02yI/AAAAAAAAApU/lJByYH-UOpw/s400/Sara%27s+birthday+019.JPG" /&gt;  She started the cake at 7pm and this is what she had accomplished at 10pm. She still had the all of the red to go. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430043731595233746" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/S1tkARiSCdI/AAAAAAAAApE/S0qKX5Jeljs/s400/Sara%27s+birthday+027.JPG" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahhhh finished. What a beautiful cake. The real question is, "Will she be ready to do this again in little over two months." &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430043584273702194" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/S1tj3suF3TI/AAAAAAAAAo8/UhnfH2Yq4Ac/s400/Sara%27s+birthday+025.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430043479806176434" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/S1tjxnjF7LI/AAAAAAAAAo0/3sly8IkGQIo/s400/Sara%27s+birthday+028.JPG" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some of Sara's best friends were able to make the party. She had her cousin Sam along with her favorite sister Aubrianna, and her best friend Addison. I do not know why they thought that playing under the kitchen table would be the best spot to hang out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430043392050899346" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/S1tjsgomqZI/AAAAAAAAAos/j9ofxC26c40/s400/Sara%27s+birthday+030.JPG" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;I don't know how people party in California and New York, but in Cincinnati we party by playing "Ring around the Rosey."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430043239872210946" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/S1tjjpuYKAI/AAAAAAAAAok/G58yR4cj1mM/s400/Sara%27s+birthday+032.JPG" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;                                                                    And "Duck Duck Goose."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 360px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 279px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430048093014552178" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/S1tn-JFrbnI/AAAAAAAAAps/uEjenKuyQes/s400/Sara%27s+birthday+038.JPG" /&gt;I really thought there would be more excitement when she saw the cake, but of course your Mommy showed you the cake before I had the camera or video camera ready.  Sara, I have no idea what your Momma thinks sometimes.  Good luck with that as you get older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/S1tjHqnwKsI/AAAAAAAAAoU/RB7GnQa3uQQ/s1600-h/Sara%27s+birthday+040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430042759076522690" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/S1tjHqnwKsI/AAAAAAAAAoU/RB7GnQa3uQQ/s400/Sara%27s+birthday+040.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                      Mmmm tasty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/S1ti_NuSBrI/AAAAAAAAAoM/a-koDsYp8L4/s1600-h/Sara%27s+birthday+042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430042613880325810" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/S1ti_NuSBrI/AAAAAAAAAoM/a-koDsYp8L4/s400/Sara%27s+birthday+042.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/S1ti3pX66_I/AAAAAAAAAoE/9hYJV7k82RQ/s1600-h/Sara%27s+birthday+043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430042483863776242" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/S1ti3pX66_I/AAAAAAAAAoE/9hYJV7k82RQ/s400/Sara%27s+birthday+043.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/S1tivUSn3kI/AAAAAAAAAn8/pXNkPFnWVSE/s1600-h/Sara%27s+birthday+045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430042340765457986" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/S1tivUSn3kI/AAAAAAAAAn8/pXNkPFnWVSE/s400/Sara%27s+birthday+045.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;             No surprise that it is all over your face.  Also you were the last kid sitting at the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/S1tip35FPvI/AAAAAAAAAn0/6XtQBu1QiIY/s1600-h/Sara%27s+birthday+046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430042247242792690" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/S1tip35FPvI/AAAAAAAAAn0/6XtQBu1QiIY/s400/Sara%27s+birthday+046.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/S1tijsY0iTI/AAAAAAAAAns/RIcP9C3mY-A/s1600-h/Sara%27s+birthday+048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430042141075474738" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/S1tijsY0iTI/AAAAAAAAAns/RIcP9C3mY-A/s400/Sara%27s+birthday+048.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;You had such a fun day.  You played with Sam, Addison, Aubrey, Jillian, Mandy, and Rilan.  Everyone had fun, but you seemed to have the most fun.  The video below has some classic moments from today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-b01a58535ed3739" 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://v16.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0b01a58535ed3739%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330377450%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D47B4B768BC1B70F87F6DDA6193A7742B13CB3AE5.79A4FC7B7AF3DCCB92EC286417CC30F0A14E2909%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db01a58535ed3739%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D8UuoqPMFS-DXZlOVROF-jb5oEnQ&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://v16.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0b01a58535ed3739%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330377450%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D47B4B768BC1B70F87F6DDA6193A7742B13CB3AE5.79A4FC7B7AF3DCCB92EC286417CC30F0A14E2909%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db01a58535ed3739%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D8UuoqPMFS-DXZlOVROF-jb5oEnQ&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Love Daddy&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/5336269330086731623-2309476469712387835?l=lunnbun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/feeds/2309476469712387835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5336269330086731623&amp;postID=2309476469712387835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/2309476469712387835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/2309476469712387835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/2010/01/sara-turns-2.html' title='Sara Turns 2'/><author><name>D Lunn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SSoZPEYsFJI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ERFnk79TUhU/S220/Sara%27s+Arrival+Mom%27s+Camera+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/S1tlNaipFfI/AAAAAAAAApk/iLbUCDZIz9E/s72-c/Sara%27s+birthday+016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336269330086731623.post-1748484091263538846</id><published>2010-01-23T03:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T03:32:00.100-05:00</updated><title type='text'>1/23</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/S0D_f9Py4xI/AAAAAAAAAmk/j2Y5uXDB_zA/s1600-h/P1010560.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422614875835917074" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/S0D_f9Py4xI/AAAAAAAAAmk/j2Y5uXDB_zA/s400/P1010560.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/S0D_WHGxiKI/AAAAAAAAAmc/Dgj-Cshieuc/s1600-h/P1010562.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422614706683742370" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/S0D_WHGxiKI/AAAAAAAAAmc/Dgj-Cshieuc/s400/P1010562.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/S0D_Nix-8vI/AAAAAAAAAmU/uyIpzPROiDE/s1600-h/P1010563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422614559493911282" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/S0D_Nix-8vI/AAAAAAAAAmU/uyIpzPROiDE/s400/P1010563.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/S0D_FbMGd8I/AAAAAAAAAmM/CUWe1XHwPH8/s1600-h/P1010566.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422614420017018818" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/S0D_FbMGd8I/AAAAAAAAAmM/CUWe1XHwPH8/s400/P1010566.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/S0D-_oWKDII/AAAAAAAAAmE/1rFS3ZNMwE8/s1600-h/P1010567.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422614320469642370" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/S0D-_oWKDII/AAAAAAAAAmE/1rFS3ZNMwE8/s400/P1010567.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We spent a day at Deanna's Playhouse.  So much fun.  Sara just absolutely enjoyed playing, running, and even doing a craft.  When it is 6 months of winter, I guess you just play inside. &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/5336269330086731623-1748484091263538846?l=lunnbun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/feeds/1748484091263538846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5336269330086731623&amp;postID=1748484091263538846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/1748484091263538846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/1748484091263538846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/2010/01/123.html' title='1/23'/><author><name>D Lunn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SSoZPEYsFJI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ERFnk79TUhU/S220/Sara%27s+Arrival+Mom%27s+Camera+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/S0D_f9Py4xI/AAAAAAAAAmk/j2Y5uXDB_zA/s72-c/P1010560.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336269330086731623.post-3377928688845552000</id><published>2010-01-22T03:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T03:30:01.554-05:00</updated><title type='text'>1/22</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/S0D-tcE8c6I/AAAAAAAAAl8/o7Gs9UpsSYM/s1600-h/P1010558.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422614007938577314" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/S0D-tcE8c6I/AAAAAAAAAl8/o7Gs9UpsSYM/s400/P1010558.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/5336269330086731623-3377928688845552000?l=lunnbun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/feeds/3377928688845552000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5336269330086731623&amp;postID=3377928688845552000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/3377928688845552000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/3377928688845552000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/2010/01/122.html' title='1/22'/><author><name>D Lunn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SSoZPEYsFJI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ERFnk79TUhU/S220/Sara%27s+Arrival+Mom%27s+Camera+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/S0D-tcE8c6I/AAAAAAAAAl8/o7Gs9UpsSYM/s72-c/P1010558.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336269330086731623.post-4723667871590957036</id><published>2010-01-21T03:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T03:28:00.192-05:00</updated><title type='text'>1/21</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/S0D-JlGPj9I/AAAAAAAAAl0/yB7lYahqp30/s1600-h/P1010555.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422613391884652498" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/S0D-JlGPj9I/AAAAAAAAAl0/yB7lYahqp30/s400/P1010555.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                               BEST GIFT EVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;                                                  and we got it for Sam.  No matter.&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/5336269330086731623-4723667871590957036?l=lunnbun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/feeds/4723667871590957036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5336269330086731623&amp;postID=4723667871590957036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/4723667871590957036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/4723667871590957036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/2010/01/121.html' title='1/21'/><author><name>D Lunn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SSoZPEYsFJI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ERFnk79TUhU/S220/Sara%27s+Arrival+Mom%27s+Camera+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/S0D-JlGPj9I/AAAAAAAAAl0/yB7lYahqp30/s72-c/P1010555.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336269330086731623.post-5513697554923473386</id><published>2010-01-20T03:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T03:26:00.731-05:00</updated><title type='text'>1/20</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/S0D91mvZuQI/AAAAAAAAAls/keoSgGWgrJ8/s1600-h/P1010557.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422613048728336642" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/S0D91mvZuQI/AAAAAAAAAls/keoSgGWgrJ8/s400/P1010557.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                      Poor Aubrey got sick during our trip, but she is just so cute well or sick.&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/5336269330086731623-5513697554923473386?l=lunnbun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/feeds/5513697554923473386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5336269330086731623&amp;postID=5513697554923473386' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/5513697554923473386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/5513697554923473386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/2010/01/120.html' title='1/20'/><author><name>D Lunn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SSoZPEYsFJI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ERFnk79TUhU/S220/Sara%27s+Arrival+Mom%27s+Camera+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/S0D91mvZuQI/AAAAAAAAAls/keoSgGWgrJ8/s72-c/P1010557.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336269330086731623.post-7401762846376097266</id><published>2010-01-19T03:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T03:24:00.213-05:00</updated><title type='text'>1/19</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/S0D9K2hF4HI/AAAAAAAAAlk/I0wWV0XfWLA/s1600-h/P1010551.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422612314228908146" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/S0D9K2hF4HI/AAAAAAAAAlk/I0wWV0XfWLA/s400/P1010551.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great minds think alike.  This is Sara's second, the first given to her by Grandma Linda, Asian baby doll.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336269330086731623-7401762846376097266?l=lunnbun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/feeds/7401762846376097266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5336269330086731623&amp;postID=7401762846376097266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/7401762846376097266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/7401762846376097266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/2010/01/119.html' title='1/19'/><author><name>D Lunn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SSoZPEYsFJI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ERFnk79TUhU/S220/Sara%27s+Arrival+Mom%27s+Camera+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/S0D9K2hF4HI/AAAAAAAAAlk/I0wWV0XfWLA/s72-c/P1010551.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336269330086731623.post-796487850585400837</id><published>2010-01-18T03:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T03:20:00.657-05:00</updated><title type='text'>1/18</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422611303567752466" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/S0D8QBgsfRI/AAAAAAAAAlU/BqOo0sspCcI/s400/P1010545.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maw Maw and her new Snuggie &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422611437760987522" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/S0D8X1a2wYI/AAAAAAAAAlc/nzZZ_Lc-sm4/s400/P1010547.JPG" /&gt; Aunt Shelley, Johnny (future Crazy Uncle Johnny) and Sara Lyn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336269330086731623-796487850585400837?l=lunnbun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/feeds/796487850585400837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5336269330086731623&amp;postID=796487850585400837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/796487850585400837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/796487850585400837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/2010/01/118.html' title='1/18'/><author><name>D Lunn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SSoZPEYsFJI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ERFnk79TUhU/S220/Sara%27s+Arrival+Mom%27s+Camera+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/S0D8QBgsfRI/AAAAAAAAAlU/BqOo0sspCcI/s72-c/P1010545.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336269330086731623.post-5656233211770940909</id><published>2010-01-17T19:03:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T19:12:01.217-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Two words are better than one</title><content type='html'>At the age of 23 months, Sara, you are now saying two words consecutively.  In the last week you have said, "Mommy's chair, Daddy's chair, and Aubrey's chair."  I have no idea why you won't say "Sara" but I'm not concerned.  I've yet to meet someone &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;who&lt;/span&gt; couldn't say their own name.  You have also said, "My books." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a list of your favorite pastimes.&lt;br /&gt;-Reading the paper with Mommy&lt;br /&gt;-Doing yoga with Mommy&lt;br /&gt;-Doing &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;push ups&lt;/span&gt; with Daddy's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;push up&lt;/span&gt; bar&lt;br /&gt;-Making tea for Mommy and Daddy&lt;br /&gt;-Chasing the dog&lt;br /&gt;-Putting "her baby to bed"&lt;br /&gt;-Getting out everything (not actually playing with it, just getting it out)&lt;br /&gt;-Anything with Addison&lt;br /&gt;-Eating (no longer vegetables though)&lt;br /&gt;-Playing with  whatever Aubrey is playing with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aubrey,&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry we won't leave you out.&lt;br /&gt;-You are not speaking yet, but you are now drinking out of a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sippy&lt;/span&gt; cup. &lt;br /&gt;-Eating puffs. &lt;br /&gt;-Your crawling technique has not changed...you still are not using your knees. &lt;br /&gt;-You are also standing up and spitting.&lt;br /&gt;-Still smiling (that never gets old)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you two,&lt;br /&gt;Daddy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336269330086731623-5656233211770940909?l=lunnbun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/feeds/5656233211770940909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5336269330086731623&amp;postID=5656233211770940909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/5656233211770940909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/5656233211770940909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/2010/01/two-words-are-better-than-one.html' title='Two words are better than one'/><author><name>D Lunn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SSoZPEYsFJI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ERFnk79TUhU/S220/Sara%27s+Arrival+Mom%27s+Camera+023.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336269330086731623.post-3215282398356936396</id><published>2010-01-17T03:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T03:17:00.516-05:00</updated><title type='text'>1/17</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/S0D74jDVxII/AAAAAAAAAlM/NE8BGRZziQ0/s1600-h/P1010544.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422610900254573698" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/S0D74jDVxII/AAAAAAAAAlM/NE8BGRZziQ0/s400/P1010544.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 10 days until Sara's 1st birthday!!!&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/5336269330086731623-3215282398356936396?l=lunnbun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/feeds/3215282398356936396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5336269330086731623&amp;postID=3215282398356936396' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/3215282398356936396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/3215282398356936396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/2010/01/117.html' title='1/17'/><author><name>D Lunn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SSoZPEYsFJI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ERFnk79TUhU/S220/Sara%27s+Arrival+Mom%27s+Camera+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/S0D74jDVxII/AAAAAAAAAlM/NE8BGRZziQ0/s72-c/P1010544.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336269330086731623.post-6665395173378714530</id><published>2010-01-16T03:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T03:13:00.503-05:00</updated><title type='text'>1/16</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/S0D6-nk3ffI/AAAAAAAAAlE/D92-vYfWllo/s1600-h/P1010542.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422609905036525042" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/S0D6-nk3ffI/AAAAAAAAAlE/D92-vYfWllo/s400/P1010542.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aubrey you had some goofy looking hair for a while.  Mommy finally had had enough.  So you got your first haircut.  I would like to say that this is a photo of that first haircut, but that would be a lie and I can't lie to you or to the public no matter what Mommy or Grandma Pat say.  Although, I will say that it looks better now. &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/5336269330086731623-6665395173378714530?l=lunnbun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/feeds/6665395173378714530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5336269330086731623&amp;postID=6665395173378714530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/6665395173378714530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/6665395173378714530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/2010/01/116.html' title='1/16'/><author><name>D Lunn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SSoZPEYsFJI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ERFnk79TUhU/S220/Sara%27s+Arrival+Mom%27s+Camera+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/S0D6-nk3ffI/AAAAAAAAAlE/D92-vYfWllo/s72-c/P1010542.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336269330086731623.post-7454445308064640637</id><published>2010-01-15T03:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T03:11:00.309-05:00</updated><title type='text'>1/15</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/S0D6Ovdd77I/AAAAAAAAAk8/RbFEcN9KwYY/s1600-h/P1010535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422609082519252914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/S0D6Ovdd77I/AAAAAAAAAk8/RbFEcN9KwYY/s400/P1010535.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I promised you both that you would be on the blog.  I am a man of my word.  Enjoy your day in the sun..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/S0D6IT8PLVI/AAAAAAAAAk0/N9h2uLFNJ38/s1600-h/P1010538.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422608972052901202" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/S0D6IT8PLVI/AAAAAAAAAk0/N9h2uLFNJ38/s400/P1010538.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336269330086731623-7454445308064640637?l=lunnbun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/feeds/7454445308064640637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5336269330086731623&amp;postID=7454445308064640637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/7454445308064640637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/7454445308064640637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/2010/01/115.html' title='1/15'/><author><name>D Lunn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SSoZPEYsFJI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ERFnk79TUhU/S220/Sara%27s+Arrival+Mom%27s+Camera+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/S0D6Ovdd77I/AAAAAAAAAk8/RbFEcN9KwYY/s72-c/P1010535.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336269330086731623.post-8424056673196857886</id><published>2010-01-14T03:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T03:06:00.660-05:00</updated><title type='text'>1/14</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/S0D5BqFbU6I/AAAAAAAAAkc/V1klXv-fVaY/s1600-h/P1010532.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422607758226314146" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/S0D5BqFbU6I/AAAAAAAAAkc/V1klXv-fVaY/s400/P1010532.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We are now at Grandpa and Grandma Pat's house.  Aubrey picking and choosing between her gift or Sara's vacuum. &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/5336269330086731623-8424056673196857886?l=lunnbun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/feeds/8424056673196857886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5336269330086731623&amp;postID=8424056673196857886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/8424056673196857886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/8424056673196857886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/2010/01/114.html' title='1/14'/><author><name>D Lunn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SSoZPEYsFJI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ERFnk79TUhU/S220/Sara%27s+Arrival+Mom%27s+Camera+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/S0D5BqFbU6I/AAAAAAAAAkc/V1klXv-fVaY/s72-c/P1010532.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336269330086731623.post-3312344617190782629</id><published>2010-01-13T03:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T03:04:00.189-05:00</updated><title type='text'>1/13</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/S0D4kioDuAI/AAAAAAAAAkU/mGWOvejR3p4/s1600-h/P1010527.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422607258007877634" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/S0D4kioDuAI/AAAAAAAAAkU/mGWOvejR3p4/s400/P1010527.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; If Grandma Tammy is baby crazy then Elizabeth is her daughter.  She just loved holding Aubrianna.  But who doesn't?&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/5336269330086731623-3312344617190782629?l=lunnbun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/feeds/3312344617190782629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5336269330086731623&amp;postID=3312344617190782629' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/3312344617190782629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/3312344617190782629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/2010/01/113.html' title='1/13'/><author><name>D Lunn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SSoZPEYsFJI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ERFnk79TUhU/S220/Sara%27s+Arrival+Mom%27s+Camera+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/S0D4kioDuAI/AAAAAAAAAkU/mGWOvejR3p4/s72-c/P1010527.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336269330086731623.post-1301456466290133764</id><published>2010-01-12T03:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T03:03:00.169-05:00</updated><title type='text'>1/12</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/S0D4RmBBLtI/AAAAAAAAAkM/PsD-M7O3pFM/s1600-h/P1010524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422606932500360914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/S0D4RmBBLtI/AAAAAAAAAkM/PsD-M7O3pFM/s400/P1010524.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/5336269330086731623-1301456466290133764?l=lunnbun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/feeds/1301456466290133764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5336269330086731623&amp;postID=1301456466290133764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/1301456466290133764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/1301456466290133764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/2010/01/112.html' title='1/12'/><author><name>D Lunn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SSoZPEYsFJI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ERFnk79TUhU/S220/Sara%27s+Arrival+Mom%27s+Camera+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/S0D4RmBBLtI/AAAAAAAAAkM/PsD-M7O3pFM/s72-c/P1010524.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336269330086731623.post-5578581290357728914</id><published>2010-01-11T03:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T03:01:03.361-05:00</updated><title type='text'>1/11</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/S0D3xo42qPI/AAAAAAAAAkE/EYvfWUdkwo4/s1600-h/P1010522.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422606383515609330" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/S0D3xo42qPI/AAAAAAAAAkE/EYvfWUdkwo4/s400/P1010522.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't think Sara has any idea that she is looking at a mirror right now.  Nana and Grandma Linda had the same idea.&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/5336269330086731623-5578581290357728914?l=lunnbun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/feeds/5578581290357728914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5336269330086731623&amp;postID=5578581290357728914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/5578581290357728914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/5578581290357728914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/2010/01/111.html' title='1/11'/><author><name>D Lunn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SSoZPEYsFJI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ERFnk79TUhU/S220/Sara%27s+Arrival+Mom%27s+Camera+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/S0D3xo42qPI/AAAAAAAAAkE/EYvfWUdkwo4/s72-c/P1010522.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336269330086731623.post-3872294722816463220</id><published>2010-01-10T15:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T15:46:47.286-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sara puts two words together</title><content type='html'>Sara,&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, according to Mommy, you put two words together.  According to her you said, "Mommy's seat...Daddy's seat...Aubrey's seat."  I have yet to hear you do this and you have yet to do it again, but still that is quite impressive for someone who spoke Korean for 10 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, was quite legendary as well. You prayed for the first time.  You and I were having tea together.  You poured tea, sugar, and milk into a cup and stirred it up.  Then you made a second cup for yourself.  Before I was able to take a drink, you put your hands together, closed your eyes, and started gibbering.  So cute.  ***Highlight of the day***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Daddy,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336269330086731623-3872294722816463220?l=lunnbun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/feeds/3872294722816463220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5336269330086731623&amp;postID=3872294722816463220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/3872294722816463220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/3872294722816463220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/2010/01/sara-puts-two-words-together.html' title='Sara puts two words together'/><author><name>D Lunn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SSoZPEYsFJI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ERFnk79TUhU/S220/Sara%27s+Arrival+Mom%27s+Camera+023.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336269330086731623.post-8697289556871558199</id><published>2010-01-10T02:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T02:59:00.256-05:00</updated><title type='text'>1/10</title><content type='html'>Only 17 more days until Sara turns 2!!!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422606051904067458" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/S0D3eVigF4I/AAAAAAAAAj8/8DFW6SDEFbI/s400/P1010518.JPG" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336269330086731623-8697289556871558199?l=lunnbun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/feeds/8697289556871558199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5336269330086731623&amp;postID=8697289556871558199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/8697289556871558199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/8697289556871558199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/2010/01/110.html' title='1/10'/><author><name>D Lunn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SSoZPEYsFJI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ERFnk79TUhU/S220/Sara%27s+Arrival+Mom%27s+Camera+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/S0D3eVigF4I/AAAAAAAAAj8/8DFW6SDEFbI/s72-c/P1010518.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336269330086731623.post-2947261457429671344</id><published>2010-01-09T02:57:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T02:57:00.551-05:00</updated><title type='text'>1/9</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/S0D20sJY2AI/AAAAAAAAAj0/7LoZtJ_FZAg/s1600-h/P1010515.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422605336418244610" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/S0D20sJY2AI/AAAAAAAAAj0/7LoZtJ_FZAg/s400/P1010515.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sara learned a valuable lesson.  Whenever Mommy is making a dessert, you want to be standing right next to her.  Yummy!!!&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/5336269330086731623-2947261457429671344?l=lunnbun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/feeds/2947261457429671344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5336269330086731623&amp;postID=2947261457429671344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/2947261457429671344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/2947261457429671344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/2010/01/19.html' title='1/9'/><author><name>D Lunn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SSoZPEYsFJI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ERFnk79TUhU/S220/Sara%27s+Arrival+Mom%27s+Camera+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/S0D20sJY2AI/AAAAAAAAAj0/7LoZtJ_FZAg/s72-c/P1010515.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336269330086731623.post-6975205016920751122</id><published>2010-01-08T02:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T02:55:00.834-05:00</updated><title type='text'>1/8</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/S0D2jjbfYAI/AAAAAAAAAjs/o8BOG4x5aWE/s1600-h/P1010514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422605042020474882" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/S0D2jjbfYAI/AAAAAAAAAjs/o8BOG4x5aWE/s400/P1010514.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Christa stopped over for a visit.  You both instantly won her over...&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/5336269330086731623-6975205016920751122?l=lunnbun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/feeds/6975205016920751122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5336269330086731623&amp;postID=6975205016920751122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/6975205016920751122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/6975205016920751122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/2010/01/18.html' title='1/8'/><author><name>D Lunn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SSoZPEYsFJI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ERFnk79TUhU/S220/Sara%27s+Arrival+Mom%27s+Camera+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/S0D2jjbfYAI/AAAAAAAAAjs/o8BOG4x5aWE/s72-c/P1010514.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336269330086731623.post-4022191814170625441</id><published>2010-01-07T02:54:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T02:54:00.127-05:00</updated><title type='text'>1/7</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/S0D2LCo2j1I/AAAAAAAAAjk/yc1J4w-f3IE/s1600-h/P1010508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422604620901289810" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/S0D2LCo2j1I/AAAAAAAAAjk/yc1J4w-f3IE/s400/P1010508.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/5336269330086731623-4022191814170625441?l=lunnbun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/feeds/4022191814170625441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5336269330086731623&amp;postID=4022191814170625441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/4022191814170625441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/4022191814170625441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/2010/01/17.html' title='1/7'/><author><name>D Lunn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SSoZPEYsFJI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ERFnk79TUhU/S220/Sara%27s+Arrival+Mom%27s+Camera+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/S0D2LCo2j1I/AAAAAAAAAjk/yc1J4w-f3IE/s72-c/P1010508.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336269330086731623.post-3318502602067854322</id><published>2010-01-06T19:13:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T19:25:23.647-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tea Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/S0UoS_zb0-I/AAAAAAAAAnk/dIFB9R4sRZE/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423785633067553762" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/S0UoS_zb0-I/AAAAAAAAAnk/dIFB9R4sRZE/s400/006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sara and her best friend Addison sharing some tea today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336269330086731623-3318502602067854322?l=lunnbun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/feeds/3318502602067854322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5336269330086731623&amp;postID=3318502602067854322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/3318502602067854322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/3318502602067854322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/2010/01/tea-party.html' title='Tea Party'/><author><name>D Lunn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SSoZPEYsFJI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ERFnk79TUhU/S220/Sara%27s+Arrival+Mom%27s+Camera+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/S0UoS_zb0-I/AAAAAAAAAnk/dIFB9R4sRZE/s72-c/006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336269330086731623.post-1299989842062043205</id><published>2010-01-06T02:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T02:50:00.275-05:00</updated><title type='text'>1/6</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/S0D1jyyvXfI/AAAAAAAAAjc/T0BMySEWo3M/s1600-h/P1010505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422603946632895986" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/S0D1jyyvXfI/AAAAAAAAAjc/T0BMySEWo3M/s400/P1010505.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Grandma Linda's house...Grandma Tammy is holding Aubrey.  This photo does not give her exuberance justice.&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/5336269330086731623-1299989842062043205?l=lunnbun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/feeds/1299989842062043205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5336269330086731623&amp;postID=1299989842062043205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/1299989842062043205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/1299989842062043205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/2010/01/16.html' title='1/6'/><author><name>D Lunn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SSoZPEYsFJI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ERFnk79TUhU/S220/Sara%27s+Arrival+Mom%27s+Camera+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/S0D1jyyvXfI/AAAAAAAAAjc/T0BMySEWo3M/s72-c/P1010505.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336269330086731623.post-1047638759545625338</id><published>2010-01-05T02:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T02:46:00.073-05:00</updated><title type='text'>1/5</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/S0D0wzf0KII/AAAAAAAAAjU/7KBQ8BSq45c/s1600-h/P1010504.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422603070648625282" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/S0D0wzf0KII/AAAAAAAAAjU/7KBQ8BSq45c/s400/P1010504.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                               Aubrey's all fired up!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336269330086731623-1047638759545625338?l=lunnbun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/feeds/1047638759545625338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5336269330086731623&amp;postID=1047638759545625338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/1047638759545625338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/1047638759545625338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/2010/01/15.html' title='1/5'/><author><name>D Lunn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SSoZPEYsFJI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ERFnk79TUhU/S220/Sara%27s+Arrival+Mom%27s+Camera+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/S0D0wzf0KII/AAAAAAAAAjU/7KBQ8BSq45c/s72-c/P1010504.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336269330086731623.post-8871416860572862671</id><published>2010-01-04T02:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T02:44:00.225-05:00</updated><title type='text'>1/4</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/S0DzyMx5OzI/AAAAAAAAAjM/LD5ks3w5-xI/s1600-h/P1010501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422601995103583026" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/S0DzyMx5OzI/AAAAAAAAAjM/LD5ks3w5-xI/s400/P1010501.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;                       Sara's first gift...&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/5336269330086731623-8871416860572862671?l=lunnbun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/feeds/8871416860572862671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5336269330086731623&amp;postID=8871416860572862671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/8871416860572862671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/8871416860572862671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/2010/01/14.html' title='1/4'/><author><name>D Lunn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SSoZPEYsFJI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ERFnk79TUhU/S220/Sara%27s+Arrival+Mom%27s+Camera+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/S0DzyMx5OzI/AAAAAAAAAjM/LD5ks3w5-xI/s72-c/P1010501.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336269330086731623.post-7984165512871729310</id><published>2010-01-03T14:32:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T14:38:32.369-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I stole this idea from Megan's dad. Thanks Brian...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of doing a slideshow of our Christmas, I have decided to give a new picture everyday until Sara's Birthday on the 27th. Enjoy the photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422599864865209906" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/S0Dx2NBfPjI/AAAAAAAAAi8/UuhqV9AsfMA/s400/P1010499.JPG" /&gt;I wish you could have seen Sara's reaction when she "accidently" found her gift hidden in the laundry room, instead we had to physically put her on her bike. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336269330086731623-7984165512871729310?l=lunnbun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/feeds/7984165512871729310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5336269330086731623&amp;postID=7984165512871729310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/7984165512871729310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/7984165512871729310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-stole-this-idea-from-megans-dad.html' title=''/><author><name>D Lunn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SSoZPEYsFJI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ERFnk79TUhU/S220/Sara%27s+Arrival+Mom%27s+Camera+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/S0Dx2NBfPjI/AAAAAAAAAi8/UuhqV9AsfMA/s72-c/P1010499.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336269330086731623.post-7750808980686871418</id><published>2010-01-02T23:11:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T14:31:53.350-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-ace4ffc41daaf42" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0ace4ffc41daaf42%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330377450%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D436F0C807F80213C34AF13E1456BFE4DD510AF46.407E0AB9369CEB4BF0C47BB5A869FB07B3BCC5DF%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dace4ffc41daaf42%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DVKey8TlUnVBBjgtq8qcbRUF244w&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0ace4ffc41daaf42%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330377450%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D436F0C807F80213C34AF13E1456BFE4DD510AF46.407E0AB9369CEB4BF0C47BB5A869FB07B3BCC5DF%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dace4ffc41daaf42%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DVKey8TlUnVBBjgtq8qcbRUF244w&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Merry Christmas to all.  I can't believe Christmas is all over.  I wanted to be more timely on Christmas, but it could not be so because of computer problems.  I am excited to share our Christmas with all of you.  Sara and Aubrey had a wonderful Christmas.  It was full of toys, food, and family.  We are all happy to be home though.  A week and half away from home is a long time to be on the road.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-71a2e092bd131ee0" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D71a2e092bd131ee0%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330377450%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4AE5DC181AAE2E1F6CD987DD9B187537BFDD76E4.183AF33DAF69433DA32FD490C4CD20C8324C5EE9%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D71a2e092bd131ee0%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D1JpQZ4oqejRtFF4zP5_sNovP7m4&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D71a2e092bd131ee0%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330377450%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4AE5DC181AAE2E1F6CD987DD9B187537BFDD76E4.183AF33DAF69433DA32FD490C4CD20C8324C5EE9%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D71a2e092bd131ee0%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D1JpQZ4oqejRtFF4zP5_sNovP7m4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first trip was to Grandma Linda's house.  Aubrey, you were smothered, &lt;em&gt;in a good way, &lt;/em&gt;by Grandma Tammy.  Grandma Tammy is someone who lives across the street from Grandma.  I've never seen anyone as baby crazy as she is.  You both enjoyed being at Grandma's house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-8f7e426f0a566caf" 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://v22.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8f7e426f0a566caf%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330377450%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5DB3DD778CF72AC1A798F881346F09F939162742.5C54A7E0BF76603060941A53E1297DFBCD987BFE%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8f7e426f0a566caf%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D7pwE_uazotHMMq1V7zUSgZW28r0&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://v22.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8f7e426f0a566caf%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330377450%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5DB3DD778CF72AC1A798F881346F09F939162742.5C54A7E0BF76603060941A53E1297DFBCD987BFE%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8f7e426f0a566caf%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D7pwE_uazotHMMq1V7zUSgZW28r0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;By the time we got to Grandpa and Grandma Pat's house Sara was an old pro with presents.  In fact Sara passed all of the gifts out and even got to play with Grandpa's gift.  We also spent a lot of time playing hide-and-go-seek.  We had a ball.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-f597d0078280cadd" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df597d0078280cadd%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330377450%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D29350342BB4030AB053ED36DC9940C63F6FCA4C9.78F5071B67EDA4EE3D23D35BA5EC9D8795686D3C%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df597d0078280cadd%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DNynuuN6zrS_jqIlXH9BH0PkjkYk&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df597d0078280cadd%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330377450%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D29350342BB4030AB053ED36DC9940C63F6FCA4C9.78F5071B67EDA4EE3D23D35BA5EC9D8795686D3C%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df597d0078280cadd%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DNynuuN6zrS_jqIlXH9BH0PkjkYk&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Sara and Aubrey, you spent five days with your crazy cousins.  They are absolutely nuts and you both loved playing with them.  It was fun to see Sara and Sam playing together.  The last time you two were by each other, Sara, you only heard the word "NO."  But that was not the case this time.  I think the video captured your joy. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;Daddy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336269330086731623-7750808980686871418?l=lunnbun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/feeds/7750808980686871418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5336269330086731623&amp;postID=7750808980686871418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/7750808980686871418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/7750808980686871418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/2010/01/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>D Lunn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SSoZPEYsFJI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ERFnk79TUhU/S220/Sara%27s+Arrival+Mom%27s+Camera+023.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336269330086731623.post-2521507734121442947</id><published>2009-12-19T12:50:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T13:12:43.421-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-3d19d1f6f5b87fc5" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3d19d1f6f5b87fc5%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330377450%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D53D0BC529376FCFA75C1F64A9371B470BE32ED78.41E8FADE0A070CFBE3F96F33AAB1CCECF6D6E459%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3d19d1f6f5b87fc5%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dp5xu0Wlzg1OhbdWOV03wVEGeFt8&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3d19d1f6f5b87fc5%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330377450%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D53D0BC529376FCFA75C1F64A9371B470BE32ED78.41E8FADE0A070CFBE3F96F33AAB1CCECF6D6E459%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3d19d1f6f5b87fc5%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dp5xu0Wlzg1OhbdWOV03wVEGeFt8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sara don't get jealous, but over the past couple of months the posts have been more about Aubrey because we are seeing more and more of her firsts. She is now crawling or whatever you may want to call it, but she is getting from one place to another on her own. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She is not pulling herself up, but she can stand if helped. The coolest part of the past couple of months have been watching Aubrey come alive. She is so easily distracted, because she is interested in everything. It's a great big world, and she is trying to take it all in. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We are so excited about the next couple of weeks because it will be Sara's second Christmas and Aubrey's first. We will be traveling, eating, and opening presents. Can't wait. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Love Daddy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336269330086731623-2521507734121442947?l=lunnbun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/feeds/2521507734121442947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5336269330086731623&amp;postID=2521507734121442947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/2521507734121442947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/2521507734121442947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>D Lunn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SSoZPEYsFJI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ERFnk79TUhU/S220/Sara%27s+Arrival+Mom%27s+Camera+023.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336269330086731623.post-4493913862613502057</id><published>2009-11-29T14:20:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T15:01:56.685-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving 09</title><content type='html'>Aubrey, you may not remember your first Thanksgiving, and Sara you may not remember your second but what a relaxing and carefree day.  It started with you waking up at around 7am.  It just never gets old waking up to you screaming.  It is like the chirping of birds on a beautiful summer morning.  &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SxLLKTEuonI/AAAAAAAAAi0/fuyofddRSLE/s1600/Thanksgiving+09+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409609480204624498" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SxLLKTEuonI/AAAAAAAAAi0/fuyofddRSLE/s400/Thanksgiving+09+006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You were then able to hang out with your Uncle Chad and Grandma while Mommy and I went to run in the Thanksgiving Day Race.  I came in 551st place.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt; Daddy.  I did it in 43 minutes and your Mommy in an hour and 22 minutes.  It was such a beautiful day.  I love doing that race, and I can't wait to do it as a whole family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SxLLF_xHdII/AAAAAAAAAis/lwPac_NSbWQ/s1600/Thanksgiving+09+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409609406302614658" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SxLLF_xHdII/AAAAAAAAAis/lwPac_NSbWQ/s400/Thanksgiving+09+003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Your day continued as usual, except Uncle Chad got to feed you, hold you, but not change your &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;poopy&lt;/span&gt; diapers.  Big baby.  We then had a huge feast of turkey, dressing, mashed potatoes, green beans with crunchy stuff, pumpkin pie etc.  You know the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;fixin's&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SxLK_GAftfI/AAAAAAAAAik/X62Y6mIYqpE/s1600/Thanksgiving+09+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409609287718647282" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SxLK_GAftfI/AAAAAAAAAik/X62Y6mIYqpE/s400/Thanksgiving+09+009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As you can see, the food was good.  Realize that these are the two who did not run this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SxLK4IT54FI/AAAAAAAAAic/e9rUYVly22Q/s1600/Thanksgiving+09+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409609168077840466" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SxLK4IT54FI/AAAAAAAAAic/e9rUYVly22Q/s400/Thanksgiving+09+010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mommy was beat after cooking, running, feeding, breathing, eating, snacking, reading???, and loving. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SxLKxlu5WrI/AAAAAAAAAiU/E_tIKak2vBc/s1600/Thanksgiving+09+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409609055716596402" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SxLKxlu5WrI/AAAAAAAAAiU/E_tIKak2vBc/s400/Thanksgiving+09+012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On Saturday night, you two, Mommy and I went to the zoo for the festival of lights.  I don't want you two to read this later and think that life was all &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;popsicles&lt;/span&gt; and root beer.  You two were a pain in the booty on the way to the zoo. Crying and whining all the way there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SxLKsi4NlRI/AAAAAAAAAiM/lFjSktYmxNM/s1600/Thanksgiving+09+017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409608969051018514" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SxLKsi4NlRI/AAAAAAAAAiM/lFjSktYmxNM/s400/Thanksgiving+09+017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; But you two are very difficult to be mad at for very long, because you two are so stinking cute.  Look at that hat.  But really, the lights were beautiful.  I think we started a new family tradition last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SxLKbT9Rj6I/AAAAAAAAAiE/6x8S2xLa3MM/s1600/Thanksgiving+09+020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409608672987942818" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SxLKbT9Rj6I/AAAAAAAAAiE/6x8S2xLa3MM/s400/Thanksgiving+09+020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                            Awe!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-bd53ecf238207364" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dbd53ecf238207364%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330377450%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D263551402B7EEDB27E799DB9CD50252CAEE2FB30.75D331D4697AD5F2261A08F34DC41722C9C81ED%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbd53ecf238207364%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dvm-CmHdgMVGtzLfMIKlUFAGVmxg&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dbd53ecf238207364%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330377450%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D263551402B7EEDB27E799DB9CD50252CAEE2FB30.75D331D4697AD5F2261A08F34DC41722C9C81ED%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbd53ecf238207364%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dvm-CmHdgMVGtzLfMIKlUFAGVmxg&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Aubrey, you have a new trick unveiled in your latest video.  It cracks me up when you do this. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Love Daddy&lt;/p&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/5336269330086731623-4493913862613502057?l=lunnbun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/feeds/4493913862613502057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5336269330086731623&amp;postID=4493913862613502057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/4493913862613502057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/4493913862613502057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/2009/11/thanksgiving-09.html' title='Thanksgiving 09'/><author><name>D Lunn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SSoZPEYsFJI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ERFnk79TUhU/S220/Sara%27s+Arrival+Mom%27s+Camera+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SxLLKTEuonI/AAAAAAAAAi0/fuyofddRSLE/s72-c/Thanksgiving+09+006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336269330086731623.post-4149001047165376424</id><published>2009-11-23T19:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T19:36:55.392-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gotcha Day</title><content type='html'>This past Saturday was your first Gotcha Day. We have now had you officially one year.  Crazy, I know.  We had a great day hanging out.  We are planning on keeping Gotcha Day as a low key family day.  We went out for breakfast and lunch and we hung out at the mall.  You love the playing area at the mall. You are so much fun to be around and it was fun just to be together.  Mommy and I still talk about how crazy it is that we have both you and your sister.  I know that we have said all of this before, but we love you very much.  Words are not enough.  We just love you. &lt;br /&gt;Daddy and Mommy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336269330086731623-4149001047165376424?l=lunnbun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/feeds/4149001047165376424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5336269330086731623&amp;postID=4149001047165376424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/4149001047165376424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/4149001047165376424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/2009/11/gotcha-day.html' title='Gotcha Day'/><author><name>D Lunn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SSoZPEYsFJI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ERFnk79TUhU/S220/Sara%27s+Arrival+Mom%27s+Camera+023.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336269330086731623.post-7668994151716602362</id><published>2009-11-20T19:39:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T20:03:16.029-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One year ago, Mommy and I were enjoying our last day of no responsibility.  What a difference a year makes.  Sara, tommorrow is your first Gotcha Day.  What a wonderful day indeed.  I can't believe it has been a year.  It has been way too fast.  You have grown up so much.  You are starting to talk, you love your sister more than anything, your sister is almost crawling and you have two great friends in Addison and Ada.  &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/Swc6FEN-dPI/AAAAAAAAAh8/AXjfoHGXMKM/s1600/November+09+028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406353736387687666" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/Swc6FEN-dPI/AAAAAAAAAh8/AXjfoHGXMKM/s400/November+09+028.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's Friday night, Mommy is out with her girlfriends, and I'm just hanging out with you two.  Is there a better place to be?  My life is so perfect.  You two mean so much to me.  I can't explain the feeling that I have when Sara is sitting next to me reading a book like a "big girl" and Aubrey is trying to crawl anywhere and everywhere. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/Swc5-TMrWUI/AAAAAAAAAh0/mT_hTnCdw8E/s1600/November+09+018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406353620149688642" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/Swc5-TMrWUI/AAAAAAAAAh0/mT_hTnCdw8E/s400/November+09+018.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't think I have missed a night of checking on you two before I go to bed.  It is my favorite time of day.  I love the peacefulness I see in your sleeping.  You two show the innocence in life, the beauty of life, and God in our world.  Looking at you two sleep, shows God's brillance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/Swc53M-yrkI/AAAAAAAAAhs/uU2MGjEhW44/s1600/November+09+017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406353498221751874" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/Swc53M-yrkI/AAAAAAAAAhs/uU2MGjEhW44/s400/November+09+017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/Swc5mxH3IBI/AAAAAAAAAhc/0Fu9vv2SBow/s1600/November+09+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406353215865692178" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/Swc5mxH3IBI/AAAAAAAAAhc/0Fu9vv2SBow/s400/November+09+005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                             Sara, just growing up too fast.  How long will it be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                             before you want to hug some other boy other than&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                             Daddy? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/Swc5fZQ_9MI/AAAAAAAAAhU/o5teYaJP0Is/s1600/November+09+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406353089202484418" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/Swc5fZQ_9MI/AAAAAAAAAhU/o5teYaJP0Is/s400/November+09+001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                    This might be the best picture of Nana and Aubrianna. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-ee9fdad69b001e82" 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://v15.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dee9fdad69b001e82%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330377450%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D29703C68001B81C4B76B4D14F1B9B7D09FC5E99C.77C503417C521BF4531CE2334CC26CB4866C6E3B%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dee9fdad69b001e82%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DcQdpNmntq72HkLtVnr28ALfJcEc&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://v15.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dee9fdad69b001e82%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330377450%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D29703C68001B81C4B76B4D14F1B9B7D09FC5E99C.77C503417C521BF4531CE2334CC26CB4866C6E3B%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dee9fdad69b001e82%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DcQdpNmntq72HkLtVnr28ALfJcEc&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336269330086731623-7668994151716602362?l=lunnbun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/feeds/7668994151716602362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5336269330086731623&amp;postID=7668994151716602362' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/7668994151716602362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/7668994151716602362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>D Lunn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SSoZPEYsFJI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ERFnk79TUhU/S220/Sara%27s+Arrival+Mom%27s+Camera+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/Swc6FEN-dPI/AAAAAAAAAh8/AXjfoHGXMKM/s72-c/November+09+028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336269330086731623.post-6154712150972736974</id><published>2009-11-01T07:57:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T08:09:13.692-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sara and Aubrey's First Halloween</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was a day of first.  Yesterday was Sara's first Halloween as well as Aubrey's first Halloween.  You two had a bug thing going.  Funny that Mommy hates bugs, yet she dresses you two up in bugs.  You were the cutest two bugs ever.  &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/Su2G0-x2k6I/AAAAAAAAAhM/rSRhJUSOtKc/s1600-h/Halloween+054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399119773050508194" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/Su2G0-x2k6I/AAAAAAAAAhM/rSRhJUSOtKc/s400/Halloween+054.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/Su2GvPxWFGI/AAAAAAAAAhE/hwIsYOUh3FQ/s1600-h/Halloween+060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399119674532566114" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/Su2GvPxWFGI/AAAAAAAAAhE/hwIsYOUh3FQ/s400/Halloween+060.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our neighborhood really does a fantastic job.  We had a Halloween parade at 5:15 in which all of the kids met at the pool and had a costume contest.  You both got screwed.  There was some sort of inside job.  Obviously you two should have won. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/Su2GV4dFGeI/AAAAAAAAAg8/F67o0koEG5w/s1600-h/Halloween+068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399119238776822242" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/Su2GV4dFGeI/AAAAAAAAAg8/F67o0koEG5w/s400/Halloween+068.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sara, you really got into it.  With Mr. Mike, he gave you a couple of pieces of candy, and you gave him five pieces.  You're learning to share.  Yeah!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/Su2GM8ACjEI/AAAAAAAAAg0/6kEkGEiW1lQ/s1600-h/Halloween+070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399119085109939266" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/Su2GM8ACjEI/AAAAAAAAAg0/6kEkGEiW1lQ/s400/Halloween+070.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Some families really got into it.  Greg and I had a fire pit, the ballgame on the tube, and soda pop.  These people had a Flintstone thing going on.  Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/Su2GD-bxtWI/AAAAAAAAAgs/5CWqsg9jbEo/s1600-h/Halloween+072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399118931144324450" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/Su2GD-bxtWI/AAAAAAAAAgs/5CWqsg9jbEo/s400/Halloween+072.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You two love each other so much.  Sara, you are the best big sister ever.  Aubrey, you are the best little sister ever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love Daddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336269330086731623-6154712150972736974?l=lunnbun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/feeds/6154712150972736974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5336269330086731623&amp;postID=6154712150972736974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/6154712150972736974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/6154712150972736974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/2009/11/sara-and-aubreys-first-halloween.html' title='Sara and Aubrey&apos;s First Halloween'/><author><name>D Lunn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SSoZPEYsFJI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ERFnk79TUhU/S220/Sara%27s+Arrival+Mom%27s+Camera+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/Su2G0-x2k6I/AAAAAAAAAhM/rSRhJUSOtKc/s72-c/Halloween+054.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336269330086731623.post-8183418813907980310</id><published>2009-11-01T07:40:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T07:57:30.825-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip to Holland/Rochester</title><content type='html'>A couple of weeks ago we took a trip to see Nana and Papa and Grandma Pat and Grandpa.  Lots of fun.  They were all surprised by how much you are both growing up.  It is amazing to see how much you both change in just a months time.  Especially Aubrey. You are noticing so much now. You are also quite entertained by your big sister. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/Su2EuMdq20I/AAAAAAAAAgc/EizOFHOZ4Qc/s1600-h/Halloween+024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399117457441610562" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/Su2EuMdq20I/AAAAAAAAAgc/EizOFHOZ4Qc/s400/Halloween+024.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/Su2Eg76cGYI/AAAAAAAAAgU/kXTixNsLQ4M/s1600-h/Halloween+023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399117229660576130" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/Su2Eg76cGYI/AAAAAAAAAgU/kXTixNsLQ4M/s400/Halloween+023.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sara, you have also begun smiling for pictures.  It is now difficult to get pictures of you without you trying to smile.  Cute. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/Su2EWW20dNI/AAAAAAAAAgM/PyaWgMA5Q-g/s1600-h/Halloween+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399117047914591442" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/Su2EWW20dNI/AAAAAAAAAgM/PyaWgMA5Q-g/s400/Halloween+012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/Su2EQRLN-5I/AAAAAAAAAgE/VNQzT7zvtBI/s1600-h/Halloween+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399116943310322578" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/Su2EQRLN-5I/AAAAAAAAAgE/VNQzT7zvtBI/s400/Halloween+011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                          Big sisters are the best?  Little sisters are the best?  The debate continues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/Su2EElKMRhI/AAAAAAAAAf8/WgmhJUxb2eA/s1600-h/Halloween+015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399116742516295186" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/Su2EElKMRhI/AAAAAAAAAf8/WgmhJUxb2eA/s400/Halloween+015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                 Hangin' with Greatgrandma. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/Su2CLNlEHHI/AAAAAAAAAfs/bL18z4rbU_I/s1600-h/Halloween+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399114657422384242" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/Su2CLNlEHHI/AAAAAAAAAfs/bL18z4rbU_I/s400/Halloween+006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                              and Greatgrandpa. &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/5336269330086731623-8183418813907980310?l=lunnbun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/feeds/8183418813907980310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5336269330086731623&amp;postID=8183418813907980310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/8183418813907980310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/8183418813907980310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/2009/11/trip-to-hollandrochester.html' title='Trip to Holland/Rochester'/><author><name>D Lunn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SSoZPEYsFJI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ERFnk79TUhU/S220/Sara%27s+Arrival+Mom%27s+Camera+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/Su2EuMdq20I/AAAAAAAAAgc/EizOFHOZ4Qc/s72-c/Halloween+024.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336269330086731623.post-148724123674668251</id><published>2009-09-30T20:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T20:11:11.072-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Nana</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-9ed7b71089db2836" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9ed7b71089db2836%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330377450%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7364C606AFEB2C54EAE8988B0C9073AE6DE877C7.34EFE0B681A8B20C0C3558906A8F627C421B4BBF%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9ed7b71089db2836%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DFuRmN6UqSLYxxbHXbsZCg6SHSK8&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9ed7b71089db2836%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330377450%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7364C606AFEB2C54EAE8988B0C9073AE6DE877C7.34EFE0B681A8B20C0C3558906A8F627C421B4BBF%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9ed7b71089db2836%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DFuRmN6UqSLYxxbHXbsZCg6SHSK8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nana, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sara and Aubrey miss you so much and they wanted to send you a video birthday card. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Love&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dave, Stacy, Sara, Aubrey and Axl&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336269330086731623-148724123674668251?l=lunnbun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SSoZPEYsFJI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ERFnk79TUhU/S220/Sara%27s+Arrival+Mom%27s+Camera+023.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336269330086731623.post-7587974215445345666</id><published>2009-09-26T22:19:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T22:37:04.928-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Chusok Holiday</title><content type='html'>A few weeks ago Mommy and I decided to join a Korean adoption group.  It is a group of families who all have one thing in common.  They have adopted a baby from South Korea.  We know that you will live much of your life as a minority, but we think it is important for you to see other kids who look like you...even if you don't understand any of this yet. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/Sr7N78jQELI/AAAAAAAAAfk/JKtQswx5e_M/s1600-h/Summer+09+043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385968634131648690" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/Sr7N78jQELI/AAAAAAAAAfk/JKtQswx5e_M/s400/Summer+09+043.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Chusok&lt;/span&gt; is a Korean holiday that is much like our Thanksgiving.  We really did nothing tonight that had anything to do with the holiday.  It is basically an excuse to get together.  We went up to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Neiderman&lt;/span&gt; Farm in which we went through a corn maze, hayride, petting zoo, and a bonfire.  You had your first &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;smore&lt;/span&gt;.  Notice the &lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt;leftovers &lt;/span&gt;above. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/Sr7Nz_mLd2I/AAAAAAAAAfc/81K2_Q1il4k/s1600-h/Summer+09+041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385968497510283106" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/Sr7Nz_mLd2I/AAAAAAAAAfc/81K2_Q1il4k/s400/Summer+09+041.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Though there are no pictures, you did meet some other Koreans.  We met some families who live in Milford and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hebron&lt;/span&gt;, KY who have Koreans.  Alex is a little boy who is 22 months old.  He is a wild child who lives in Milford and Jennifer is a 3 year old who lives in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hebron&lt;/span&gt;.  We are excited about meeting new people, but more importantly we are excited that you will experience some of your culture through this group. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/Sr7Nsx8vpaI/AAAAAAAAAfU/K2ZZs1owmkM/s1600-h/Summer+09+040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385968373587748258" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/Sr7Nsx8vpaI/AAAAAAAAAfU/K2ZZs1owmkM/s400/Summer+09+040.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                  Corn up close and personal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/Sr7NjW6d57I/AAAAAAAAAfM/1oa8ISvjFeU/s1600-h/Summer+09+038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385968211711616946" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/Sr7NjW6d57I/AAAAAAAAAfM/1oa8ISvjFeU/s400/Summer+09+038.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/Sr7L7ubFOzI/AAAAAAAAAfE/TZeTvYJTw-g/s1600-h/Summer+09+037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385966431316032306" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/Sr7L7ubFOzI/AAAAAAAAAfE/TZeTvYJTw-g/s400/Summer+09+037.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                         The maze was the highlight of the night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've done two posting in one day.  I'm exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;Love you both,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daddy&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/5336269330086731623-7587974215445345666?l=lunnbun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/feeds/7587974215445345666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5336269330086731623&amp;postID=7587974215445345666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/7587974215445345666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/7587974215445345666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/2009/09/chusok-holiday.html' title='Chusok Holiday'/><author><name>D Lunn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SSoZPEYsFJI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ERFnk79TUhU/S220/Sara%27s+Arrival+Mom%27s+Camera+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/Sr7N78jQELI/AAAAAAAAAfk/JKtQswx5e_M/s72-c/Summer+09+043.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336269330086731623.post-1868302315357161277</id><published>2009-09-26T10:26:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T10:47:00.684-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Week of firsts</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;Girls, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;This was a week of firsts.  Today Mommy thought it was a good idea to give Aubrey real food for the first time.  Watered down rice...yummy.  You were a real champ.  Mommy kept shoving food in your face and you tried to spit it out as fast as it would go in.  Luckily for you, this is one step closer to ice cream, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;chocolate&lt;/span&gt; chip cookies, and steak.   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-2ef54e684c402ecc" 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.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2ef54e684c402ecc%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330377450%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5F0F71ED88409ADC58726E2AC080729927FD21B4.795CD782B41F88B1E10B598F1D6912F2A9CDE137%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2ef54e684c402ecc%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DGkIAIMfnses1wMtjF1CfD2BFlns&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.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2ef54e684c402ecc%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330377450%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5F0F71ED88409ADC58726E2AC080729927FD21B4.795CD782B41F88B1E10B598F1D6912F2A9CDE137%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2ef54e684c402ecc%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DGkIAIMfnses1wMtjF1CfD2BFlns&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/Sr4k5DDmy4I/AAAAAAAAAe8/q-ki0N6U4qY/s1600-h/Summer+09+034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385782766873267074" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/Sr4k5DDmy4I/AAAAAAAAAe8/q-ki0N6U4qY/s400/Summer+09+034.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is the real shocker.  Sara didn't knock you over, punch you, bite you, or gauge out your eyes to get to the food.  It was the first time that Sara was around food and she didn't beg for it.  Just so you know, you will have to fight for your food as you get older.  There is nothing more important to your sister than &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;fooooooooooooood&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/Sr4kyqYF6tI/AAAAAAAAAe0/fR2crTGh5Ko/s1600-h/Summer+09+028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385782657169091282" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/Sr4kyqYF6tI/AAAAAAAAAe0/fR2crTGh5Ko/s400/Summer+09+028.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Last night Mommy and Daddy were watching a movie and you fell asleep.  So cute.  There is nothing better than seeing a baby fall asleep in your arms.  I just wish the bald spot that is growing would go away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/Sr4ksB0X0_I/AAAAAAAAAes/zdlarPsX2UY/s1600-h/Summer+09+027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385782543202636786" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/Sr4ksB0X0_I/AAAAAAAAAes/zdlarPsX2UY/s400/Summer+09+027.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sara, not everything is about your sister.  You had a big week as well. You are saying "no" a lot more.  &lt;em&gt;That is just perfect.  Sara do you want to go to bed? No. Sara do you want to change your diaper?  No.  Sara do you want this cookie?  YES!!!  &lt;/em&gt;For the past week or so you have called your sister, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Aub&lt;/span&gt;.  But now, all of a sudden yesterday when I went to pick you up...You were saying "Aubrey Aubrey Aubrey."  So cool.  Although you won't say it on camera.  Also this week you have been picking your Adoption book to read.  Yesterday, while I was cleaning the upstairs, you grabbed your book and hopped into the rocking chair and starting reading your Adoption book.  So cool.  I had to grab a picture. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you both, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daddy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336269330086731623-1868302315357161277?l=lunnbun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/feeds/1868302315357161277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5336269330086731623&amp;postID=1868302315357161277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/1868302315357161277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/1868302315357161277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/2009/09/week-of-firsts.html' title='Week of firsts'/><author><name>D Lunn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SSoZPEYsFJI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ERFnk79TUhU/S220/Sara%27s+Arrival+Mom%27s+Camera+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/Sr4k5DDmy4I/AAAAAAAAAe8/q-ki0N6U4qY/s72-c/Summer+09+034.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336269330086731623.post-3005115921392613725</id><published>2009-09-13T21:23:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T22:16:29.204-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Labor Day/Who Dey</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/Sq2mNzM-aoI/AAAAAAAAAek/fejCF7i4E9w/s1600-h/P1010288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381139885790751362" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/Sq2mNzM-aoI/AAAAAAAAAek/fejCF7i4E9w/s400/P1010288.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;The last couple of weeks have been busy for the two of you. As I'm writing this, I look down at your picture, I'm just amazed by how big you are both getting. Sara, you are starting to say words. Currently, you are saying, "Up, More, Dadda, Momma, Na (banana), Aub (Aubrey), help, hi, bye, book, ball, and I love you the most Dadda." Aubrey, you are rolling over...constantly, smiling, cooing, screaming, stand up, watch Sara, and wear sweet Bengals outfits. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/Sq2d_7AtVwI/AAAAAAAAAec/OicYWs_WTxg/s1600-h/P1010296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381130851275593474" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/Sq2d_7AtVwI/AAAAAAAAAec/OicYWs_WTxg/s400/P1010296.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The other day, Aub was just hangin' around on the floor. This is typical. Axl must have felt alone, because he decided to lie down next to you. We grabbed a couple of pictures. This was a cool moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/Sq2cll1d-FI/AAAAAAAAAeU/tzL4XPtgL8E/s1600-h/P1010268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381129299403077714" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/Sq2cll1d-FI/AAAAAAAAAeU/tzL4XPtgL8E/s400/P1010268.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On Labor Day, the whole fam' went to Coney Island. You were within 1/4 mile of President Obama. We didn't get to see him though. Too many people and you two are way too young. It was fun to see the excitement on your face, Sara, as you rode the trains, frogs, space ships, and airplanes. You are fearless!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/Sq2bU-YLWaI/AAAAAAAAAd0/y8m6RWYWk8Y/s1600-h/P1010283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381127914421705122" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/Sq2bU-YLWaI/AAAAAAAAAd0/y8m6RWYWk8Y/s400/P1010283.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I must end this with "Things that Sara likes to dip."  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                  Sara likes to dip hot dogs into ketchup. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                  Sara likes to dip hamburgers into ketchup. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                  Sara likes to dip potato chips into ketchup. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                  Sara likes to dip broccoli into ketchup. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                  Sara likes to dip warm, homemade, just out of the oven, delicious chocolate &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                  chip cookies into ketchup.  &lt;em&gt;I don't get this one. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;                                  &lt;/em&gt;Finally, Sara likes to dip chips, peanut butter sandwiches, and grapes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                  into salsa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yum Yum                    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336269330086731623-3005115921392613725?l=lunnbun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/feeds/3005115921392613725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5336269330086731623&amp;postID=3005115921392613725' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/3005115921392613725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/3005115921392613725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/2009/09/labor-daywho-dey.html' title='Labor Day/Who Dey'/><author><name>D Lunn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SSoZPEYsFJI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ERFnk79TUhU/S220/Sara%27s+Arrival+Mom%27s+Camera+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/Sq2mNzM-aoI/AAAAAAAAAek/fejCF7i4E9w/s72-c/P1010288.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336269330086731623.post-3765045320490555875</id><published>2009-09-01T20:28:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T20:47:42.556-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Banner Day</title><content type='html'>Today, September 1st, 2009, Aubrey you sat up for the first time.  How big are you?   Of course I had to help you into position, but you stayed up for a few minutes.  After the few minutes, you completely crashed with a wail.  A wail that only you can produce. It feels like just a couple of days ago, you began smiling.  It is so cool to see the beginnings of your life.  We missed this time with Sara, and I just feel so lucky to be able to experience it with you.    &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/Sp2-ptRcqZI/AAAAAAAAAds/ztL_RYMpiBI/s1600-h/Aubrey+031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376663153886931346" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/Sp2-ptRcqZI/AAAAAAAAAds/ztL_RYMpiBI/s400/Aubrey+031.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                       Plus, Daddy took this picture, and I must say it is the&lt;br /&gt;                                       best picture that I have ever taken of you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/Sp2-jrbtQII/AAAAAAAAAdk/4A3gb_vSzr0/s1600-h/Aubrey+030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376663050313875586" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/Sp2-jrbtQII/AAAAAAAAAdk/4A3gb_vSzr0/s400/Aubrey+030.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                            Mommy took this one.  Cute yes, but come on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                            look again at the first picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/Sp2-banM_jI/AAAAAAAAAdc/o8Z9W1z7Ol4/s1600-h/Aubrey+021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376662908359736882" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/Sp2-banM_jI/AAAAAAAAAdc/o8Z9W1z7Ol4/s400/Aubrey+021.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                              I love it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/Sp2-UlVOmFI/AAAAAAAAAdU/OWy3mo1q5xI/s1600-h/Aubrey+019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376662790978050130" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/Sp2-UlVOmFI/AAAAAAAAAdU/OWy3mo1q5xI/s400/Aubrey+019.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mommy had to start back at work two weeks before I did.  This was the first day that I had to watch you two.  I'm not saying I was nervous about it.  I was scared to death of watching you two all by myself for over 8 hours.  Happily, we had an amazing day.  I learned that day that Sara, you love playing in the water, and Aubrey, you love watching her.  So much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/Sp29AO1GsMI/AAAAAAAAAdM/KqA4rvh6B6I/s1600-h/Aubrey+017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376661341828722882" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/Sp29AO1GsMI/AAAAAAAAAdM/KqA4rvh6B6I/s400/Aubrey+017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                  Raiders fan? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/Sp286ODAtmI/AAAAAAAAAdE/iN2RRQ0XZp0/s1600-h/Aubrey+016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376661238539400802" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/Sp286ODAtmI/AAAAAAAAAdE/iN2RRQ0XZp0/s400/Aubrey+016.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                   Yes that is the 3 dollar chair that I bought before college.&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336269330086731623-3765045320490555875?l=lunnbun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/feeds/3765045320490555875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5336269330086731623&amp;postID=3765045320490555875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/3765045320490555875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/3765045320490555875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/2009/09/big-banner-day.html' title='Big Banner Day'/><author><name>D Lunn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SSoZPEYsFJI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ERFnk79TUhU/S220/Sara%27s+Arrival+Mom%27s+Camera+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/Sp2-ptRcqZI/AAAAAAAAAds/ztL_RYMpiBI/s72-c/Aubrey+031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336269330086731623.post-5832121516674557998</id><published>2009-08-21T21:46:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T22:11:40.805-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Aubrey Rolls</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-c5b76fe0e843f0db" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc5b76fe0e843f0db%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330377450%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4D3D0B19122EFD88C96C808DA945816B8996861C.767F71637B532FF083D9BC7E2816DD9508A3659A%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc5b76fe0e843f0db%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DJNlXtKSrdpOwpPX4Hbu09pAKZ34&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc5b76fe0e843f0db%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330377450%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4D3D0B19122EFD88C96C808DA945816B8996861C.767F71637B532FF083D9BC7E2816DD9508A3659A%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc5b76fe0e843f0db%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DJNlXtKSrdpOwpPX4Hbu09pAKZ34&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Big news!!! Aubrey, you learned to roll today.  If you learn how to sit, shake hands and sit on command then you will be as talented as &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Axl&lt;/span&gt;.  Apparently you really love rolling, because right after I stopped the camera, you rolled four or five times.  Basically right off the blanket.  You are amazing.  You can do this amazing feat at the young age of four months old.   You must be gifted. Just like your daddy. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Summer is coming to an end and I am so very sad.  I have had a great time this summer spending time with you both.  This is not &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;to s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ay&lt;/span&gt; that we haven't had our difficulties.  Mommy and I have learned that Sara, you are stubborn.  You are becoming more independent and you know what you want.  The annoying part is, when you don't get what you want, you let everyone know.  And it doesn't matter where you are: the grocery store, a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;restaurant&lt;/span&gt;, the park, church, or the back of the car.  You know what you want and you aren't happy until you get it.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aubrey, you are just becoming a real person.  At the beginning of the summer, we didn't have much of a connection.  When I say "we" I mean you and me.  Mommy and you had a wonderful connection, but we did not.  I spent most of my time taking care of Sara.  But over the past month, we have become close.  Your smile is what got me.  It's breathtaking.  It's beautiful.  It's extraordinary. It is so cool to see you grow and develop.  I can't wait to see the next season.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Love you both, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Daddy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336269330086731623-5832121516674557998?l=lunnbun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=c5b76fe0e843f0db&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/feeds/5832121516674557998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5336269330086731623&amp;postID=5832121516674557998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/5832121516674557998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/5832121516674557998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/2009/08/aubrey-rolls.html' title='Aubrey Rolls'/><author><name>D Lunn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SSoZPEYsFJI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ERFnk79TUhU/S220/Sara%27s+Arrival+Mom%27s+Camera+023.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336269330086731623.post-6642328264880913220</id><published>2009-08-13T10:17:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T10:19:51.566-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sara,&lt;br /&gt;Mommy got this email and I wanted to keep it for you.  Someone posted about the adoption agency that you went through.  I'm glad to see that it was good news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hi Charity,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just thought I'd weigh in on the discussion, since we used FAC.  We found FAC to be a very good agency, very helpful, and we had a really wonderful experience with them.  My husband and I picked up our daughter from the Detroit airport, which turned out just fine for us, and we've never had a problem bonding with her, or her with us.  Also, my husband and I had the opportunity to travel to Seoul for business a couple years ago, and made a point of visiting Kaia's orphanage, Korean Social Services, while we were there.  The facility was clean and bright, and the children there appeared well cared for by attentive staff.  We also met her foster mother, which was very special.  The only unfortunate thing is that FAC now has a long waiting list for prospective families, and for a while they stopped taking applications because the list was so long.  I am not sure what the situation is now--that was about a year ago.  Kaia came home at 1 year of age, which was typical at that time and probably still is.I hope that helps!  Good luck, and I'd be happy to answer any other questions you may have about FAC, if I can.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jess Woo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336269330086731623-6642328264880913220?l=lunnbun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/feeds/6642328264880913220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5336269330086731623&amp;postID=6642328264880913220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/6642328264880913220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/6642328264880913220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/2009/08/sara-mommy-got-this-email-and-i-wanted.html' title=''/><author><name>D Lunn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SSoZPEYsFJI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ERFnk79TUhU/S220/Sara%27s+Arrival+Mom%27s+Camera+023.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336269330086731623.post-1187263658558480284</id><published>2009-07-27T20:25:00.017-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T21:18:26.862-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Myrtle Beach '09</title><content type='html'>Girls,&lt;br /&gt;For a week at the end of July, we spent a week in a three bedroom condo...all due to Nana and Papa.  Thank you Nana and Papa.  Aubrey, you were a huge hit.  Andy loved to watch you, kiss you, and hold you.  I'd love to say that Sam loved you as much as Andy, but Sam is two and he loves Sam.  Much like Sara.  &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/Sm5IPb6CCmI/AAAAAAAAAc0/0bonFZjSnKM/s1600-h/Jan+and+Feb.+pics+09+063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363303636271237730" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/Sm5IPb6CCmI/AAAAAAAAAc0/0bonFZjSnKM/s400/Jan+and+Feb.+pics+09+063.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Girls, I don't know what is wrong with your Uncle Robbie.  Take a simple picture.  This could have been a beautiful photo, but oh no. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/Sm5IGGniqnI/AAAAAAAAAcs/PodLPVu6CN0/s1600-h/Jan+and+Feb.+pics+09+018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363303475937716850" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/Sm5IGGniqnI/AAAAAAAAAcs/PodLPVu6CN0/s400/Jan+and+Feb.+pics+09+018.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One night we all went for a walk.  Family only.  Mommy, Daddy, Sara, and Aubrey.  This was one of my favorite nights.  This is also one of my favorite pictures that was taken.  Sara, you just loved the water.  I love how you are fearless.  That also scares me at times...like when you are at the edge of a swimming pool and you have no regard to the end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/Sm5H9s3UPNI/AAAAAAAAAck/SOcOjHs_f00/s1600-h/Jan+and+Feb.+pics+09+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363303331585604818" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/Sm5H9s3UPNI/AAAAAAAAAck/SOcOjHs_f00/s400/Jan+and+Feb.+pics+09+013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nana and Papa spent about half of their vacation on the balcony.  Just about every night we all squeezed onto this tiny balcony that looked over the Atlantic Ocean.  Mommy just loved watching the sun set over the ocean.  (Inside joke). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/Sm5Hp6L4pHI/AAAAAAAAAcU/pnOhDPBv2yk/s1600-h/Jan+and+Feb.+pics+09+046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363302991564153970" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/Sm5Hp6L4pHI/AAAAAAAAAcU/pnOhDPBv2yk/s400/Jan+and+Feb.+pics+09+046.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nana loves Sara, Sam, and Andy, but there seems to be some connection between Aubrey and her.  She seems to be just in love with you.  Not to say that she doesn't love all of her &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;grandkids&lt;/span&gt;, but there is something about her and infants.  You two spent a lot of time in the "not so hot" hot tub.  You loved it...splashing water and giggling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/Sm5HQvQRvjI/AAAAAAAAAcM/xYI672DzQVI/s1600-h/Jan+and+Feb.+pics+09+075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363302559133056562" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/Sm5HQvQRvjI/AAAAAAAAAcM/xYI672DzQVI/s400/Jan+and+Feb.+pics+09+075.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/Sm5G-KdBwRI/AAAAAAAAAb8/QxKJh9y4AZA/s1600-h/Jan+and+Feb.+pics+09+077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363302240016777490" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/Sm5G-KdBwRI/AAAAAAAAAb8/QxKJh9y4AZA/s400/Jan+and+Feb.+pics+09+077.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Like I said earlier, Sara you had a ball at the beach, ocean, and pool. One of your favorite activities was walking to the water, filling up your bucket, bringing it back to the blanket, dumping the water, and doing it all again.  You loved the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;kiddy&lt;/span&gt; pool as well.  It was a fantastic pool for you, because it went from nothing to five feet deep.  You and Sam, filled your buckets and Sam tried to pour his water down the drain at the bottom of the pool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/Sm5G2bM7z0I/AAAAAAAAAb0/NPui9COhL6E/s1600-h/Jan+and+Feb.+pics+09+083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363302107073728322" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/Sm5G2bM7z0I/AAAAAAAAAb0/NPui9COhL6E/s400/Jan+and+Feb.+pics+09+083.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                    The more you smile, the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/Sm5GvBHad6I/AAAAAAAAAbs/BtcOsdCU_Q8/s1600-h/Summer+09+140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363301979812165538" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/Sm5GvBHad6I/AAAAAAAAAbs/BtcOsdCU_Q8/s400/Summer+09+140.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bad news: Mommy and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Dadda&lt;/span&gt; can no longer go to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Graeters&lt;/span&gt; with you and expecting to give you a couple of crackers and you'd be happy.  You and I shared our first ice cream cone. It was difficult to eat with your two hands constantly trying to get it within tongues reach.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good news: Before you came home, I used to daydream about us going to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Graeters&lt;/span&gt;, getting ice cream, and clinking our spoons before we ate.  This will become a reality. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/Sm5Gg-0LlqI/AAAAAAAAAbk/yBUKk_EXdKY/s1600-h/Summer+09+057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363301738676459170" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/Sm5Gg-0LlqI/AAAAAAAAAbk/yBUKk_EXdKY/s400/Summer+09+057.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                 Hanging out on the balcony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/Sm5GBIucYQI/AAAAAAAAAbU/73cIY08cn2U/s1600-h/Summer+09+207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363301191580934402" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/Sm5GBIucYQI/AAAAAAAAAbU/73cIY08cn2U/s400/Summer+09+207.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                  You are turning into a "ham" when the camera comes out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/Sm5FyhVFbLI/AAAAAAAAAbM/5drY97sTY7c/s1600-h/Summer+09+210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363300940487421106" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/Sm5FyhVFbLI/AAAAAAAAAbM/5drY97sTY7c/s400/Summer+09+210.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You rode your first &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;carousel&lt;/span&gt; on the last day of our trip.  As we went around, you clapped, screamed with joy, and laughed.  What a moment.  You had been crying/whining for the past hour, but this three minute ride made that all forgettable, and this &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;unforgettable&lt;/span&gt;.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336269330086731623-1187263658558480284?l=lunnbun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/feeds/1187263658558480284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5336269330086731623&amp;postID=1187263658558480284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/1187263658558480284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/1187263658558480284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/2009/07/myrtle-beach-09.html' title='Myrtle Beach &apos;09'/><author><name>D Lunn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SSoZPEYsFJI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ERFnk79TUhU/S220/Sara%27s+Arrival+Mom%27s+Camera+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/Sm5IPb6CCmI/AAAAAAAAAc0/0bonFZjSnKM/s72-c/Jan+and+Feb.+pics+09+063.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336269330086731623.post-15201926704632293</id><published>2009-07-14T20:22:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T20:53:22.893-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Court Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0066cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;July 13, 2009&lt;br /&gt;Sara,&lt;br /&gt;Even though today was my 32&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; birthday, the day was all about you. Our day started with a 3 1/2 hour drive to Akron, OH. Correction...Beautiful Akron, OH. We had lunch at this burger joint that overlooked their minor &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;league&lt;/span&gt; baseball park. I only mention this because it was a top five burger of all time. Totally worth the drive. You, your sister, and your mommy also gave me my birthday gift. Yeah me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/Sl0jK02YjvI/AAAAAAAAAbE/WB9VtE-cUnw/s1600-h/Summer+09+159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358477800533167858" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/Sl0jK02YjvI/AAAAAAAAAbE/WB9VtE-cUnw/s400/Summer+09+159.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We arrived at the courthouse that afternoon and all of a sudden you were clams shut. You wouldn't say anything or do anything. You were so shy. Outside the courthouse we found Kayla and her family. Kayla flew on the same flight that you did. She is 1 1/2 months younger than you. She is just such a cutie as well. As we sat waiting, Kayla started to eat some of her Peachy Puffs. Now she is not a big eater. Her mommy and daddy have had some issues with that, unlike you. Well, her daddy offered you a Peachy Puff. It was on... Kayla has never seen her Peachy Puffs go so fast. After you ate one, you went back for seconds...thirds, fourths, fifths, and flat out hand fulls until not a Peachy Puff was left. Kayla...in total shock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 444px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 252px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358476590409093554" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/Sl0iEYyUkbI/AAAAAAAAAas/LnJ6ogS9r8M/s400/Summer+09+163.JPG" /&gt;They called us up in front of the judge and she asked if we wanted to adopt Sara Lyn. Stupid question. YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358476855738039234" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/Sl0iT1Nq-8I/AAAAAAAAAa8/OtUGfyGJdXk/s400/Summer+09+178.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The judge called us back up to the backside of her desk. There we pressed down on the stamp of approval. After we paid $16.50, it was official. You were now ours. We can now go outside of the state of Ohio and not call our social worker. Freedom. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 403px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 253px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358476721476206994" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/Sl0iMBDKAZI/AAAAAAAAAa0/OAv5Z6JysWA/s400/Summer+09+171.JPG" /&gt;Here are the newest Americans...Kayla and Sara Lyn &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lunn&lt;/span&gt;. We just feel so fortunate. To have both of our girls. God has totally blessed us beyond our dreams. Every day, that I walk through the door, I think about how lucky we are. Hopefully you will think the same. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 410px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 392px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358476416516182914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/Sl0h6Q_BU4I/AAAAAAAAAak/yejZWqHZH-A/s400/Summer+09+185.JPG" /&gt;Love, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daddy&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336269330086731623-15201926704632293?l=lunnbun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/feeds/15201926704632293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5336269330086731623&amp;postID=15201926704632293' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/15201926704632293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/15201926704632293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/2009/07/court-day.html' title='Court Day'/><author><name>D Lunn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SSoZPEYsFJI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ERFnk79TUhU/S220/Sara%27s+Arrival+Mom%27s+Camera+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/Sl0jK02YjvI/AAAAAAAAAbE/WB9VtE-cUnw/s72-c/Summer+09+159.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336269330086731623.post-6873585094825851220</id><published>2009-07-05T15:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T15:24:37.617-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-cb2ea8ccf636b577" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dcb2ea8ccf636b577%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330377450%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D614201543F4EB2CD27711D0C9E32F83E04A33903.85EFFC7B85B8E33C51B009C0E217F48011CDB72E%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dcb2ea8ccf636b577%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D5Mfuufn69k6MUEemBKpYu1j2n64&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dcb2ea8ccf636b577%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330377450%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D614201543F4EB2CD27711D0C9E32F83E04A33903.85EFFC7B85B8E33C51B009C0E217F48011CDB72E%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dcb2ea8ccf636b577%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D5Mfuufn69k6MUEemBKpYu1j2n64&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was showing Mommy the video of Aubrey and Sara's reaction was priceless.  Here she is watching an old video of herself.  Also, she has been eating cereal more which is funny to watch. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336269330086731623-6873585094825851220?l=lunnbun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=cb2ea8ccf636b577&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/feeds/6873585094825851220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5336269330086731623&amp;postID=6873585094825851220' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/6873585094825851220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/6873585094825851220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-was-showing-mommy-video-of-aubrey-and.html' title=''/><author><name>D Lunn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SSoZPEYsFJI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ERFnk79TUhU/S220/Sara%27s+Arrival+Mom%27s+Camera+023.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336269330086731623.post-8001547498350090191</id><published>2009-07-04T15:09:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T15:19:13.146-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Aubrianna at 3 months</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-97320d8702a4dfa2" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D97320d8702a4dfa2%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330377450%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D111FD0E2022453B7CE2B67360E4D0A6C31FE7E08.656BBE1970C825CE7127BAD25A265920E3121BAC%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D97320d8702a4dfa2%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D8lw4a4HRtp5rzful1YPeKahOAbc&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D97320d8702a4dfa2%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330377450%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D111FD0E2022453B7CE2B67360E4D0A6C31FE7E08.656BBE1970C825CE7127BAD25A265920E3121BAC%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D97320d8702a4dfa2%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D8lw4a4HRtp5rzful1YPeKahOAbc&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aubrey, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You are just growing so much everyday.  You are awake a lot more and showing us your smile.  For the past three months, honestly, you were not that much fun.  You ate, pooped, and slept a lot.  It was starting to get ridiculous.  Now you are smiling and really seem to be entertained by Sara.  Which makes since because she has been entertaining us for some time now.  I was sitting here watching the Reds game and thought we thought the public needed a video of Aubrianna.  So here you go. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336269330086731623-8001547498350090191?l=lunnbun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=97320d8702a4dfa2&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/feeds/8001547498350090191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5336269330086731623&amp;postID=8001547498350090191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/8001547498350090191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/8001547498350090191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/2009/07/aubrianna-at-3-months.html' title='Aubrianna at 3 months'/><author><name>D Lunn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SSoZPEYsFJI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ERFnk79TUhU/S220/Sara%27s+Arrival+Mom%27s+Camera+023.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336269330086731623.post-250845284442336415</id><published>2009-06-28T14:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T14:55:49.221-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Alone</title><content type='html'>Girls,&lt;br /&gt;Mommy took you both to Grandma's house for four days this week.  Ahhhh Home alone.  Mommy left me a list of chores/duties to get done while ya'll were away. &lt;br /&gt;1. Organize Sara and Aubrey's rooms&lt;br /&gt;2. Go to the grocery store&lt;br /&gt;3. By trim and install in the bathroom&lt;br /&gt;4. Organize the downstairs storage room&lt;br /&gt;So I had a job for each day.  On the first day, I cleaned up the house.  Wow, now on the fourth day, it is still clean.  I had forgotten what that was like.  Thanks Sara.  Also on the first day, I went golfing.  Ahhhhh golfing.  I love it.  On the second day, I went to work, and I went golfing.  Ahhhhh golfing.  On the third day, I thought about doing the list, but instead I went golfing.  Finally, on the fourth day, I just had to rest.  Sorry Mommy, but I got jack nothing done on your list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for my girls to come home though.  I hate the emptiness of the house.  I miss the racket Sara makes and the laughing you make when I chase you around the house.  I miss the sounds of Aubrey and the beginnings of smiles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't miss any of the crying though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Daddy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336269330086731623-250845284442336415?l=lunnbun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/feeds/250845284442336415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5336269330086731623&amp;postID=250845284442336415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/250845284442336415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/250845284442336415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/2009/06/home-alone.html' title='Home Alone'/><author><name>D Lunn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SSoZPEYsFJI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ERFnk79TUhU/S220/Sara%27s+Arrival+Mom%27s+Camera+023.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336269330086731623.post-8164203301818438451</id><published>2009-06-16T21:00:00.018-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T21:42:19.141-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry it has been so long</title><content type='html'>So sorry it has been over two weeks since my last blog. It is due to the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;craziness&lt;/span&gt; of the end of the year and the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;craziness&lt;/span&gt; of home. Also over the past couple of weeks we have had visits from Nana, Aunt Shelley, and her boyfriend Johnny. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SjhF7d28fmI/AAAAAAAAAaM/xtuqUHO_j-Y/s1600-h/June+09+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348101445432147554" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SjhF7d28fmI/AAAAAAAAAaM/xtuqUHO_j-Y/s400/June+09+009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was a wonderful weekend full of hugs, kisses, pictures, and eating way too much. Nana just gets a kick out you both. She loves holding Aubrey when she is fussing or quiet and she loves to hold Sara, but Sara rarely stands still long enough to be held.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SjhFsShfjaI/AAAAAAAAAaE/RBLs3vAcM_E/s1600-h/June+09+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348101184691342754" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SjhFsShfjaI/AAAAAAAAAaE/RBLs3vAcM_E/s400/June+09+016.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I just love this picture. Sara you look great in pink. Especially when it is a Reds hat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SjhE-PgGvYI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/sKyGHjoTa5k/s1600-h/June+09+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348100393606233474" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SjhE-PgGvYI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/sKyGHjoTa5k/s400/June+09+030.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We went downtown for KidsFest. Out on Sawyer's Point, we had a picnic. Aubrey, you were alive. This picture captures the facial expression that Mommy is constantly is trying to get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SjhEtI3PVTI/AAAAAAAAAZs/FkoxdUjTVwA/s1600-h/June+09+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348100099766441266" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SjhEtI3PVTI/AAAAAAAAAZs/FkoxdUjTVwA/s400/June+09+040.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sara, this is you your first time in the pool. Mommy was worried that I would just throw you in and "sink or swim." We took it slow. We spent the first 10 minutes with just our feet in the water. It ended with me throwing you up in the air, you laughing the entire time, and me catching you before you went under the water. So much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SjhD-t1GxWI/AAAAAAAAAZc/RWAUDOBifJA/s1600-h/June+09+095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348099302235751778" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SjhD-t1GxWI/AAAAAAAAAZc/RWAUDOBifJA/s400/June+09+095.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The following weekend we went to Holland to visit with Nana, Papa, Aunt Amy, Aunt Shelley, Uncle Rob, and Andy and Sam. We were even able to get together with your good friend Megan. Megan and you were absolutely in love with bubbles. Really who isn't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SjhCpa8jkVI/AAAAAAAAAZE/jTosJlcabHQ/s1600-h/June+09+082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348097836877844818" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SjhCpa8jkVI/AAAAAAAAAZE/jTosJlcabHQ/s400/June+09+082.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just hanging out eating Ritz crackers with your new Hope College Hat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SjhBzoARngI/AAAAAAAAAY0/G9t4BgU82nw/s1600-h/June+09+067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348096912670170626" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SjhBzoARngI/AAAAAAAAAY0/G9t4BgU82nw/s400/June+09+067.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aubrey, this was your first meeting with Great Grandma Dot. She held you for two hours and you loved every second of it. You were both just so content with each other. I love the fact that you got to hang out with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SjhBOaczivI/AAAAAAAAAYs/o_PMPC4_wWE/s1600-h/June+09+091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348096273376578290" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SjhBOaczivI/AAAAAAAAAYs/o_PMPC4_wWE/s400/June+09+091.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Two seconds later, you started crying. I'd cry to if I woke up and saw that grizzly bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SjhArV0SlGI/AAAAAAAAAYc/RMNVqgyWKYQ/s1600-h/June+09+098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348095670837482594" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SjhArV0SlGI/AAAAAAAAAYc/RMNVqgyWKYQ/s400/June+09+098.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; First female professional baseball player? I think so.&lt;br /&gt;Love you both so much, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daddy&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336269330086731623-8164203301818438451?l=lunnbun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/feeds/8164203301818438451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5336269330086731623&amp;postID=8164203301818438451' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/8164203301818438451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/8164203301818438451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/2009/06/sorry-it-has-been-so-long.html' title='Sorry it has been so long'/><author><name>D Lunn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SSoZPEYsFJI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ERFnk79TUhU/S220/Sara%27s+Arrival+Mom%27s+Camera+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SjhF7d28fmI/AAAAAAAAAaM/xtuqUHO_j-Y/s72-c/June+09+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336269330086731623.post-5267584053283420033</id><published>2009-05-25T22:34:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T20:32:17.392-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The winner of the cup is...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/ShtYF8d6pAI/AAAAAAAAAYU/1ImzUpxxzvE/s1600-h/Feb.-May+09+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339958642332050434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/ShtYF8d6pAI/AAAAAAAAAYU/1ImzUpxxzvE/s400/Feb.-May+09+014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Girls,&lt;br /&gt;Your Daddy rocks.  No doubt.  I can't lie.  Last weekend Megan's Daddy came down to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Cincy&lt;/span&gt; for Memorial Day weekend.  Megan's Daddy and I went golfing on Saturday morning.  I wasn't happy about leaving you two for the morning, but at times I just gotta do what I gotta do.  Megan's Daddy bought a trophy for our lifelong matches.  We have had a rivalry, usually won by your daddy, for quite some while.  He thought that he could get into my head with this trophy.  NO DICE NEVADA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/ShtXuyL9iUI/AAAAAAAAAYM/IBdl5ru3xcI/s1600-h/Feb.-May+09+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339958244435396930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/ShtXuyL9iUI/AAAAAAAAAYM/IBdl5ru3xcI/s400/Feb.-May+09+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yes Aubrey I was in awe as well.  Your Daddy just straight up raked Megan's Daddy.  I had a five stroke lead going into the last hold and walked away with a victory by a tight gripping stroke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/ShtXonOQH1I/AAAAAAAAAYE/SinmraGRgkY/s1600-h/Feb.-May+09+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339958138412998482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/ShtXonOQH1I/AAAAAAAAAYE/SinmraGRgkY/s400/Feb.-May+09+003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Axl&lt;/span&gt; even looks good next to the trophy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/ShtXiQKPUsI/AAAAAAAAAX8/72QVctoCy1w/s1600-h/Feb.-May+09+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339958029142938306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/ShtXiQKPUsI/AAAAAAAAAX8/72QVctoCy1w/s400/Feb.-May+09+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sara was pretty jacked up when I told her about my triumph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/ShtXcI3rNrI/AAAAAAAAAX0/YWG_hQixq7k/s1600-h/Feb.-May+09+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339957924106811058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/ShtXcI3rNrI/AAAAAAAAAX0/YWG_hQixq7k/s400/Feb.-May+09+007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On Memorial Day, we along with the Deems and Brown family smoked some butt.  Delicious.  Just take a look at the beautiful meat.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/ShtW5LS6JfI/AAAAAAAAAXs/1C7b4lRU4YA/s1600-h/Feb.-May+09+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339957323462485490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/ShtW5LS6JfI/AAAAAAAAAXs/1C7b4lRU4YA/s400/Feb.-May+09+009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look at that plate of food.  It made the four hours that Greg and I spent smoking the meat well worth it.  You &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;indulged&lt;/span&gt; and have continued to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;indulge&lt;/span&gt; for the past two days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/ShtVqRwznJI/AAAAAAAAAXU/OG38tIa9G44/s1600-h/Feb.-May+09+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339955967988833426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/ShtVqRwznJI/AAAAAAAAAXU/OG38tIa9G44/s400/Feb.-May+09+010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We also tried out our homemade ice cream maker for the first time.  This is actually the first time you have ever had ice cream.  You found it to be a wonderful taste on your tongue.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daddy&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336269330086731623-5267584053283420033?l=lunnbun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/feeds/5267584053283420033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5336269330086731623&amp;postID=5267584053283420033' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/5267584053283420033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/5267584053283420033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/2009/05/winner-of-cup-is.html' title='The winner of the cup is...'/><author><name>D Lunn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SSoZPEYsFJI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ERFnk79TUhU/S220/Sara%27s+Arrival+Mom%27s+Camera+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/ShtYF8d6pAI/AAAAAAAAAYU/1ImzUpxxzvE/s72-c/Feb.-May+09+014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336269330086731623.post-2035359334693500494</id><published>2009-05-17T21:30:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T12:06:54.872-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What have we done to ourselves</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/ShDEPOvnAlI/AAAAAAAAAXM/TMMtZZAd-fQ/s1600-h/Feb.-May+09+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336981324368904786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/ShDEPOvnAlI/AAAAAAAAAXM/TMMtZZAd-fQ/s400/Feb.-May+09+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Don't let this opening picture sway you.  These two girls are becoming a handful.  I'd love to say that I love every moment of parenthood, but sadly or not sadly that would be a lie.  If you want to continue to think that these are two little angels, then you might want to stop reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to start with the youngest.  Aubrey, you grunt like Axl when he has a bone stuck in his throat.  You never look comfortable.  Whenever I hold you, you stretch out as far as possible, flail your arms, and grunt like a baboon.  (I have no idea if baboons grunt).  You just don't seem satisfied...ever.  Your schedule is so out of whack that I don't see how Mommy is still alive.  Last night, I tried to relax on the couch for a couple of hours.  After Mommy 'finished' feeding you, she asked, "Do you want to burp her."  I hate burping you.  You never burp, and I end up spending 10 minutes bumping your back.  The next hour I tried to coax you.  There was no coaxing going on.  I don't understand what you want, and worse I don't think you know.  You are constantly fussy in the evening and it needs to stop.  Now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/ShDDdbz1UvI/AAAAAAAAAXE/l1aU-8hqwqI/s1600-h/Feb.-May+09+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336980468882821874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/ShDDdbz1UvI/AAAAAAAAAXE/l1aU-8hqwqI/s400/Feb.-May+09+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Again, don't let this picture fool you.  Sara, it is now your turn.  What is your deal?  We went to a graduation party at the Whitten's house yesterday.  Lovely house, party, and time.  Why did you feel the need to clutch onto my leg and scream bloody murder?  Why?  Oh&lt;strong&gt;,&lt;/strong&gt; I know why.&lt;strong&gt;    &lt;/strong&gt;But why?  For the next hour, I walked around with a 30 pound child in my arms.  Every time I tried to put you down, scream.  Five minutes before we decided to leave, you got happy.  Thank you very much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/ShDDAnu0mUI/AAAAAAAAAW8/cNjeznidlTE/s1600-h/Feb.-May+09+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336979973866821954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/ShDDAnu0mUI/AAAAAAAAAW8/cNjeznidlTE/s400/Feb.-May+09+014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sara, I'm not done with you.  &lt;em&gt;Oh, by the way the way this is a cute picture&lt;/em&gt;.  Sara, its now bedtime.  And what a lovely time that is.   Last night I took you upstairs for a bath.  Typically a fun time for you.  NOT LAST NIGHT.  I took you out of the bathtub, got some milk, and read a book.  Good time.  Then I put you crib.  Said good night and closed the door. That is when the screaming began.  &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;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/ShDBPQbgIWI/AAAAAAAAAWc/2_wYHzkORx0/s1600-h/Feb.-May+09+015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336978026286555490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/ShDBPQbgIWI/AAAAAAAAAWc/2_wYHzkORx0/s400/Feb.-May+09+015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And continued.  Ten minutes went by and I went in. I told you, "Sara it is night time," in a firm voice.  You continued to scream.  I walked into my bedroom, closed the door, and did a 30 second session of air boxing.  Then I walked back into the bedroom and said, "Sara it is night time."  You continued to scream. I walked out of the room, went downstairs, and told Mommy, "It's either them or me."  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I'm typing this blog the next day, looking at your pictures and it is hard to imagine the frustration I felt last night.  I love you both, I just wish I understood you both. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love Daddy &lt;/div&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;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336269330086731623-2035359334693500494?l=lunnbun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/feeds/2035359334693500494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5336269330086731623&amp;postID=2035359334693500494' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/2035359334693500494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/2035359334693500494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-have-we-done-to-ourselves.html' title='What have we done to ourselves'/><author><name>D Lunn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SSoZPEYsFJI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ERFnk79TUhU/S220/Sara%27s+Arrival+Mom%27s+Camera+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/ShDEPOvnAlI/AAAAAAAAAXM/TMMtZZAd-fQ/s72-c/Feb.-May+09+002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336269330086731623.post-2753532588055599609</id><published>2009-05-10T21:04:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T23:25:41.345-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Girls,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was your first Mother's Day. I'd love to say that you both came out of the gates and rocked Momma. I mean she is your mother, not mine. Yet, I'm making breakfast, paying for lunch, and changing an amazing amout of diapers all so Mommy can have a relaxing day. I mean you gotta step up your game. I've seen what Mommy has gone through to get you two here and you two need to start doing some work. I realize Aubrey, that you are only 6 weeks old, but Sara, you're 15 months old. When are you going to start helping out? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334390682708177346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SgeQECf5ccI/AAAAAAAAAWM/PdwhX96cK14/s400/Feb.-May+09+328.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In all seriousness, it really was a lovely day. Grandma Linda came down to visit for the weekend. She loved on both of you. I've never seen someone so content with just looking at someone. She can stare at both of you for hours. Sunday started with a homemade breakfast, created by yours truly. After a gut-busting breakfast we headed to church. Every Mothers Day, the church brings all of the newborn babies to the front of the church for what is called Rosebud Sunday. It began by walking to the front of the church and watching a video that had pictures of every newborn baby and their family. Sara, here is the good news. When your picture came up, the santuary said, "Ahhhhhhhhhh." The only baby to get that. Aubrey don't take offense to that. You are beautiful too. After the video, the fathers introduced all of the babies. At this point the lights brightened, Sara squirmed, and I started sweating. The introductions went down the line. More sweat. They hand me the mike, "Hi, I'm Dave and this is my wife, Stacy. I'd like to introduce Sara Lyn. She was born on Jan. 27, 2008 and came home on November 21, 2008. And here is...&lt;em&gt;pause...more sweat...&lt;/em&gt;Aubrianna Jane, and she was born on March 2...&lt;em&gt;crap...&lt;/em&gt;30th...&lt;em&gt;more sweat...man it's hot...pass&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; the mike." &lt;/em&gt;Then they handed Mommy a rose and we left the stage. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our day continued with lunch at Unos and naps on the couch. From Daddy's point of view, it was a good day. We finished the evening with a grill out at Aaron and Abbie's house. They invited us over along with their families. It was a fun evening of chasing Sara around and showing off Aubrey. It was also encouraging to see how willing Sara was to play with other people. You weren't clingy; you were a lot of fun for all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334391166819366082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SgeQgN8_9MI/AAAAAAAAAWU/wvet-PWJKVE/s400/Feb.-May+09+331.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought I would have Mommy write you both a note today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Today was a very special day - your daddy did a great job making me feel special. I know neither of you got the idea of Mother's Day, but it still felt wonderful to share today as a family.  It's strange to think about what life was like a year ago. At that time I was waiting and praying for a child who would finally come into our lives. I never thought I'd be a mother of two - let alone the mother of two girls - every time I think about it I can barely wrap my mind around it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When your daddy asked me to write on the blog my first reaction was 'no thanks,' not because I didn't want to write something to my girls, but because I'm not used to writing personal things for everyone to read.  So I hope you'll understand I'm not entirely comfortable with this, but everything I write is still true and from the heart.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Sara - I thank your biological mother today for bringing you into the world so I could have you in my life.  Since you came home, I love every moment of getting to know you. You are such a happy and determined child.  You can spend 45 minutes figuring out how to screw on a lid and bend over laughing pretending to talk on the phone.   I love to watch you explore new things and see the world through your eyes. Since Aubrey was born I've been able to spend more time with you, which has been nice.  It's been a great change to have you come to me more and want to cuddle. You have given me a wonderful Mother's Day - thanks for being in my life and making me smile and laugh every day.  I love you! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Aubrianna - you were a complete surprise. We prayed so long for a child and I had the honor to carry you for 8 months, although at the time it didn't really feel like it. It's been 6 weeks now since I've had you here to hold you. You do a lot of eating, sleeping and pooping. You are so small and I love to hold you, rub my hands in your hair, tickle your feet and hold your hands. I treasure you being here - I never thought I'd have such a tiny baby to hold and love.  It's hard to say much since you're not doing much yet, but every day I feel a stronger connection to you.  Just the fact that you're here is gift enough!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I feel truly blessed to have both of you in my life. It's been a wonderful day!  I love you!  Mom &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good day,&lt;br /&gt;Daddy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336269330086731623-2753532588055599609?l=lunnbun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/feeds/2753532588055599609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5336269330086731623&amp;postID=2753532588055599609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/2753532588055599609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/2753532588055599609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/2009/05/mothers-day.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>D Lunn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SSoZPEYsFJI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ERFnk79TUhU/S220/Sara%27s+Arrival+Mom%27s+Camera+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SgeQECf5ccI/AAAAAAAAAWM/PdwhX96cK14/s72-c/Feb.-May+09+328.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336269330086731623.post-1999144636875498027</id><published>2009-05-03T16:14:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T20:58:25.132-04:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Weeks</title><content type='html'>How quickly five weeks go.  Aubrey, yesterday we went on a walk with your big sister.  All in hopes of giving Mommy a couple of hours sleep.  The walk ended like so many of our walks...hanging out with Addison and Rilan.  Addison's grandmother and grandfather were in town, for a huge volleyball tournament.  Addison's grandmother mentioned about the amount of change she saw in you.  I guess I didn't notice.  It's hard to notice the changes when I see you everyday, but today while I held you in church, your hair is getting so long.  You are on your way to your first fro.    &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/Sf38R5orkEI/AAAAAAAAAV8/GvIhNNs6kLQ/s1600-h/Aubrey%27s+first+couple+of+weeks+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331694918335959106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/Sf38R5orkEI/AAAAAAAAAV8/GvIhNNs6kLQ/s400/Aubrey%27s+first+couple+of+weeks+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Last night, Mommy had a great night.  She got a whole 4.5 hours of straight sleep.  Daddy on the other hand only got a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;handful&lt;/span&gt; of hours.  That was due to After Prom.  How great is this picture.  I didn't get much sleep, but I did enjoy the time spent.  Sara's not as good at cuddly time.  She's too busy.  Lots to see, look at, and get into.  You and I have many more months of cuddly time.  I hope these are the times that I remember forever.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/Sf38Lp9OmDI/AAAAAAAAAV0/iZhMNaWWIiE/s1600-h/Aubrey%27s+first+couple+of+weeks+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331694811047958578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/Sf38Lp9OmDI/AAAAAAAAAV0/iZhMNaWWIiE/s400/Aubrey%27s+first+couple+of+weeks+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                    Sara's Rap Name: G Master Funk. Step Off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/Sf38Ehjhn4I/AAAAAAAAAVs/YD5leoca8dc/s1600-h/Aubrey%27s+first+couple+of+weeks+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331694688533585794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/Sf38Ehjhn4I/AAAAAAAAAVs/YD5leoca8dc/s400/Aubrey%27s+first+couple+of+weeks+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                    I love food pics.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Spaghetti&lt;/span&gt; night=bath night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/Sf37-uNZz-I/AAAAAAAAAVk/ciRo6jBrVdA/s1600-h/Aubrey+5+weeks+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331694588851245026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/Sf37-uNZz-I/AAAAAAAAAVk/ciRo6jBrVdA/s400/Aubrey+5+weeks+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                Up close and personal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/Sf375ufw5DI/AAAAAAAAAVc/5dwvLXe07KU/s1600-h/Aubrey+5+weeks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331694503028909106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/Sf375ufw5DI/AAAAAAAAAVc/5dwvLXe07KU/s400/Aubrey+5+weeks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I didn't realize until after I put this on the blog, but does Aubrey have something to say?  Is she seriously flipping me off?  After all I have done for her.  We thought Sara was the strong-willed child. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/Sf371gn63uI/AAAAAAAAAVU/6zAm6W2h2wA/s1600-h/Aubrey%27s+first+couple+of+weeks+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331694430585544418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/Sf371gn63uI/AAAAAAAAAVU/6zAm6W2h2wA/s400/Aubrey%27s+first+couple+of+weeks+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Finally, Brian was able to meet and hold Aubrey for the first time.  No doubt he was smitten.  He like so many said that we have to hold onto this precious time because soon you will be running, jumping, and falling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/Sf37uuYDSPI/AAAAAAAAAVM/FgL6LMcMKvU/s1600-h/Aubrey%27s+first+couple+of+weeks+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331694314017999090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/Sf37uuYDSPI/AAAAAAAAAVM/FgL6LMcMKvU/s400/Aubrey%27s+first+couple+of+weeks+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our former neighbors, but not former friends also came down for a visit.  Abigail and Luke got to meet you.  It was more fun for your big sister, but it was cool to see Abigail hold you.  Everyone who meets you comments on your hair.  I, like so many things, take it for granted, but parents whose babies have no hair apparently don't.  You do have beautiful hair.  Kinda boyish, but we will work on that.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love Daddy &lt;br /&gt;&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;/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/5336269330086731623-1999144636875498027?l=lunnbun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/feeds/1999144636875498027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5336269330086731623&amp;postID=1999144636875498027' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/1999144636875498027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/1999144636875498027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/2009/05/5-weeks.html' title='5 Weeks'/><author><name>D Lunn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SSoZPEYsFJI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ERFnk79TUhU/S220/Sara%27s+Arrival+Mom%27s+Camera+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/Sf38R5orkEI/AAAAAAAAAV8/GvIhNNs6kLQ/s72-c/Aubrey%27s+first+couple+of+weeks+012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336269330086731623.post-934642537820854551</id><published>2009-04-24T22:08:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T22:32:22.727-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Pics</title><content type='html'>It has been a crazy few weeks, and I have been unable to update the blog.  We have of course had a busy couple of weeks.  Aubrey, we just can't believe you are almost a month old.  I wonder if there will ever be a day in which you are not "swimming in your clothes."  Here are some pics over the past few weeks of our lives. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SfJz2rDhXrI/AAAAAAAAAU0/QUIoEBo3JoU/s1600-h/April+2009+086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SfJz2rDhXrI/AAAAAAAAAU0/QUIoEBo3JoU/s400/April+2009+086.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328448692240342706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                   Absolutely swimming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SfJzkQqK5iI/AAAAAAAAAUs/5m--zAJHMQY/s1600-h/April+2009+096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SfJzkQqK5iI/AAAAAAAAAUs/5m--zAJHMQY/s400/April+2009+096.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328448375917045282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm sorry, but Sara, you just have the best smile.  I love seeing it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SfJzWWVG_cI/AAAAAAAAAUk/Kkkx5tj-5t8/s1600-h/April+2009+076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SfJzWWVG_cI/AAAAAAAAAUk/Kkkx5tj-5t8/s400/April+2009+076.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328448136921152962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SfJzKjoTDeI/AAAAAAAAAUc/BVlPllMwsfU/s1600-h/April+2009+048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SfJzKjoTDeI/AAAAAAAAAUc/BVlPllMwsfU/s400/April+2009+048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328447934332866018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hunting for Easter eggs.  As you can see, we spent a lot of time hiding them.  I took them and basically &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;chunked&lt;/span&gt; them out into the front yard.  Sara picked them up and I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;chunked&lt;/span&gt; them again.  We both had fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SfJx6kpVJCI/AAAAAAAAAUM/Kan8P9yDEbY/s1600-h/April+2009+035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SfJx6kpVJCI/AAAAAAAAAUM/Kan8P9yDEbY/s400/April+2009+035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328446560216097826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You and your sister looked absolutely darling in your Easter outfits.  Ya'll were the two cutest kids at church that Sunday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SfJxb60yeGI/AAAAAAAAAT8/RnHiMI6O6L8/s1600-h/April+2009+041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SfJxb60yeGI/AAAAAAAAAT8/RnHiMI6O6L8/s400/April+2009+041.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328446033593792610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SfJxyOlhjUI/AAAAAAAAAUE/JmJmjRiWVjk/s1600-h/April+2009+026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SfJxyOlhjUI/AAAAAAAAAUE/JmJmjRiWVjk/s400/April+2009+026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328446416855600450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                            Bath time = Fun time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SfJxOi-aV6I/AAAAAAAAAT0/bI_tfWGak5A/s1600-h/April+2009+100.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336269330086731623-934642537820854551?l=lunnbun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/feeds/934642537820854551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5336269330086731623&amp;postID=934642537820854551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/934642537820854551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/934642537820854551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/2009/04/new-pics.html' title='New Pics'/><author><name>D Lunn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SSoZPEYsFJI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ERFnk79TUhU/S220/Sara%27s+Arrival+Mom%27s+Camera+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SfJz2rDhXrI/AAAAAAAAAU0/QUIoEBo3JoU/s72-c/April+2009+086.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336269330086731623.post-6591689468826976924</id><published>2009-04-19T22:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T22:52:41.983-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Poop/No sleep</title><content type='html'>What is going on here?   After church we all went to the Olive Garden.  The plate came.  It was hot and steamy.  The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lasagna&lt;/span&gt; looked mouth watering.  As I took my first bite, Aubrey started fussing.  All the while Sara was getting more and more worked up.  Of course our waiter screwed up and brought here the wrong meal.  So we waited.  The kids got more and more worked up.  After a couple of heavenly bites, I picked Aubrey up out of her bucket seat.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;, for some reason my arm was wet after I picked her up.  Poop.  Poop eased out of her diaper.  I took Aubrey to the bathroom to clean her up.  Long story short.  My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lasagna&lt;/span&gt; was cold by my third bite. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight.  Sara has been crying on and off for the past three hours.  It's now 11pm and I'm teaching &lt;em&gt;Julius Caesar&lt;/em&gt; tomorrow.  Yeah me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Daddy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336269330086731623-6591689468826976924?l=lunnbun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/feeds/6591689468826976924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5336269330086731623&amp;postID=6591689468826976924' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/6591689468826976924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/6591689468826976924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/2009/04/poopno-sleep.html' title='Poop/No sleep'/><author><name>D Lunn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SSoZPEYsFJI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ERFnk79TUhU/S220/Sara%27s+Arrival+Mom%27s+Camera+023.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336269330086731623.post-2180313136350850924</id><published>2009-04-11T22:24:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T22:59:28.077-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Aubrey's First Week</title><content type='html'>Aubrey, it is fantastic to have you home. As was said in, &lt;em&gt;Raising Arizona, &lt;/em&gt;"We got ourselves here a family." Yes we do. I didn't know it would have so many women and little girls in it but I'm thankful everyday for my girls.  My girls are remarkable.  You have not had to deal with the adjustment of living in a new environment, but your big sister has had to.  Luckily she is in high possession of patience and giving.   &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SeFVNRSdSII/AAAAAAAAATs/vA_ZZNtAlU8/s1600-h/Aubrey%27s+first+couple+of+weeks+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323629920996116610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SeFVNRSdSII/AAAAAAAAATs/vA_ZZNtAlU8/s400/Aubrey%27s+first+couple+of+weeks+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sara, you have a step stool next to baby sister's pack n' play.  Everyday you waddle/walk over there and check on your baby sister.  We are trying to teach you to be gentle, but this is an attribute you have not quite mastered.  It is really cute to see you peer in on your sister while she sleeps and poops. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SeFU3RhqAKI/AAAAAAAAATk/EIdq4hoaUTg/s1600-h/Aubrey%27s+first+couple+of+weeks+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323629543102742690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SeFU3RhqAKI/AAAAAAAAATk/EIdq4hoaUTg/s400/Aubrey%27s+first+couple+of+weeks+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here are two photos of Aubrey having her first bath.  Much like her older sister, she hated it.  So sad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SeFUdrtsnUI/AAAAAAAAATc/azwrEFcwvSA/s1600-h/Aubrey%27s+first+couple+of+weeks+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323629103455968578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SeFUdrtsnUI/AAAAAAAAATc/azwrEFcwvSA/s400/Aubrey%27s+first+couple+of+weeks+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                         (Up close on the pain that was Aubrey's first bath.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SeFUCLHSQNI/AAAAAAAAATU/9KrtGEW6u4o/s1600-h/Aubrey%27s+first+couple+of+weeks+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323628630848454866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SeFUCLHSQNI/AAAAAAAAATU/9KrtGEW6u4o/s400/Aubrey%27s+first+couple+of+weeks+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nana's first visit.  She spent hours watching you.  I'm not sure what she was expecting to see you do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SeFTsfmJOnI/AAAAAAAAATM/28oz0bI3Gr8/s1600-h/Aubrey%27s+first+couple+of+weeks+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323628258389473906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SeFTsfmJOnI/AAAAAAAAATM/28oz0bI3Gr8/s400/Aubrey%27s+first+couple+of+weeks+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                               (Fast asleep in Mommy's arms.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SeFTXy57_-I/AAAAAAAAATE/k3H-S3Jmtv4/s1600-h/Aubrey%27s+first+couple+of+weeks+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323627902795513826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SeFTXy57_-I/AAAAAAAAATE/k3H-S3Jmtv4/s400/Aubrey%27s+first+couple+of+weeks+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                              (The first time you sucked your thumb.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It really has been a fantastic first week.  Sara, you have adjusted like you adjust to everything.  You take everything in stride.  Mommy and I should really be punished because of the amount of changes that have been forced on you.  Over the past two weeks, you have been trying to talk.  You have been more vocal than at any point in your life.  We just sit back and enjoy the show.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm finding this difficult to be fair.  It is much more difficult with two children, but I'm going to do the best that I can. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love Daddy&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;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336269330086731623-2180313136350850924?l=lunnbun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/feeds/2180313136350850924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5336269330086731623&amp;postID=2180313136350850924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/2180313136350850924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/2180313136350850924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/2009/04/aubreys-first-week.html' title='Aubrey&apos;s First Week'/><author><name>D Lunn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SSoZPEYsFJI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ERFnk79TUhU/S220/Sara%27s+Arrival+Mom%27s+Camera+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SeFVNRSdSII/AAAAAAAAATs/vA_ZZNtAlU8/s72-c/Aubrey%27s+first+couple+of+weeks+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336269330086731623.post-6856620054210043570</id><published>2009-04-07T14:41:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T21:56:32.806-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy</title><content type='html'>Sara Lyn,&lt;br /&gt;You are driving me crazy. For the past hour you have gotten into or tried to get into, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Axl's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; food, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Axl's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; water...(you dipped one of your shoes in his water...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;cereal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; cupboard, the toilet...a couple of times..., every drawer in the bathroom, Mommy's pump, all of her diabetes tools, the cabinet under both sinks, the books in our bedroom, and your favorite...the diaper bag. All of this was going on as I was trying to straighten the house. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... That is not a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; out of joking or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;jollity&lt;/span&gt;. It is out of frustration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just now put you down for your afternoon nap. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Every time&lt;/span&gt; you go down for a nap, it is followed by 20 minutes of screaming. This time...I lasted 30 seconds before I walked back into your bedroom and firmly said, "SARA LYN GO NIGHT NIGHT."&lt;br /&gt;This was followed by your response of "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;AGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was then followed two minutes later by me yelling from another room, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;SARAAAAAAAA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was then followed by Mommy saying, "Dave go relax." So here I am...relaxing or venting. All the while I hear "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;AGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;," from up stairs. Call it what you will, but you are driving me crazy today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still love you though,&lt;br /&gt;Daddy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336269330086731623-6856620054210043570?l=lunnbun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/feeds/6856620054210043570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5336269330086731623&amp;postID=6856620054210043570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/6856620054210043570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/6856620054210043570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/2009/04/crazy.html' title='Crazy'/><author><name>D Lunn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SSoZPEYsFJI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ERFnk79TUhU/S220/Sara%27s+Arrival+Mom%27s+Camera+023.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336269330086731623.post-3676221170450122783</id><published>2009-04-05T19:53:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T20:00:05.705-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 7</title><content type='html'>I'd love to say that on the 7th day, Mommy and Daddy rested, but yet again that would be a lie.  There was little to  no rest in the Lunn household today.  Aubrey, apparently you are a noisy sleeper.  Also, apparently you are on Korean time.  Last night at 4:30am, I thought I would give Mommy a break.  So I took you down to the living room and flipped on a rerun of &lt;em&gt;Roseanne&lt;/em&gt;.  That show was funny at the beginning, but man were the later episodes terrible.  Again, at 4:30am I looked down and two big blue beautiful eyes were staring up at me.  Aubrey, our 4:30am is your 4:30pm...or whatever.  You don't give a rip about time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the day was great.  You got to know the lay of the land.  You saw the kitchen, dining room, and living room.  You also got to know your sister.  Your sister got a stool to stand on so that she can observe you while you sleep.  Your sister was funny today.  She kissed you, kinda hugged you, and petted you like she would Axl.   All in all, a great day. But honestly...she was more infatuated with a straw sippy cup thingy that she got.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, you met Aunt Amy, Andy, and Sam today over skype.  You were a hit.  Of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Daddy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336269330086731623-3676221170450122783?l=lunnbun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/feeds/3676221170450122783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5336269330086731623&amp;postID=3676221170450122783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/3676221170450122783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/3676221170450122783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/2009/04/day-7.html' title='Day 7'/><author><name>D Lunn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SSoZPEYsFJI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ERFnk79TUhU/S220/Sara%27s+Arrival+Mom%27s+Camera+023.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336269330086731623.post-2726522511377349763</id><published>2009-04-04T22:12:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T22:51:27.223-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 6 Home Sweet Home</title><content type='html'>Aubrianna and Sara, &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After 5 days spent in the hospital, Aubrey, you are finally home. I'd love to say that your big sister welcomed you with opened arms, but that just wouldn't the truth. I'm expecting it to be a difficult transition for her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The day started with terrible news.  We were told your jaundice number had gone up.  An hour later they determined that it was not you...it was the blood test and in fact you had gone down some.  They took off all of the blankets and lights.  At 5:30pm, the nurse came in with the best news we had heard in five days, "You are going home." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321029560438541090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SdgYMXVKyyI/AAAAAAAAASc/lgnpPPBywyo/s400/Aubrey%27s+Arrival+r.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Sadly, this was not the welcoming committee.  Mrs. Emilee and Mr Greg were having a party, but they all came over and ohhed and ahhhed over you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321030055076967330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SdgYpKAKM6I/AAAAAAAAASk/SKnUGbbQ9Go/s400/Aubrey%27s+Arrival+s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321030518356549122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SdgZEH2nngI/AAAAAAAAASs/lyrv0xzzpuE/s400/Aubrey%27s+Arrival+v.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321030939400901522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SdgZcoXak5I/AAAAAAAAAS0/FRJFjO_w1ws/s400/Aubrey%27s+Arrival+x.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Mommy and the two girls.  We are so very blessed.  &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321031373770625122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SdgZ16hOkGI/AAAAAAAAAS8/K0wLYPJ8wI0/s400/Aubrey%27s+Arrival+z.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Aubrey, this is your first night in your new home.  You are absolutely swimming in your clothes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's so good to have you home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love Daddy&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/5336269330086731623-2726522511377349763?l=lunnbun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/feeds/2726522511377349763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5336269330086731623&amp;postID=2726522511377349763' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/2726522511377349763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/2726522511377349763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/2009/04/day-6-home-sweet-home.html' title='Day 6 Home Sweet Home'/><author><name>D Lunn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SSoZPEYsFJI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ERFnk79TUhU/S220/Sara%27s+Arrival+Mom%27s+Camera+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SdgYMXVKyyI/AAAAAAAAASc/lgnpPPBywyo/s72-c/Aubrey%27s+Arrival+r.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336269330086731623.post-9076670945503208299</id><published>2009-04-03T21:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T21:42:05.096-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 5</title><content type='html'>Aubrey,&lt;br /&gt;I'd love to say that today was and eventful day.  I'd love to say that it was a fun day.  I'd love to say that you that we brought you home today.   But sadly, it was the same as yesterday.  When I arrived at the hospital, Mommy was informed that your number had gone up.  Your jaundice was going in the wrong direction.  The doctor came in and informed us that the earliest you were going home would be Saturday evening.  Hopefully, when I get to the hospital tomorrow, you will be lower and only on the blanket. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea how Mommy is doing it.  She has been with you the entire time.  Today was the first day that she left the room.  Amazing.  I come home every night, but yet she is by your side at all times.  Today, at 3pm, I could not take it any longer.  I put my head in the crevice of the chair and yelled out, "I CAN'T TAKE IT!!!!!!!!!!!"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joy and Paula, stopped by a couple of hours later.  It was like a breath of fresh air.  It was great to talk to someone else.  &lt;em&gt;No offense Mommy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot the camera at home today...hence no photos today.  But really what is the point.  You sat in an incubator the entire day.  It looked like you were spending a day at the beach. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Daddy&lt;br /&gt;PS: Sara, I spent two minutes with you today.  I hate days like this.  You spent the day with Grandma Linda.  She raved about how great you were today.  Apparently you two played a game in which you took off your socks and threw them behind the couch.  Grandma would jokingly yell, "Nooooooo."  This was typically followed by a "belly laugh."  You have the best "belly laugh."  I hate the fact that I missed your "belly laugh" today.  Maybe tomorrow you can show baby sister your "belly laugh."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336269330086731623-9076670945503208299?l=lunnbun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/feeds/9076670945503208299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5336269330086731623&amp;postID=9076670945503208299' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/9076670945503208299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/9076670945503208299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/2009/04/day-5.html' title='Day 5'/><author><name>D Lunn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SSoZPEYsFJI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ERFnk79TUhU/S220/Sara%27s+Arrival+Mom%27s+Camera+023.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336269330086731623.post-1871647070221900698</id><published>2009-04-02T21:47:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T22:20:35.080-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 4</title><content type='html'>Today started with blood work. It is a good thing you can't walk; your feet are covered with bandages and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;guazes&lt;/span&gt; because of all of the shots you have had to have. It has been a rough four days for you.  Luckily, you will never remember any of this. When I arrived at the hospital with Sara Lyn, you and Mommy were moving to a new room. They had an influx of babies born. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ya'll&lt;/span&gt; had to move from a nice big double room to a closet/room. We do feel lucky just having a room though. The hospital has treated us so well. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320281708181977026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SdVwBokx98I/AAAAAAAAASU/jfn6ezfOBl8/s400/Aubrey%27s+Arrival+Day4+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At this point in your life, you had lights on top and on bottom of you. You apparently need the vitamin D that comes from the light. Sunlight gives this to you naturally, but in the world today we use manufactured sunlight. The funny thing about this was when they put you next to the window, and they closed the blinds. They said that it was too much light. Hilarious. The real sunlight was too much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320281303524535010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SdVvqFG7auI/AAAAAAAAASM/aMJ6VKJRkVE/s400/Aubrey%27s+Arrival+Day+4+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I spent most of the day with Sara Lyn. We spent time outside, swinging on the swing, taking walks, and blowing bubbles. In the evening, I went back to the hospital to visit with Mommy and to see you. You were still in your incubator, but you looked better. Your second blood work came back right on the border. The doctor decided to take you off of the head light and just keep the back light on you. I'm praying that you will see your home tomorrow.  Hopefully you come down a little tonight and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; not up.  I hardly know you, but I love you so much.  Daddy.  &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320280971833391458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SdVvWxdmOWI/AAAAAAAAASE/8TIkWFPaoO4/s400/Aubrey+Arrival++Day+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: This is a photo of Mommy breast feeding with your back light on.  It almost looks like ET.  ET Phone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Homeeeeeeeeeee&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336269330086731623-1871647070221900698?l=lunnbun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/feeds/1871647070221900698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5336269330086731623&amp;postID=1871647070221900698' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/1871647070221900698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/1871647070221900698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/2009/04/day-4.html' title='Day 4'/><author><name>D Lunn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SSoZPEYsFJI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ERFnk79TUhU/S220/Sara%27s+Arrival+Mom%27s+Camera+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SdVwBokx98I/AAAAAAAAASU/jfn6ezfOBl8/s72-c/Aubrey%27s+Arrival+Day4+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336269330086731623.post-7186633761398745158</id><published>2009-04-01T21:35:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T22:34:14.096-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 3</title><content type='html'>Day three went from bad to worse. First thing this morning, the nurses noticed a difference in your skin color, so they tested you for jaundice. This basically means that your kidneys are not fully working. It is a common problem that can be fixed by sunlight. Weird huh... &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319902080893539426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SdQWwauFVGI/AAAAAAAAARk/ReceNpTtM70/s400/Aubrey%27s+Arrival+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Notice in the picture above, the glow coming from you neck. The first way to get rid of jaundice was to put a light on your back. In all actuality most of the day was not bad, because we could hold you, feed you, and love you. Most of the day was fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SdQXE9ga7CI/AAAAAAAAARs/-35Kctmi2HY/s1600-h/Aubrey%27s+Arrival+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319902433828858914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SdQXE9ga7CI/AAAAAAAAARs/-35Kctmi2HY/s400/Aubrey%27s+Arrival+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sara shared her sweet glasses with you. You two are going to be sharing lots of things. It's great how well you two share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319902764873127106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SdQXYOvhlMI/AAAAAAAAAR0/HSa4aV5l45s/s400/Aubrey%27s+Arrival+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Throughout the day, we knew there was a good chance that we would not be bringing you home.  Sure enough after the blood test at 4pm, the nurse came in with the news that yes we were not going to be bringing you home.  Your jaundice level had gone from 12.4 to 14.6.  The most important number there is .6.  If you were under 14, then we would have been bringing you home.  I was rather depressed about the news.  On top of not being able to bring you home, our time of holding and loving you was over.  You needed to have lights on both the top and bottom of you.  Notice the incubator.  You were not a fan of the incubator.  You love the security of being wrapped tight, but in the incubator that is impossible.  You cried and cried.  Constantly, you tried to take the blinders off of your eyes, which is dangerous because the strength of the light can be dangerous to the eyes.  Mommy stayed with you throughout the night.  Hopefully, you will be coming home tomorrow.  I just want to get a picture of the entire family out by our stork balloon that is tied to the mailbox.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daddy&lt;br /&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/5336269330086731623-7186633761398745158?l=lunnbun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/feeds/7186633761398745158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5336269330086731623&amp;postID=7186633761398745158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/7186633761398745158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/7186633761398745158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/2009/04/day-3.html' title='Day 3'/><author><name>D Lunn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SSoZPEYsFJI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ERFnk79TUhU/S220/Sara%27s+Arrival+Mom%27s+Camera+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SdQWwauFVGI/AAAAAAAAARk/ReceNpTtM70/s72-c/Aubrey%27s+Arrival+021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336269330086731623.post-7056177052705726628</id><published>2009-04-01T20:55:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T21:57:17.783-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Two</title><content type='html'>Girls, &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was quite a day for the both of you. Sara, you met Aubrey for the first time. Your reaction was priceless. Upon entering the room, you raised both arms towards Mommy. You didn't react to Aubrey, because you were so excited about seeing Mommy. I put you on Mommy's lap, and she introduced you to your brand new little sister. You took a glance, then quickly raised your arms towards me. So I picked you up, and you put your arms towards Mommy. This went on for quite a while. For whatever reason, this is your favorite game. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319900728289208402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SdQVhr4FKFI/AAAAAAAAARM/Cp9Lj7PZeuc/s400/Aubrey%27s+Arrival+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;A little while later, the nurse came in and took Aubrey from Mommy's arms. She put her&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt; in the bas&lt;/span&gt;sonnette. When Aubrey started to cry, sh&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;e cries e&lt;/span&gt;verytime her diaper gets changed, you all of a sudden noticed this little being. You, while sitting in my arms, looked on at your baby sister with a complete dumbfounded look. You stared for a good two minutes. Your chin nearly hit the floor as you observed her wailing.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt; Saliva&lt;/span&gt; drooped from your chin as your sister continued to scream. Then you forgot about her and got back to you 14 month selfish ways. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319901167115684338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SdQV7OodyfI/AAAAAAAAARU/NxGsWXjyyw4/s400/Aubrey%27s+Arrival+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aubrey, your day &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;was sp&lt;/span&gt;ent being proded, poked, and pulled. We spent the day sitting in the room, as nurse after nurse came in to see you. You were checked for every kind of illness possible to man. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319901577462262674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SdQWTHStq5I/AAAAAAAAARc/20WK2QJsBEI/s400/Aubrey%27s+Arrival+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;You made it through like a champ. You even made it through the first changing done by your Daddy. Your poop was like black tar. Nasty!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Daddy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336269330086731623-7056177052705726628?l=lunnbun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/feeds/7056177052705726628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5336269330086731623&amp;postID=7056177052705726628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/7056177052705726628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/7056177052705726628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/2009/04/day-two.html' title='Day Two'/><author><name>D Lunn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SSoZPEYsFJI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ERFnk79TUhU/S220/Sara%27s+Arrival+Mom%27s+Camera+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SdQVhr4FKFI/AAAAAAAAARM/Cp9Lj7PZeuc/s72-c/Aubrey%27s+Arrival+018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336269330086731623.post-358750212267469802</id><published>2009-03-30T20:46:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T21:03:55.246-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The arrival of Aubrianna Jane</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Sara Lyn, you finally got a little sister!!!  I'm officially outnumbered.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-2a62841c860a3b21" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2a62841c860a3b21%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330377450%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D829D2A1B0BF0CA1E13F5A132E952E1E94731663.2B4D06E643FD2937A0215CC2F120FE4C824A6E25%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2a62841c860a3b21%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DAhjI3ge4CK7vVk9ha6nFFf2Alwg&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2a62841c860a3b21%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330377450%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D829D2A1B0BF0CA1E13F5A132E952E1E94731663.2B4D06E643FD2937A0215CC2F120FE4C824A6E25%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2a62841c860a3b21%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DAhjI3ge4CK7vVk9ha6nFFf2Alwg&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had two perfect days in my life. The first perfect day was November 21, 2008, and now the second is March 30, 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SdFpe27W0AI/AAAAAAAAARA/0kqz3R2f78A/s1600-h/Aubrey%27s+Arrival+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319148613762732034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SdFpe27W0AI/AAAAAAAAARA/0kqz3R2f78A/s400/Aubrey%27s+Arrival+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mommy's labor was long, difficult, and painful...at times. The morning was long and boring. We sat around, talked, waited for Grandma Linda to show up, and watch Jerry Springer. The time couldn't go fast enough. The action really got started around noon. The nurse checked and it was "GO TIME."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SdFpSnA-4AI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/4wSDJG2vPjw/s1600-h/Aubrey%27s+Arrival+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319148403332931586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SdFpSnA-4AI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/4wSDJG2vPjw/s400/Aubrey%27s+Arrival+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shortly into the "real labor" the doctor had me look and we could see Aubrey's black hair. That was the first part of the amazing adventure we were beginning. I've never seen Mommy work so hard. She worked for two hours, pushing you out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SdFosxztDBI/AAAAAAAAAQw/hHO78CskBs4/s1600-h/Aubrey%27s+Arrival+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319147753394998290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SdFosxztDBI/AAAAAAAAAQw/hHO78CskBs4/s400/Aubrey%27s+Arrival+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At 2:17pm, we were given our second miracle of our lives. Despite the fact that both Mommy and me thought we were getting a boy, a&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt; beautifu&lt;/span&gt;l litt&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;le g&lt;/span&gt;irl entered&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt; ou&lt;/span&gt;r lives. Aubrianna Jane Lunn was 7lbs 5ozs at birth. It was a truly miraculous day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336269330086731623-358750212267469802?l=lunnbun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=2a62841c860a3b21&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/feeds/358750212267469802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5336269330086731623&amp;postID=358750212267469802' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/358750212267469802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/358750212267469802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/2009/03/arrival-of-aubrianna-jane.html' title='The arrival of Aubrianna Jane'/><author><name>D Lunn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SSoZPEYsFJI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ERFnk79TUhU/S220/Sara%27s+Arrival+Mom%27s+Camera+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SdFpe27W0AI/AAAAAAAAARA/0kqz3R2f78A/s72-c/Aubrey%27s+Arrival+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336269330086731623.post-6012445286082983087</id><published>2009-03-21T21:05:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T21:13:02.728-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mixed Pics from the day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/ScWPydhF27I/AAAAAAAAAQI/tq3YhPIHuc4/s1600-h/March+09+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315813032260393906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/ScWPydhF27I/AAAAAAAAAQI/tq3YhPIHuc4/s400/March+09+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mommy and you came and watch me coach my freshmen baseball team at Anderson.  You are such a baseball fan.  I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/ScWPoGwqx5I/AAAAAAAAAQA/Tc7SMvwz_O4/s1600-h/March+09+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315812854353020818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/ScWPoGwqx5I/AAAAAAAAAQA/Tc7SMvwz_O4/s400/March+09+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nana took this picture of us.  It is one of my favorite times of the day.  I love it now because I just have to say, "Sara get a book."  Then, you waddle over to your bookshelf, grab the first book you see, bring it over to me, and plop down in my lap.  Sometimes you allow me to finish reading, and sometimes you just get right back up and grab another book. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/ScWPBUVnTxI/AAAAAAAAAP4/GAGg2ok6zoc/s1600-h/March+09+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315812187982745362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/ScWPBUVnTxI/AAAAAAAAAP4/GAGg2ok6zoc/s400/March+09+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/5336269330086731623-6012445286082983087?l=lunnbun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/feeds/6012445286082983087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5336269330086731623&amp;postID=6012445286082983087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/6012445286082983087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/6012445286082983087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/2009/03/mixed-pics-from-day.html' title='Mixed Pics from the day'/><author><name>D Lunn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SSoZPEYsFJI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ERFnk79TUhU/S220/Sara%27s+Arrival+Mom%27s+Camera+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/ScWPydhF27I/AAAAAAAAAQI/tq3YhPIHuc4/s72-c/March+09+016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336269330086731623.post-3819179362613143216</id><published>2009-03-21T20:20:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T21:16:22.256-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Skype</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-6d9d721c001f0dd6" 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://v8.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6d9d721c001f0dd6%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330377450%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1461CAFE17C57F0E2FF5F7763269BAD8ED88053A.85A2B76D2728C1802D10A05E53BC673DF13B4CA5%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6d9d721c001f0dd6%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DYZfq2dKjTr_phCQxR3CsOk5Q28k&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://v8.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6d9d721c001f0dd6%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330377450%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1461CAFE17C57F0E2FF5F7763269BAD8ED88053A.85A2B76D2728C1802D10A05E53BC673DF13B4CA5%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6d9d721c001f0dd6%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DYZfq2dKjTr_phCQxR3CsOk5Q28k&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;You met Aunt Shelley for the first time today. She bought a new computer last weekend that had a camera and with her new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Skype&lt;/span&gt; account we were able to talk to her. You were in rare form. For whatever reason you decided to show off in front of your aunt. You walked around, jabbered on the phone, and laughed. In fact at one point, you even called Papa and he listened to you. He of course expected one of us to get on the phone, but that did not happen. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315809373959224146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/ScWMdhSH-1I/AAAAAAAAAPo/Y6kBbLs9n8E/s400/March+09+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315809599813111682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/ScWMqqp4z4I/AAAAAAAAAPw/kIC2ppnLRg8/s400/March+09+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Aunt Shelley is thrilled to have the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;capabilities&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Skype&lt;/span&gt;. We will be calling her ever couple of weeks. We can't wait until this summer because she will be moving from Spokane, WA to Chicago, IL. Can't wait. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315814558511373618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/ScWRLTPrnTI/AAAAAAAAAQY/3Pl7RXLWb0w/s400/March+09+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;We took the computer everywhere.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Love Daddy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336269330086731623-3819179362613143216?l=lunnbun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=6d9d721c001f0dd6&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/feeds/3819179362613143216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5336269330086731623&amp;postID=3819179362613143216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/3819179362613143216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/3819179362613143216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/2009/03/skype.html' title='Skype'/><author><name>D Lunn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SSoZPEYsFJI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ERFnk79TUhU/S220/Sara%27s+Arrival+Mom%27s+Camera+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/ScWMdhSH-1I/AAAAAAAAAPo/Y6kBbLs9n8E/s72-c/March+09+020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336269330086731623.post-1195238161780659220</id><published>2009-03-20T21:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T21:57:52.852-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Graeters</title><content type='html'>Dear Sara,&lt;br /&gt;Tonight we went to one of my favorite Cincinnati hot spots, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Graeters&lt;/span&gt;.  Whenever Nana is in town, we head over there.  She claims that Buckeye Blitz is the best ice cream ever.   As we were sitting there, enjoying our ice cream, a family came in with two children that looked oddly like you.  They had a five year old and a seven year old, both kids cute as a button.  We started talking to them about their children, who were both from China, and about our experience in getting you.  The father started the question, "When did she come home?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a perfect way to describe it.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The conversation brought back the memories of November 21 and how different our lives are.  Mommy and I feel like you are such a blessing to our lives.  It feels like you have done more for us, than we are doing for you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you&lt;br /&gt;Daddy&lt;br /&gt;PS: Lately you have been crying whenever Mommy or anyone else holds you other than Daddy.  Between the two of us, this is great, but you might want to start faking it with Mommy and Nana.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336269330086731623-1195238161780659220?l=lunnbun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/feeds/1195238161780659220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5336269330086731623&amp;postID=1195238161780659220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/1195238161780659220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/1195238161780659220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/2009/03/graeters.html' title='Graeters'/><author><name>D Lunn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SSoZPEYsFJI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ERFnk79TUhU/S220/Sara%27s+Arrival+Mom%27s+Camera+023.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336269330086731623.post-3903960090152079646</id><published>2009-03-15T11:50:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T11:53:11.217-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cuddly</title><content type='html'>Sara,&lt;br /&gt;This morning, instead of going to church, the two of us stayed home.  It seems like you are coming down with something, and your nose was extremely runny.  Even though we had the Niagara Falls running down your face, you kept a smile on your face the entire morning.  We read books, played with your puzzles, and opened and closed doors. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before your late nap, we had snack time.  You snuggled up close to me on my lap and we both had graham crackers and milk today.  Does anything beat this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;Daddy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336269330086731623-3903960090152079646?l=lunnbun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/feeds/3903960090152079646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5336269330086731623&amp;postID=3903960090152079646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/3903960090152079646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/3903960090152079646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/2009/03/cuddly.html' title='Cuddly'/><author><name>D Lunn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SSoZPEYsFJI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ERFnk79TUhU/S220/Sara%27s+Arrival+Mom%27s+Camera+023.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336269330086731623.post-137363880257649372</id><published>2009-03-14T21:00:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T21:21:51.869-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Professional Pics</title><content type='html'>We just got these pictures.  We were so happy to get them. Aunt Amy and Uncle Rob are renting their house for the year, and the person who is living there is a professional photographer.  He agreed to come to Nana's house and take pictures of us.  We were so pleased when we got them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SbxXu_ByAAI/AAAAAAAAAPg/PManIhK-fos/s1600-h/IMG_4596_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313218125094846466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SbxXu_ByAAI/AAAAAAAAAPg/PManIhK-fos/s400/IMG_4596_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SbxW9xjjxVI/AAAAAAAAAPY/-3tkmPwUHKA/s1600-h/IMG_4621_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313217279664833874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SbxW9xjjxVI/AAAAAAAAAPY/-3tkmPwUHKA/s400/IMG_4621_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SbxWKGI6wkI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/ZoWIWpIz-yk/s1600-h/IMG_4571.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313216391837041218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SbxWKGI6wkI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/ZoWIWpIz-yk/s400/IMG_4571.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SbxVnSg5PrI/AAAAAAAAAPI/gDVa14_POzY/s1600-h/IMG_4554.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313215793863409330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SbxVnSg5PrI/AAAAAAAAAPI/gDVa14_POzY/s400/IMG_4554.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SbxVHxxA4qI/AAAAAAAAAPA/rN0QDTcZsKE/s1600-h/IMG_4575_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313215252496704162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SbxVHxxA4qI/AAAAAAAAAPA/rN0QDTcZsKE/s400/IMG_4575_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SbxUco7z6rI/AAAAAAAAAO4/i3woH0F-8dk/s1600-h/IMG_4634_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313214511391697586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SbxUco7z6rI/AAAAAAAAAO4/i3woH0F-8dk/s400/IMG_4634_1.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;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SbxT2aSwZYI/AAAAAAAAAOw/BXR8mR6YXG8/s1600-h/IMG_4695_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313213854626375042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SbxT2aSwZYI/AAAAAAAAAOw/BXR8mR6YXG8/s400/IMG_4695_1.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;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/5336269330086731623-137363880257649372?l=lunnbun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/feeds/137363880257649372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5336269330086731623&amp;postID=137363880257649372' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/137363880257649372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/137363880257649372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/2009/03/professional-pics.html' title='Professional Pics'/><author><name>D Lunn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SSoZPEYsFJI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ERFnk79TUhU/S220/Sara%27s+Arrival+Mom%27s+Camera+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SbxXu_ByAAI/AAAAAAAAAPg/PManIhK-fos/s72-c/IMG_4596_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336269330086731623.post-702735156220329844</id><published>2009-03-14T20:47:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T20:49:14.101-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandma Pat</title><content type='html'>Sara,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you something about your Daddy. He's bull-headed. Grandma Pat didn't like it when I put a picture of Darth Vader on your blog. Nobody...and I mean NOBODY tells me what to put on the blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Daddy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336269330086731623-702735156220329844?l=lunnbun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/feeds/702735156220329844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5336269330086731623&amp;postID=702735156220329844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/702735156220329844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/702735156220329844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/2009/03/grandma-pat.html' title='Grandma Pat'/><author><name>D Lunn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SSoZPEYsFJI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ERFnk79TUhU/S220/Sara%27s+Arrival+Mom%27s+Camera+023.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336269330086731623.post-5339580385466784902</id><published>2009-03-13T20:58:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T21:01:06.435-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby "It" on the way?</title><content type='html'>Baby It,&lt;br /&gt;Mommy went to the doctor yesterday.  The doc gave us a tentative date.  April 15th. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 15?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's March 13th. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so not ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336269330086731623-5339580385466784902?l=lunnbun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/feeds/5339580385466784902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5336269330086731623&amp;postID=5339580385466784902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/5339580385466784902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/5339580385466784902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/2009/03/baby-it-on-way.html' title='Baby &quot;It&quot; on the way?'/><author><name>D Lunn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SSoZPEYsFJI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ERFnk79TUhU/S220/Sara%27s+Arrival+Mom%27s+Camera+023.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336269330086731623.post-2220479664418657084</id><published>2009-03-09T11:57:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T20:58:49.748-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The strange and crazy days of Sara Lyn</title><content type='html'>Sara,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are changing so quickly. I know that every parent says this about their child, but I had no idea how true it was until I got you. Nana comes every month to see you, and she is shocked every time about how much you change.  I thought I would come up with a list of things you can now do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know where your hair is (You have actually known this for a while.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know where your eyes, nose, mouth, kinda ears, and we are working on tongue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wave at everyone. It's kind of this whole arm wave thingy that you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You give hugs...(that's one of my favorites).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You now will chase Axl. (This is probably the funnest new thing you do. It begins with me saying, "Go get Axl." And it ends with you knocked to the ground by yourself, his head, or his massive tail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so fun to see how much you are changing everyday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336269330086731623-2220479664418657084?l=lunnbun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/feeds/2220479664418657084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5336269330086731623&amp;postID=2220479664418657084' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/2220479664418657084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336269330086731623/posts/default/2220479664418657084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lunnbun.blogspot.com/2009/03/strange-and-crazy-days-of-sara-lyn.html' title='The strange and crazy days of Sara Lyn'/><author><name>D Lunn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RPdtO-HymhY/SSoZPEYsFJI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ERFnk79TUhU/S220/Sara%27s+Arrival+Mom%27s+Camera+023.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
