<?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-2460987974686229702</id><updated>2012-02-16T10:50:21.071-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Widmann Family</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widmannfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2460987974686229702/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://widmannfamily.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13907863092178852828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2460987974686229702.post-8418999204534185067</id><published>2010-05-16T10:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T11:20:45.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Silver Spings Fieldtrip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_APujYm4ERMs/S_A0PuSCTvI/AAAAAAAAAFk/9tfC-JQacHY/s1600/IMG_2638.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471930991981514482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_APujYm4ERMs/S_A0PuSCTvI/AAAAAAAAAFk/9tfC-JQacHY/s320/IMG_2638.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had a great day. We also saw bears, tortoise, snakes, sloth, and panthers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_APujYm4ERMs/S_A0PL1xNVI/AAAAAAAAAFc/3-uEPjCYM0c/s1600/IMG_2631.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471930982736147794" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_APujYm4ERMs/S_A0PL1xNVI/AAAAAAAAAFc/3-uEPjCYM0c/s320/IMG_2631.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_APujYm4ERMs/S_A0OqYr90I/AAAAAAAAAFU/VuBTbFQvdJo/s1600/IMG_2626.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471930973755799362" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_APujYm4ERMs/S_A0OqYr90I/AAAAAAAAAFU/VuBTbFQvdJo/s320/IMG_2626.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alligator Time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_APujYm4ERMs/S_A0OW8FKkI/AAAAAAAAAFM/8lCa9GLkQv4/s1600/IMG_2624.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471930968535542338" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_APujYm4ERMs/S_A0OW8FKkI/AAAAAAAAAFM/8lCa9GLkQv4/s320/IMG_2624.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was Brady's first time seeing a giraffe. He was able to feed the giraffe&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_APujYm4ERMs/S_AyIUbtiTI/AAAAAAAAAFE/NcSZodgQcck/s1600/IMG_2610.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471928665760434482" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_APujYm4ERMs/S_AyIUbtiTI/AAAAAAAAAFE/NcSZodgQcck/s320/IMG_2610.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_APujYm4ERMs/S_AxEG3LaaI/AAAAAAAAAE8/R6m24tDhcXI/s1600/IMG_2603.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471927493886437794" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_APujYm4ERMs/S_AxEG3LaaI/AAAAAAAAAE8/R6m24tDhcXI/s320/IMG_2603.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Glass bottom boat ride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_APujYm4ERMs/S_AxDkoPSHI/AAAAAAAAAE0/8xsRfHm5ET8/s1600/IMG_2593.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471927484696971378" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_APujYm4ERMs/S_AxDkoPSHI/AAAAAAAAAE0/8xsRfHm5ET8/s320/IMG_2593.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_APujYm4ERMs/S_AxDdAgATI/AAAAAAAAAEs/DzBcbEm1zlg/s1600/IMG_2587.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471927482651246898" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_APujYm4ERMs/S_AxDdAgATI/AAAAAAAAAEs/DzBcbEm1zlg/s320/IMG_2587.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ashton and Brady loved the birds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_APujYm4ERMs/S_AwBk_APJI/AAAAAAAAAEk/72o5GvfLAag/s1600/IMG_2585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471926350921088146" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_APujYm4ERMs/S_AwBk_APJI/AAAAAAAAAEk/72o5GvfLAag/s320/IMG_2585.JPG" /&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&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2460987974686229702-8418999204534185067?l=widmannfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widmannfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8418999204534185067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2460987974686229702&amp;postID=8418999204534185067' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2460987974686229702/posts/default/8418999204534185067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2460987974686229702/posts/default/8418999204534185067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://widmannfamily.blogspot.com/2010/05/silver-spings-fieldtrip.html' title='Silver Spings Fieldtrip'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13907863092178852828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_APujYm4ERMs/S_A0PuSCTvI/AAAAAAAAAFk/9tfC-JQacHY/s72-c/IMG_2638.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2460987974686229702.post-4782589024992691389</id><published>2010-05-15T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T10:42:03.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Handful of Olives</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_APujYm4ERMs/S_At8po9y6I/AAAAAAAAAEc/V1n0XGVFepA/s1600/IMG_2579.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471924067248229282" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_APujYm4ERMs/S_At8po9y6I/AAAAAAAAAEc/V1n0XGVFepA/s320/IMG_2579.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I still haven't figured out why putting olives on every finger brings one so much happiness, but it does!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_APujYm4ERMs/S_Atm-YtJKI/AAAAAAAAAEU/_gaIQ2z8blU/s1600/IMG_2578.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471923694860051618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_APujYm4ERMs/S_Atm-YtJKI/AAAAAAAAAEU/_gaIQ2z8blU/s320/IMG_2578.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brady, Emily, and Brett enjoying their olives!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_APujYm4ERMs/S_AsWCgUKBI/AAAAAAAAAEM/maoa2EDX15A/s1600/IMG_2576.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471922304396306450" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_APujYm4ERMs/S_AsWCgUKBI/AAAAAAAAAEM/maoa2EDX15A/s320/IMG_2576.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_APujYm4ERMs/S_AruWUgvPI/AAAAAAAAAEE/d2WIRVfIwPk/s1600/IMG_2575.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471921622520741106" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_APujYm4ERMs/S_AruWUgvPI/AAAAAAAAAEE/d2WIRVfIwPk/s320/IMG_2575.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brett is so excited he discovered how to put olives on his fingers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_APujYm4ERMs/S-9rrltq6YI/AAAAAAAAAD8/qtTLI32aHbk/s1600/IMG_2574.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471710468880656770" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_APujYm4ERMs/S-9rrltq6YI/AAAAAAAAAD8/qtTLI32aHbk/s320/IMG_2574.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All Russ kids LOVE black olives. As children (and still as adults) we fought over olives, we would hide cans of olives from each other. We even got them in our stockings at Christmas. Olives were better than candy in the Russ house. We now think it's genetic. All the grandkids love black olives too! This brings back many fun memories of putting olives on our fingers and eating them all off, just to repeat the process.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/2460987974686229702-4782589024992691389?l=widmannfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widmannfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4782589024992691389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2460987974686229702&amp;postID=4782589024992691389' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2460987974686229702/posts/default/4782589024992691389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2460987974686229702/posts/default/4782589024992691389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://widmannfamily.blogspot.com/2010/05/handful-of-olives.html' title='A Handful of Olives'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13907863092178852828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_APujYm4ERMs/S_At8po9y6I/AAAAAAAAAEc/V1n0XGVFepA/s72-c/IMG_2579.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2460987974686229702.post-5549057830612918517</id><published>2009-02-22T14:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T14:12:57.359-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OM...Gosh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Look at my new blog, my GREAT friend Marianne updated my blog and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BAMMMMM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;look at this great thing. I hope you all like it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Amy said "because it's going to be like this for a few years".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll ad a real post when I get time which may be &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;never or till Marianne flies down here to update it for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2460987974686229702-5549057830612918517?l=widmannfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widmannfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5549057830612918517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2460987974686229702&amp;postID=5549057830612918517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2460987974686229702/posts/default/5549057830612918517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2460987974686229702/posts/default/5549057830612918517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://widmannfamily.blogspot.com/2009/02/omgosh.html' title='OM...Gosh!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13907863092178852828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2460987974686229702.post-7853887002007081564</id><published>2008-07-17T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T19:31:46.382-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Body Art</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I'm getting the kids ready to go to Target. I'm in my room getting dressed and getting Brett ready. This is what I see when I come out to the living room. Brady has covered himself in marker. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Aggravation&lt;/span&gt; sets in because this is Brady's new favorite past time. He writes on something daily. For example, Sunday at church he was on his knees facing a chair coloring. He lays his head down and is looking to one side. We don't notice that he is covering his entire face in marker during sacrament. Anyways, back to my Target trip. He is covered from head to toe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_APujYm4ERMs/SH_9UmfjK-I/AAAAAAAAAC0/MieaqMe-m-I/s1600-h/102_0110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224172623145151458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_APujYm4ERMs/SH_9UmfjK-I/AAAAAAAAAC0/MieaqMe-m-I/s320/102_0110.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And I mean head to TOES. Every toe is colored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_APujYm4ERMs/SH_9U6s_2wI/AAAAAAAAAC8/YKIGqenf-oU/s1600-h/102_0113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224172628570266370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_APujYm4ERMs/SH_9U6s_2wI/AAAAAAAAAC8/YKIGqenf-oU/s320/102_0113.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After we talk and take pictures I give him a bath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_APujYm4ERMs/SH_9VOK74-I/AAAAAAAAADE/pLjLdArP0yc/s1600-h/102_0111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224172633796109282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_APujYm4ERMs/SH_9VOK74-I/AAAAAAAAADE/pLjLdArP0yc/s320/102_0111.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As I take him to the bath I notice the word COOL written across his back. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;HMMM&lt;/span&gt; - "Emily come here!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_APujYm4ERMs/SH_9VcQI_iI/AAAAAAAAADM/-3PdvaWoz8A/s1600-h/102_0114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224172637576035874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_APujYm4ERMs/SH_9VcQI_iI/AAAAAAAAADM/-3PdvaWoz8A/s320/102_0114.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She precedes to tell me she wrote Cool on his back and Rock On across his legs. If you look closely the rest of the writing is Brady writing Q's, T's, L's, and H's. Oh well, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;at least&lt;/span&gt; it was educational. On to Target for my next adventure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_APujYm4ERMs/SH_9Vosrv2I/AAAAAAAAADU/P1OgYrCFaVQ/s1600-h/102_0116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224172640916979554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_APujYm4ERMs/SH_9Vosrv2I/AAAAAAAAADU/P1OgYrCFaVQ/s320/102_0116.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2460987974686229702-7853887002007081564?l=widmannfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widmannfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7853887002007081564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2460987974686229702&amp;postID=7853887002007081564' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2460987974686229702/posts/default/7853887002007081564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2460987974686229702/posts/default/7853887002007081564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://widmannfamily.blogspot.com/2008/07/body-art.html' title='Body Art'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13907863092178852828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_APujYm4ERMs/SH_9UmfjK-I/AAAAAAAAAC0/MieaqMe-m-I/s72-c/102_0110.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2460987974686229702.post-4149061251256385620</id><published>2008-07-16T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T15:59:42.839-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain,Rain Go Away?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;NO WAY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today we had a good ole Florida rain!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_APujYm4ERMs/SH7Dk1E57MI/AAAAAAAAABE/xpHiR3zBefM/s1600-h/102_0142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223827655286713538" style="WIDTH: 190px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px" height="13" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_APujYm4ERMs/SH7Dk1E57MI/AAAAAAAAABE/xpHiR3zBefM/s200/102_0142.JPG" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It reminded me of the rains we had when I was a little girl. A hard down pour of warm rain without thunder and lightning filled the streets in minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_APujYm4ERMs/SH7DlKPuWwI/AAAAAAAAABM/QCZ2aPyciQE/s1600-h/102_0123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223827660969237250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_APujYm4ERMs/SH7DlKPuWwI/AAAAAAAAABM/QCZ2aPyciQE/s200/102_0123.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Emily and Brady couldn't wait to get out and play. They had a blast running, jumping, and screaming in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_APujYm4ERMs/SH7DlQl4kcI/AAAAAAAAABU/zw-n9f3UtVE/s1600-h/102_0119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223827662672794050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_APujYm4ERMs/SH7DlQl4kcI/AAAAAAAAABU/zw-n9f3UtVE/s200/102_0119.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was so fun to watch their excitement and it brought back many memories of my brothers and sisters, and I playing in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_APujYm4ERMs/SH7DlweZSKI/AAAAAAAAABc/eD2Qk-p9zTE/s1600-h/102_0134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223827671231318178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_APujYm4ERMs/SH7DlweZSKI/AAAAAAAAABc/eD2Qk-p9zTE/s200/102_0134.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FUN! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_APujYm4ERMs/SH7Crnis8VI/AAAAAAAAAA8/GY7pDPxBvjg/s1600-h/102_0127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223826672401051986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_APujYm4ERMs/SH7Crnis8VI/AAAAAAAAAA8/GY7pDPxBvjg/s200/102_0127.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2460987974686229702-4149061251256385620?l=widmannfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widmannfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4149061251256385620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2460987974686229702&amp;postID=4149061251256385620' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2460987974686229702/posts/default/4149061251256385620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2460987974686229702/posts/default/4149061251256385620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://widmannfamily.blogspot.com/2008/07/rainrain-go-away.html' title='Rain,Rain Go Away?'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13907863092178852828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_APujYm4ERMs/SH7Dk1E57MI/AAAAAAAAABE/xpHiR3zBefM/s72-c/102_0142.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2460987974686229702.post-7951796303584995675</id><published>2008-07-06T14:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T16:52:12.015-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fast Food Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_APujYm4ERMs/SHFXyUPVERI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Gy_JJyKkfbU/s1600-h/Spring+2008+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220049965037195538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_APujYm4ERMs/SHFXyUPVERI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Gy_JJyKkfbU/s320/Spring+2008+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_APujYm4ERMs/SHE9ip3bjQI/AAAAAAAAAAs/7-I1QIZxWI0/s1600-h/Spring+2008+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220021108662308098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_APujYm4ERMs/SHE9ip3bjQI/AAAAAAAAAAs/7-I1QIZxWI0/s320/Spring+2008+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;Boy do I feel like a failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;Here is a conversation Emily and I had on the way home from church today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;Emily: I'm hungry! Can we stop and get some food? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;Me: (Give her a strange look.) NO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;Emily: I want to go to Checkers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;Me: No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;Emily: Why? Today at church they said it was fast food Sunday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;Me: Burst out lauging - no it's fast Sunday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;Emily: What? Why are you laughing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;Me: Is that what you think fast Sunday is? You get fast food on Sunday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;Emily: She smiles and looks embarrassed-yes. Then she says does it mean that this Sunday goes by really fast?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;Me: (Laughing) No, it means just the opposite - you don't eat all day and it makes the day seem really long!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt; laughed all the way home. Wouldn't that be great if fast sunday was really fast &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;food&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Sunday!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2460987974686229702-7951796303584995675?l=widmannfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widmannfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7951796303584995675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2460987974686229702&amp;postID=7951796303584995675' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2460987974686229702/posts/default/7951796303584995675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2460987974686229702/posts/default/7951796303584995675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://widmannfamily.blogspot.com/2008/07/fast-food-sunday.html' title='Fast Food Sunday'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13907863092178852828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_APujYm4ERMs/SHFXyUPVERI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Gy_JJyKkfbU/s72-c/Spring+2008+032.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2460987974686229702.post-9200639720099946563</id><published>2008-07-01T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T20:47:16.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What am I thinking?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_APujYm4ERMs/SGr5pGc2y1I/AAAAAAAAAAk/x6H2f9nw5TQ/s1600-h/DSC_0121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218257602763737938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_APujYm4ERMs/SGr5pGc2y1I/AAAAAAAAAAk/x6H2f9nw5TQ/s320/DSC_0121.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hi Everyone! I can't believe I am going to attempt this, but here it goes. I want to be part of the blogging world, but I just don't feel like I can do it. It's not just because of time and all of that. It's because I am not creative and I'm so NOT good at writing. I'm going to try. I'll start by posting a picture of Brett Dalton Widmann. He's 3 months old now and we can't imagine life without him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_APujYm4ERMs/SGr3EdfkCtI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5ThDxCCSzo8/s1600-h/DSC_0128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218254774270692050" style="WIDTH: 187px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 292px" height="320" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_APujYm4ERMs/SGr3EdfkCtI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5ThDxCCSzo8/s320/DSC_0128.JPG" width="215" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;wonderful and we're so in love!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So how does everyone like my first blog? I'm so mad right now because I can't not get the pictures to turn nor can I get it off of the words. I thought I will just wait until I can get someone to help me and then I thought no this will be better. Let everyone see how my first attempt at blogging went. Now let's hope it actually posts. &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/2460987974686229702-9200639720099946563?l=widmannfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widmannfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/9200639720099946563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2460987974686229702&amp;postID=9200639720099946563' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2460987974686229702/posts/default/9200639720099946563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2460987974686229702/posts/default/9200639720099946563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://widmannfamily.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-am-i-thinking.html' title='What am I thinking?!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13907863092178852828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_APujYm4ERMs/SGr5pGc2y1I/AAAAAAAAAAk/x6H2f9nw5TQ/s72-c/DSC_0121.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry></feed>
