<?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-1817707263457312625</id><updated>2011-07-07T18:15:39.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emma</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmacochran.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817707263457312625/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmacochran.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06363306516304195861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SQUw2rSasSI/AAAAAAAAAAg/DZmK1rkfowk/S220/100_0009.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>46</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817707263457312625.post-4527372305353220689</id><published>2009-09-10T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T12:14:30.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School Days</title><content type='html'>Well it is official, both of my babies are in school now. WOW...where does time go? Blake started 1st grade on August 20th and Ava started 3 year old preschool today. They are both loving school and having a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SqlN5z8gUSI/AAAAAAAAANw/8ufYlHM1lFA/s1600-h/Illinois+State+Fair+2009+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SqlN5z8gUSI/AAAAAAAAANw/8ufYlHM1lFA/s320/Illinois+State+Fair+2009+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379916885462634786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mr. Blakey's first day of 1st grade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SqlN6SVisEI/AAAAAAAAAN4/oC4yT6pPKXg/s1600-h/Illinois+State+Fair+2009+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SqlN6SVisEI/AAAAAAAAAN4/oC4yT6pPKXg/s320/Illinois+State+Fair+2009+031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379916893620711490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Miss Ava's first day of 3 year old Preschool!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817707263457312625-4527372305353220689?l=emmacochran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmacochran.blogspot.com/feeds/4527372305353220689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1817707263457312625&amp;postID=4527372305353220689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817707263457312625/posts/default/4527372305353220689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817707263457312625/posts/default/4527372305353220689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmacochran.blogspot.com/2009/09/school-days.html' title='School Days'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06363306516304195861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SQUw2rSasSI/AAAAAAAAAAg/DZmK1rkfowk/S220/100_0009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SqlN5z8gUSI/AAAAAAAAANw/8ufYlHM1lFA/s72-c/Illinois+State+Fair+2009+014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817707263457312625.post-2458903545264710954</id><published>2009-07-31T13:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T13:52:03.958-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Many Reasons Why I Love Blake</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SnNZWrZ9C0I/AAAAAAAAANY/G7S2RDE5Js0/s1600-h/cochran16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SnNZWrZ9C0I/AAAAAAAAANY/G7S2RDE5Js0/s320/cochran16.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364729827271969602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has seemed like a really long summer, but at the same time it has gone really fast. Needless to say Blake and I haven't gotten along 100% this summer, so I thought it would be good for me to remember all the reasons why I do love him to death and can overlook the things that drive me nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;His "Blakey" colored eyes! The doctor says they are hazel, but I still prefer "Blakey" colored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The way his eyes sparkle and twinkle when he is laughing and being nothing but ornery. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The way he calls Ava "big girlie"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The way he complains about having to watch Ava's movies, but yet after she is long gone he is still sitting there glued to the screen.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When he climbs in bed with me after Ryan leaves. He says he is not tired, but minutes later he is sound asleep.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The way he talks about Jesus and thinks He is pretty cool!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The way he masters any electronic device he touches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When he always chooses fruit before anything else to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;His ears. They stick out just a bit, but they are perfect to nibble on.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The way he hates yet loves it when I make his toes "pop".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The way he still drags along his "blue blankie" even though he will be in 1st grade.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The amazing things he has taught Ava whether I wanted her to know them or not. She is one smart cookie and I really owe the credit to Blake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;His favorite game to play on Wii is the original Mario Brothers. I find that hilarious!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The way he rescues me from frogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;His "see through" skin. You can almost see every vein in his body. We think it is pretty cool though. But he asks me way to many questions about it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And my favorite of all... Even when we have a bad day, he can't wait for me to tuck him in at night, kiss him, and tell him that I love him. Thanks Buddy! I love you too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817707263457312625-2458903545264710954?l=emmacochran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmacochran.blogspot.com/feeds/2458903545264710954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1817707263457312625&amp;postID=2458903545264710954' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817707263457312625/posts/default/2458903545264710954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817707263457312625/posts/default/2458903545264710954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmacochran.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-many-reasons-why-i-love-blake.html' title='So Many Reasons Why I Love Blake'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06363306516304195861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SQUw2rSasSI/AAAAAAAAAAg/DZmK1rkfowk/S220/100_0009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SnNZWrZ9C0I/AAAAAAAAANY/G7S2RDE5Js0/s72-c/cochran16.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817707263457312625.post-6910279024983531881</id><published>2009-06-30T13:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T14:10:41.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blake's 6th Birthday Party</title><content type='html'>Blake really lucked out this year. He ended up having 3 separate birthday parties. One at school, one in Mississippi and then the one here. It was nothing but Transformers too! I feel like we have a Transformer toy store in our toy room. And it is the darnedest thing, I can't transform those things for the life of me. Instruction booklet or not, it just doesn't happen for me. Now Ryan, he gets a hold of them and can just about transform them with his eyes closed. Must be a guy thing. Anyway enjoy some pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/Skp-WKUCnNI/AAAAAAAAANI/KfYW1gl2X9g/s1600-h/Blake%27s+6th+Bday+at+Discovery+Depot+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/Skp-WKUCnNI/AAAAAAAAANI/KfYW1gl2X9g/s320/Blake%27s+6th+Bday+at+Discovery+Depot+015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353230026273889490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is only like his 3rd birthday cake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/Skp-Wa_akFI/AAAAAAAAANQ/nzhK8jOqKK8/s1600-h/Blake%27s+6th+Bday+at+Discovery+Depot+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/Skp-Wa_akFI/AAAAAAAAANQ/nzhK8jOqKK8/s320/Blake%27s+6th+Bday+at+Discovery+Depot+017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353230030750781522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some of the party participants.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817707263457312625-6910279024983531881?l=emmacochran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmacochran.blogspot.com/feeds/6910279024983531881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1817707263457312625&amp;postID=6910279024983531881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817707263457312625/posts/default/6910279024983531881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817707263457312625/posts/default/6910279024983531881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmacochran.blogspot.com/2009/06/blakes-6th-birthday-party.html' title='Blake&apos;s 6th Birthday Party'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06363306516304195861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SQUw2rSasSI/AAAAAAAAAAg/DZmK1rkfowk/S220/100_0009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/Skp-WKUCnNI/AAAAAAAAANI/KfYW1gl2X9g/s72-c/Blake%27s+6th+Bday+at+Discovery+Depot+015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817707263457312625.post-3503344869847028597</id><published>2009-06-22T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T08:31:45.251-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Know Vacation's Over When...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/Sj-ju1CHayI/AAAAAAAAAMg/SZQDK3TojUo/s1600-h/Laundary+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/Sj-ju1CHayI/AAAAAAAAAMg/SZQDK3TojUo/s320/Laundary+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350174907244702498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Enough said!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817707263457312625-3503344869847028597?l=emmacochran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmacochran.blogspot.com/feeds/3503344869847028597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1817707263457312625&amp;postID=3503344869847028597' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817707263457312625/posts/default/3503344869847028597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817707263457312625/posts/default/3503344869847028597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmacochran.blogspot.com/2009/06/you-know-vacations-over-when.html' title='You Know Vacation&apos;s Over When...'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06363306516304195861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SQUw2rSasSI/AAAAAAAAAAg/DZmK1rkfowk/S220/100_0009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/Sj-ju1CHayI/AAAAAAAAAMg/SZQDK3TojUo/s72-c/Laundary+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817707263457312625.post-222134173481416607</id><published>2009-06-21T19:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T19:37:13.072-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Last Few Days Update</title><content type='html'>Well I did so well the first 8 days. The last few I guess I just kind of gave up. We are home now, but I will give you an update on the last few days of vacation. On Thursday we drove to Corinth, Mississippi to see some of Ryan's family. Corinth is a very historical town. Some very important parts of the Civil War took place there. They have plaques everywhere. It really was fascinating. Friday night we celebrated Blake's birthday with the relatives we hardly ever see. I think we all had a good time except Blake. The restaurant was a Mexican place that likes to celebrate birthdays with huge a sombrero and cake in your face. Well Blake didn't go for that. The waiter went to put the cake in Blake's face but he pushed it away. Well good ole' Mom picked it up and smashed it in his face anyway!! I loved it!! Blake crawled under the table and claimed he was "NEVER COMING OUT"! That changed when he heard there were presents and a Transformer cake he could eat and not wear. We headed for home Saturday afternoon. First Tara and her boyfriend, Michael, took us to tour his old Firehouse in Corinth. Blake loved it. He even got to slide down the firepole. Our last stop of the trip was Lambert's Cafe in Sikeston, Missouri. If you have never heard of it check out the website &lt;a href="http://throwedrolls.com/"&gt;www.throwedrolls.com&lt;/a&gt; The are the home of the throwed rolls. Yes, they actually throw your dinner rolls at you! It was a blast! And the food...Oh my goodness! I have never seen that much food in a long time. They just keep bringing it to you. If you are ever down in Missouri, you have to go. Well enjoy the last of the vacation pictures. Until next time~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/Sj7tRtB6bVI/AAAAAAAAAMA/ZnrjI20YTdY/s1600-h/Last+Days+of+Vacation+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/Sj7tRtB6bVI/AAAAAAAAAMA/ZnrjI20YTdY/s320/Last+Days+of+Vacation+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349974295763905874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My little Confederate solider boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/Sj7tR0tVNdI/AAAAAAAAAMI/yrL7LTj0JOg/s1600-h/Last+Days+of+Vacation+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/Sj7tR0tVNdI/AAAAAAAAAMI/yrL7LTj0JOg/s320/Last+Days+of+Vacation+022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349974297825064402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Blake's reaction when they started singing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/Sj7tSPGTo-I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/mu-qgZBGLHA/s1600-h/Last+Days+of+Vacation+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/Sj7tSPGTo-I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/mu-qgZBGLHA/s320/Last+Days+of+Vacation+036.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349974304909140962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ava and Blake sitting on one of the firetrucks at the Corinth Firehouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/Sj7tSseyOvI/AAAAAAAAAMY/b6PphfunQck/s1600-h/Last+Days+of+Vacation+072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/Sj7tSseyOvI/AAAAAAAAAMY/b6PphfunQck/s320/Last+Days+of+Vacation+072.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349974312796437234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ava's attempt at catching her roll.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817707263457312625-222134173481416607?l=emmacochran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmacochran.blogspot.com/feeds/222134173481416607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1817707263457312625&amp;postID=222134173481416607' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817707263457312625/posts/default/222134173481416607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817707263457312625/posts/default/222134173481416607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmacochran.blogspot.com/2009/06/last-few-days-update.html' title='The Last Few Days Update'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06363306516304195861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SQUw2rSasSI/AAAAAAAAAAg/DZmK1rkfowk/S220/100_0009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/Sj7tRtB6bVI/AAAAAAAAAMA/ZnrjI20YTdY/s72-c/Last+Days+of+Vacation+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817707263457312625.post-2066603639354709785</id><published>2009-06-17T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T21:48:21.252-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Eight- Cochran 2009 Southeast Tour</title><content type='html'>Another day come and gone and I am really starting to run out of things to say. Eight days of blogging is hard! Anyway we were in Nashville all day. Went to the Opry Mills Mall and toured the Opryland Hotel. WOW!! What a hotel. I felt like we were back at Disneyworld instead of in Nashville, TN in a hotel. They even have a boat ride inside the hotel. The kids were dying to do it. It was actually fun. Nothing exciting but very informational. Not a lot of pictures tonight, we really didn't take that many. Plus the camera is acting up. I think it "ate" to much sand at the beach. Until tomorrow~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SjnGmfvqINI/AAAAAAAAALo/P4VV5LPr7Dw/s1600-h/Nashville+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SjnGmfvqINI/AAAAAAAAALo/P4VV5LPr7Dw/s320/Nashville+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348524397137895634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Can you believe this is in a hotel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SjnGmoacVMI/AAAAAAAAALw/qZJ66mQufPw/s1600-h/Nashville+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SjnGmoacVMI/AAAAAAAAALw/qZJ66mQufPw/s320/Nashville+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348524399464830146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yup this too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SjnGnGURPyI/AAAAAAAAAL4/y685QLrMle8/s1600-h/Nashville+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SjnGnGURPyI/AAAAAAAAAL4/y685QLrMle8/s320/Nashville+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348524407492001570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What a bunch of goof-balls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817707263457312625-2066603639354709785?l=emmacochran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmacochran.blogspot.com/feeds/2066603639354709785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1817707263457312625&amp;postID=2066603639354709785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817707263457312625/posts/default/2066603639354709785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817707263457312625/posts/default/2066603639354709785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmacochran.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-eight-cochran-2009-southeast-tour.html' title='Day Eight- Cochran 2009 Southeast Tour'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06363306516304195861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SQUw2rSasSI/AAAAAAAAAAg/DZmK1rkfowk/S220/100_0009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SjnGmfvqINI/AAAAAAAAALo/P4VV5LPr7Dw/s72-c/Nashville+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817707263457312625.post-7966132899539579937</id><published>2009-06-16T19:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T20:09:38.271-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Seven- Cochran 2009 Southeast Tour</title><content type='html'>We finally made it out of North Carolina. Don't get me wrong it is a very nice state, but we have been in it since Thursday. We are slowly making our way home and drove through the Appalachian/Great Smoky Mountains. They are beautiful! Another one of those moments when you can really see how awesome of a God we serve! We are here in Nashville, Tennessee now until Thrusday. I will keep you posted. Until tomorrow~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SjhdT-K6W7I/AAAAAAAAALQ/SoZJwgRCPv4/s1600-h/Mountains+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SjhdT-K6W7I/AAAAAAAAALQ/SoZJwgRCPv4/s320/Mountains+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348127155190127538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What a view! Not quite to the top, but pretty close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SjhdUP5iVHI/AAAAAAAAALY/gDDdY8HdD5E/s1600-h/Mountains+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SjhdUP5iVHI/AAAAAAAAALY/gDDdY8HdD5E/s320/Mountains+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348127159949087858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here we are at the top. There was a rest area here. Thank goodness for "real" bathrooms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SjhdUi-6JXI/AAAAAAAAALg/Yg9or9WWATg/s1600-h/Mountains+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SjhdUi-6JXI/AAAAAAAAALg/Yg9or9WWATg/s320/Mountains+025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348127165071893874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ava and I standing in a Mountain Stream. That water is COLD!!! It felt really nice though. I wish we would have had a picnic lunch today, there were so many great spots we could have stopped at.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817707263457312625-7966132899539579937?l=emmacochran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmacochran.blogspot.com/feeds/7966132899539579937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1817707263457312625&amp;postID=7966132899539579937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817707263457312625/posts/default/7966132899539579937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817707263457312625/posts/default/7966132899539579937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmacochran.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-seven-cochran-2009-southeast-tour.html' title='Day Seven- Cochran 2009 Southeast Tour'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06363306516304195861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SQUw2rSasSI/AAAAAAAAAAg/DZmK1rkfowk/S220/100_0009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SjhdT-K6W7I/AAAAAAAAALQ/SoZJwgRCPv4/s72-c/Mountains+011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817707263457312625.post-5574681410265270817</id><published>2009-06-15T22:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T22:47:46.017-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Six- Cochran 2009 Southeast Tour</title><content type='html'>Day Six, already!?!?! Seriously why must all good things come to an end. Anyway not much to report today. We had to leave the beach today. I soooo didn't want to go. I think I could just live there, but I really do hate that sand gets EVERYWHERE. And I can still taste salt from all the water that I "drank".  We had a slight tragedy today, but all is well. To sum it up for the sake of the readers, Blake and I almost drowned in the ocean and I lost my glasses. Yes, the glasses that I so desperately need to see any sort of distance are floating in the Atlantic Ocean. If that is the worst thing that happens on this trip, I will be perfectly fine with it. Here are some more pictures for you to enjoy. Until tomorrow~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/Sjcwp0VwHfI/AAAAAAAAAK4/WQ5Yr52apow/s1600-h/Day+After+Beach+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/Sjcwp0VwHfI/AAAAAAAAAK4/WQ5Yr52apow/s320/Day+After+Beach+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347796577508400626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Seriously, the first thing I saw this morning when I woke up. It was amazing. We fell asleep to God's natural sound machine, the ocean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SjcwqNYSPaI/AAAAAAAAALA/X4aWfHeGfVw/s1600-h/Day+After+Beach+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SjcwqNYSPaI/AAAAAAAAALA/X4aWfHeGfVw/s320/Day+After+Beach+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347796584229911970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay, so not the most amazing picture, but I like it. I am laying on the blanket on the beach and this is what I saw when I looked up. Thanks for letting us borrow the umbrella Mom, it came in handy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SjcwqSDt7LI/AAAAAAAAALI/tKsRLnN1Eu8/s1600-h/Day+After+Beach+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SjcwqSDt7LI/AAAAAAAAALI/tKsRLnN1Eu8/s320/Day+After+Beach+023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347796585485823154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We stopped to tour the USS North Carolina. This battleship was used during WWII. It was huge! Blake and Ava loved that it was a big maze.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817707263457312625-5574681410265270817?l=emmacochran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmacochran.blogspot.com/feeds/5574681410265270817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1817707263457312625&amp;postID=5574681410265270817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817707263457312625/posts/default/5574681410265270817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817707263457312625/posts/default/5574681410265270817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmacochran.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-six-cochran-2009-southeast-tour.html' title='Day Six- Cochran 2009 Southeast Tour'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06363306516304195861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SQUw2rSasSI/AAAAAAAAAAg/DZmK1rkfowk/S220/100_0009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/Sjcwp0VwHfI/AAAAAAAAAK4/WQ5Yr52apow/s72-c/Day+After+Beach+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817707263457312625.post-8864177800967546340</id><published>2009-06-14T21:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T21:19:46.845-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Five- Cochran 2009 Southeast Tour</title><content type='html'>BEACH DAY!!!! We have been waiting for this day for a long time. I am just so sad that it has come and gone already. The rain had us a little worried, but it really wasn't a big deal, just a few drops here and there. I had such a great time with the kids! Ava and I went in the ocean first. I have never heard her giggle so much. It was so sweet. Then the water got in her mouth and that was the end of that for Ava. But she dug and dug and dug in the sand! The rest of us were out in the ocean and there she sat digging. She LOVES finding shells. We have 2 buckets full right now and hopefully can go out again tomorrow morning for some more. Blake loved the water too despite the "horrible taste". Him and I went way out and floated for a while. It was just awesome. With your back turned toward the "beach" all you see is nothing but water. It really makes you stop and appreciate things a whole lot more and realize what an awesome God He really is! After supper we hit the beach again.  Ava digging for more shells and Ryan and Blake looking for Lord only knows what in the ocean late at night. Well the Lord gave them 5 crabs and a little fish. Ryan only got bitten twice. I can't believe that I am actually sitting on the balcony of our room typing this out and listening to the ocean. I never want this moment to end. Until tomorrow~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SjXKr2buGPI/AAAAAAAAAKg/lRWZ9zlSFNw/s1600-h/Beach+Day+048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SjXKr2buGPI/AAAAAAAAAKg/lRWZ9zlSFNw/s320/Beach+Day+048.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347402987267299570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ava and one of her prized possessions, a shell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SjXKsLniOxI/AAAAAAAAAKw/1t7uTjyzv-k/s1600-h/Beach+Day+052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SjXKsLniOxI/AAAAAAAAAKw/1t7uTjyzv-k/s320/Beach+Day+052.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347402992953998098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blake totally loving the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SjXKsFoyewI/AAAAAAAAAKo/LLVe3usYcwg/s1600-h/Beach+Day+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SjXKsFoyewI/AAAAAAAAAKo/LLVe3usYcwg/s320/Beach+Day+019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347402991348644610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ryan and Blake's newest friend. And no, he is not coming home with us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817707263457312625-8864177800967546340?l=emmacochran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmacochran.blogspot.com/feeds/8864177800967546340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1817707263457312625&amp;postID=8864177800967546340' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817707263457312625/posts/default/8864177800967546340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817707263457312625/posts/default/8864177800967546340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmacochran.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-five-cochran-2009-southeast-tour.html' title='Day Five- Cochran 2009 Southeast Tour'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06363306516304195861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SQUw2rSasSI/AAAAAAAAAAg/DZmK1rkfowk/S220/100_0009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SjXKr2buGPI/AAAAAAAAAKg/lRWZ9zlSFNw/s72-c/Beach+Day+048.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817707263457312625.post-291137380788647176</id><published>2009-06-13T17:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T17:37:12.264-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Four- Cochran 2009 Southeast Tour</title><content type='html'>Okay, I apologize now, but this is going to be short. I have been outside in North Carolina hot weather since 2:00pm. My family is all in the pool, while I do this, so it is going to be short sweet and to the point. The best news of all.... HE DID IT!!!! Praise God!! Blake did so well! He smiled for pictures, he walked down the aisle (with no frog, that is a story in itself) and had a great time at the reception. He even caught the garter. I promise to post more pictures later, because the wedding was just gorgeous. For now this will have to do. Until tomorrow~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SjRFT_YbJFI/AAAAAAAAAKI/US8q75Df1hI/s1600-h/Kolt%27s+Wedding+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SjRFT_YbJFI/AAAAAAAAAKI/US8q75Df1hI/s320/Kolt%27s+Wedding+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346974867329328210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kolt and Blake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SjRFUINmw4I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/lQ5_KNK_TXM/s1600-h/Kolt%27s+Wedding+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SjRFUINmw4I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/lQ5_KNK_TXM/s320/Kolt%27s+Wedding+017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346974869699871618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The happy ringbearer himself, Mister Blake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SjRFUUgAbwI/AAAAAAAAAKY/7lHxTGgmb1c/s1600-h/Kolt%27s+Wedding+059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SjRFUUgAbwI/AAAAAAAAAKY/7lHxTGgmb1c/s320/Kolt%27s+Wedding+059.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346974872998276866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And Miss Ava, being well, Miss Ava&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817707263457312625-291137380788647176?l=emmacochran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmacochran.blogspot.com/feeds/291137380788647176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1817707263457312625&amp;postID=291137380788647176' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817707263457312625/posts/default/291137380788647176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817707263457312625/posts/default/291137380788647176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmacochran.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-four-cochran-2009-southeast-tour.html' title='Day Four- Cochran 2009 Southeast Tour'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06363306516304195861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SQUw2rSasSI/AAAAAAAAAAg/DZmK1rkfowk/S220/100_0009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SjRFT_YbJFI/AAAAAAAAAKI/US8q75Df1hI/s72-c/Kolt%27s+Wedding+013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817707263457312625.post-497313854468289428</id><published>2009-06-12T19:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T19:59:35.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Three- Cochran 2009 Southeast Tour</title><content type='html'>Day three and all is still well. We slept in and took it easy this morning/afternoon. We ate lunch at a mall in the food court and then walked around. Well Blake came upon this huge trampoline thing and just had to do it. Thanks to Nana and Papa he had some of his own money and paid for it himself. See below picture. We had the rehearsal dinner tonight. The place is beautiful! I will try to have pictures tomorrow. Kolt and Stephanie (the groom and bride) bought Blake the coolest shirt ever! I just had to take pictures of the front and back to show you. Until tomorrow~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SjMVYO_ZwnI/AAAAAAAAAJw/SYdUOcJOLmI/s1600-h/2009+tour+2+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SjMVYO_ZwnI/AAAAAAAAAJw/SYdUOcJOLmI/s320/2009+tour+2+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346640688703980146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Blake and the best $7.00 he ever spent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SjMVYUFE12I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/6whmqA0VD9w/s1600-h/2009+tour+2+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SjMVYUFE12I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/6whmqA0VD9w/s320/2009+tour+2+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346640690069952354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The front lapel of Blake's shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SjMVY5gBdDI/AAAAAAAAAKA/ZyoA0-V0IEo/s1600-h/2009+tour+2+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SjMVY5gBdDI/AAAAAAAAAKA/ZyoA0-V0IEo/s320/2009+tour+2+023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346640700115088434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The back of the shirt. Seriously one of the coolest shirts ever!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817707263457312625-497313854468289428?l=emmacochran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmacochran.blogspot.com/feeds/497313854468289428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1817707263457312625&amp;postID=497313854468289428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817707263457312625/posts/default/497313854468289428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817707263457312625/posts/default/497313854468289428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmacochran.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-three-cochran-2009-southeast-tour.html' title='Day Three- Cochran 2009 Southeast Tour'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06363306516304195861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SQUw2rSasSI/AAAAAAAAAAg/DZmK1rkfowk/S220/100_0009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SjMVYO_ZwnI/AAAAAAAAAJw/SYdUOcJOLmI/s72-c/2009+tour+2+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817707263457312625.post-200067445034742260</id><published>2009-06-11T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T20:12:27.068-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Two- Cochran 2009 Southeast Tour</title><content type='html'>Day Two went again surprisingly well. We are now in Apex, North Carolina. The rest of the family is either on their way as we speak or are here at a different hotel. Let me just say the Appalachian Mountains are beautiful! We had so much fun driving through them. We were such tourist with our faces pressed against the windows.  We made it into Cary, North Carolina about 5:30pm to get Blake to try on his tux. He looked so cute! I am still just keeping my fingers crossed that he goes through with the whole "Ring Bearer" thing.  We grilled out at my Uncle's house in Raleigh and it was so great. I really enjoyed seeing everyone. Even managed to squeeze in a few rounds of Rock Band (sorry Angie, I thought of  you though!).  Until tomorrow~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SjHGw23iZ3I/AAAAAAAAAJY/w8V-ccw6AfM/s1600-h/2009+Tour+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SjHGw23iZ3I/AAAAAAAAAJY/w8V-ccw6AfM/s320/2009+Tour+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346272775329965938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was at a rest stop right inside the Virginia state line.  It was so pretty there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SjHGxAsvM1I/AAAAAAAAAJg/lwxfWchXDks/s1600-h/2009+Tour+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SjHGxAsvM1I/AAAAAAAAAJg/lwxfWchXDks/s320/2009+Tour+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346272777969021778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a view from the driver's side window. No I wasn't driving and taking the picture, just reaching my arms and camera in front of Ryan while he drove!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SjHGxREyEVI/AAAAAAAAAJo/GudWArPj43U/s1600-h/2009+Tour+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SjHGxREyEVI/AAAAAAAAAJo/GudWArPj43U/s320/2009+Tour+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346272782364840274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ava wanted a picture of her and her 2 blankies, so here you go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817707263457312625-200067445034742260?l=emmacochran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmacochran.blogspot.com/feeds/200067445034742260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1817707263457312625&amp;postID=200067445034742260' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817707263457312625/posts/default/200067445034742260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817707263457312625/posts/default/200067445034742260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmacochran.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-two-cochran-2009-southeast-tour.html' title='Day Two- Cochran 2009 Southeast Tour'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06363306516304195861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SQUw2rSasSI/AAAAAAAAAAg/DZmK1rkfowk/S220/100_0009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SjHGw23iZ3I/AAAAAAAAAJY/w8V-ccw6AfM/s72-c/2009+Tour+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817707263457312625.post-1886817053738324310</id><published>2009-06-10T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T20:21:15.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day One- Cochran 2009 Southeast Tour</title><content type='html'>Well it has officially began... The Cochran 2009 Southeast Tour. 11 states, 11 days, over 2500 miles, and over 40 hours of total driving. Today was day numero uno and so far so go! We surprised Blake with an early birthday gift. A gameboy (thanks Teri and CJ). We gave it to him around the Peoria area and didn't hear a peep out of him until we stopped for lunch outside of Indianapolis. Another friend (thanks Angie) gave us some games to borrow for the trip. I tell you Blake is going to be no problem at all on this trip. He is so into the whole electronic scene, as long as the batteries don't die, we will be fine. Ava did pretty well too. Thanks to a vehicle with TV's and a DVD player, she is pretty good to go too! Our first destination was Georgetown, Kentucky. I must say I really didn't think to hear the "southern" draw yet, but the waitress at supper tonight had it bad! Speaking of supper, it is really the only picture we took so far. I will try to do better for the rest of the trip. Until tomorrow~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SjB3U_ucLYI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/u-tYMJYAOzs/s1600-h/Pics+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SjB3U_ucLYI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/u-tYMJYAOzs/s320/Pics+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345903960276086146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The infamous "Big Boy". Blake picked the place and said "Yeah it's good, let's go again" Ryan and I say, "Maybe not"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817707263457312625-1886817053738324310?l=emmacochran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmacochran.blogspot.com/feeds/1886817053738324310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1817707263457312625&amp;postID=1886817053738324310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817707263457312625/posts/default/1886817053738324310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817707263457312625/posts/default/1886817053738324310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmacochran.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-one-cochran-2009-southeast-tour.html' title='Day One- Cochran 2009 Southeast Tour'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06363306516304195861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SQUw2rSasSI/AAAAAAAAAAg/DZmK1rkfowk/S220/100_0009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SjB3U_ucLYI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/u-tYMJYAOzs/s72-c/Pics+012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817707263457312625.post-6078145167241948507</id><published>2009-06-02T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T08:43:33.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Storm!</title><content type='html'>WOW! For those who read this living in this area that was one storm last night. I know it was a little more intense here in Knoxville than Galesburg, but still WOW! We just made it in the house from grocery shopping when it got really dark and then the rains came. It was more like buckets and then the hail. It was so cool to see it bouncing in the front yard. Once the rain stopped the kids and I went outside to collect some of the hail to show Ryan. Here's what we all found...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SiVHLnP3kNI/AAAAAAAAAJA/MvETHNg--8o/s1600-h/After+the+Storm+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SiVHLnP3kNI/AAAAAAAAAJA/MvETHNg--8o/s320/After+the+Storm+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342754797784633554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Blake's newest friend! I am actually the one who found him and then went running and screaming back up to the house. I can't stand frogs. They just gross me out. We had to wait for Ryan to get home to take the picture. There was no way I was getting that close for a picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SiVHL0dwa2I/AAAAAAAAAJI/SnTmnvi1J50/s1600-h/After+the+Storm+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SiVHL0dwa2I/AAAAAAAAAJI/SnTmnvi1J50/s320/After+the+Storm+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342754801332546402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The kids each took out a cup to fill with the hail. It is hard to tell by the picture, but it was pretty good size.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817707263457312625-6078145167241948507?l=emmacochran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmacochran.blogspot.com/feeds/6078145167241948507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1817707263457312625&amp;postID=6078145167241948507' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817707263457312625/posts/default/6078145167241948507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817707263457312625/posts/default/6078145167241948507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmacochran.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-storm.html' title='What a Storm!'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06363306516304195861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SQUw2rSasSI/AAAAAAAAAAg/DZmK1rkfowk/S220/100_0009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SiVHLnP3kNI/AAAAAAAAAJA/MvETHNg--8o/s72-c/After+the+Storm+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817707263457312625.post-889432629900198636</id><published>2009-06-01T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T08:22:49.618-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Sweet Home?!?!</title><content type='html'>We had a great time this past weekend. We were able to go to Madison! It was so nice to go back. We did the Race for the Cure up there. I always wanted to when we moved up there, but it just never worked. The weather was perfect, the walk was beautiful, and the kids, well they were kids. It made us want to move back soooo badly. We even found a house on the walk that was right on the Lake. It was a 4 bedroom, a slight fixer upper, and available for the low low cost of $350,000! ha ha Now I remember why we left, the cost of living is so crazy! Here are some pictures of our trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SiPuahltWdI/AAAAAAAAAIg/q2-ggNgnWoo/s1600-h/Jared%27s+B-Day+Party+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SiPuahltWdI/AAAAAAAAAIg/q2-ggNgnWoo/s320/Jared%27s+B-Day+Party+020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342375722452081106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had to stop during the race for this great picture of down town Madison. We just love the Capitol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SiPua4gMZrI/AAAAAAAAAIo/eI89WkGdrYc/s1600-h/Jared%27s+B-Day+Party+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SiPua4gMZrI/AAAAAAAAAIo/eI89WkGdrYc/s320/Jared%27s+B-Day+Party+026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342375728602965682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Boys! We just finished Farmer's Market around the capitol and started on our way down State St.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SiPv10UVVrI/AAAAAAAAAI4/1FQeL2ig1JU/s1600-h/Jared%27s+B-Day+Party+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SiPv10UVVrI/AAAAAAAAAI4/1FQeL2ig1JU/s320/Jared%27s+B-Day+Party+034.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342377290847573682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some of us just can't handle all the excitement!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SiPv1pHWObI/AAAAAAAAAIw/cd1l3A46G_I/s1600-h/Jared%27s+B-Day+Party+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SiPv1pHWObI/AAAAAAAAAIw/cd1l3A46G_I/s320/Jared%27s+B-Day+Party+032.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342377287840315826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On our walk we came across this cute little place. I at first thought what a great "book shop" then started thinking how great all "my" books would look in there. Come to find out it WAS a book shop. I just fell in love with it and had to take a picture.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817707263457312625-889432629900198636?l=emmacochran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmacochran.blogspot.com/feeds/889432629900198636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1817707263457312625&amp;postID=889432629900198636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817707263457312625/posts/default/889432629900198636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817707263457312625/posts/default/889432629900198636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmacochran.blogspot.com/2009/06/home-sweet-home.html' title='Home Sweet Home?!?!'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06363306516304195861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SQUw2rSasSI/AAAAAAAAAAg/DZmK1rkfowk/S220/100_0009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SiPuahltWdI/AAAAAAAAAIg/q2-ggNgnWoo/s72-c/Jared%27s+B-Day+Party+020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817707263457312625.post-5662556940272568806</id><published>2009-05-22T17:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T17:52:37.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Baby Girl!!</title><content type='html'>Ava turned 3 today! I remember the day she was born like it was yesterday. Where does the time go? She had a sweet "Princess Brunch" today with 3 of her little friends. They all dressed up in their best dresses and had brunch, made flowers, made necklaces, opened presents, had lunch, and then cake. It was such a sweet cake! I loved the way it looked. Here are some pictures from the day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/ShdHyHP2m8I/AAAAAAAAAII/3UUAP8GCKQ0/s1600-h/Ava%27s+3rd+Birthday+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/ShdHyHP2m8I/AAAAAAAAAII/3UUAP8GCKQ0/s320/Ava%27s+3rd+Birthday+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338814809535585218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The birthday princess and her "blankie guy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/ShdHyjVsIZI/AAAAAAAAAIY/1IEQ20kRzTU/s1600-h/Ava%27s+3rd+Birthday+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/ShdHyjVsIZI/AAAAAAAAAIY/1IEQ20kRzTU/s320/Ava%27s+3rd+Birthday+026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338814817076257170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;3 of the 4 "princesses" that joined us at the party. If you notice they are all 3, all have blue eyes, and long blonde beautiful hair that has never been cut. Watch out world!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/ShdHyRSvmHI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/MFR_Ikggl2M/s1600-h/Ava%27s+3rd+Birthday+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/ShdHyRSvmHI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/MFR_Ikggl2M/s320/Ava%27s+3rd+Birthday+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338814812232063090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The beautiful cake&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817707263457312625-5662556940272568806?l=emmacochran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmacochran.blogspot.com/feeds/5662556940272568806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1817707263457312625&amp;postID=5662556940272568806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817707263457312625/posts/default/5662556940272568806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817707263457312625/posts/default/5662556940272568806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmacochran.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-birthday-baby-girl.html' title='Happy Birthday Baby Girl!!'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06363306516304195861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SQUw2rSasSI/AAAAAAAAAAg/DZmK1rkfowk/S220/100_0009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/ShdHyHP2m8I/AAAAAAAAAII/3UUAP8GCKQ0/s72-c/Ava%27s+3rd+Birthday+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817707263457312625.post-5067073524664213494</id><published>2009-05-18T18:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T19:22:22.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Hobby!?!</title><content type='html'>Ryan has 3 employees at work that are having babies. Yes 3 out of 15 employees, I sure hope there isn't something in the water!! Anyway I wanted a fun gift, unique yet still usable. So I decided on diaper cakes! I did some research and found some "how-to" videos online. Well surprisingly enough they aren't really that hard and actually a lot of fun to make. I even tackled the "washcloth lollipops". I was quite pleased with the turn out and just had to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/ShIWxz0XmhI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Nae6HkGttxg/s1600-h/Diaper+Cakes+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/ShIWxz0XmhI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Nae6HkGttxg/s320/Diaper+Cakes+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337353553366718994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The babies are all boys, but I didn't want the cakes all the same, so I chose a blue one, a yellow one, and a orange one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/ShIWyKRMr-I/AAAAAAAAAIA/NIC-UZ8uV8U/s1600-h/Diaper+Cakes+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/ShIWyKRMr-I/AAAAAAAAAIA/NIC-UZ8uV8U/s320/Diaper+Cakes+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337353559393218530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This one is my favorite. I just love the way it looks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817707263457312625-5067073524664213494?l=emmacochran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmacochran.blogspot.com/feeds/5067073524664213494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1817707263457312625&amp;postID=5067073524664213494' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817707263457312625/posts/default/5067073524664213494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817707263457312625/posts/default/5067073524664213494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmacochran.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-new-hobby.html' title='My New Hobby!?!'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06363306516304195861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SQUw2rSasSI/AAAAAAAAAAg/DZmK1rkfowk/S220/100_0009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/ShIWxz0XmhI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Nae6HkGttxg/s72-c/Diaper+Cakes+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817707263457312625.post-2649223205238437147</id><published>2009-05-16T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T19:33:09.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Graduate</title><content type='html'>Well as hard as it is to believe, my baby just graduated from Kindergarten! I can't believe it. It was a wonderful ceremony and very entertaining thanks to Blake! Did you know that diplomas make great telescopes? And if you concentrate hard enough your tassels on your hat will fit into the diploma as well. One looks great with the diploma stuck to the side of their head! Oh and I can't forget to mention, ties on shirts conduct music wonderfully and are such a fashion statement when tucked under your arm! Yes, it was quite a night! Enjoy some picutures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/Sg7ea_SF8NI/AAAAAAAAAHY/5p6JK93lOsI/s1600-h/Kindergarten+Graduation+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/Sg7ea_SF8NI/AAAAAAAAAHY/5p6JK93lOsI/s320/Kindergarten+Graduation+024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336447163725902034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This would be the picture of Blake trying to get his tassel in the diploma. I just noticed when downloading this picture that the little girl beside Blake is doing the same thing. Okay so who started it first?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/Sg7ebBEinPI/AAAAAAAAAHo/p77ZKHR286U/s1600-h/Kindergarten+Graduation+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/Sg7ebBEinPI/AAAAAAAAAHo/p77ZKHR286U/s320/Kindergarten+Graduation+028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336447164205931762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The happy graduate and his bubbles from his teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/Sg7ebR9XVrI/AAAAAAAAAHw/9vzn02iX4XU/s1600-h/Kindergarten+Graduation+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/Sg7ebR9XVrI/AAAAAAAAAHw/9vzn02iX4XU/s320/Kindergarten+Graduation+032.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336447168739235506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a picture of Blake and his teacher Mrs. Boyd. One of the best teachers in the world!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817707263457312625-2649223205238437147?l=emmacochran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmacochran.blogspot.com/feeds/2649223205238437147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1817707263457312625&amp;postID=2649223205238437147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817707263457312625/posts/default/2649223205238437147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817707263457312625/posts/default/2649223205238437147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmacochran.blogspot.com/2009/05/graduate.html' title='The Graduate'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06363306516304195861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SQUw2rSasSI/AAAAAAAAAAg/DZmK1rkfowk/S220/100_0009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/Sg7ea_SF8NI/AAAAAAAAAHY/5p6JK93lOsI/s72-c/Kindergarten+Graduation+024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817707263457312625.post-286875259302517010</id><published>2009-05-11T12:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T12:59:22.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>Okay so I am a day late! But right now in my life, that is still pretty good. I thought I would share with you what I received for my gift. I got a hammock!! I have always wanted a hammock and now I finally have one. They are so cool! I can't wait to get the chance to "relax" in it again. I put the term "relax" in quotes because it really isn't relaxing especially when Blake and Ava are around. I laid on the hammock and the fighting began. "It's my turn" "No, it's not it's MY turn" "Mommy, let me up" "No I want to lay there" "MMMMOOOOOMMMYYY!!!" See what I mean, oh well, it is still nice despite the arguing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SgiDAdc3pbI/AAAAAAAAAHI/NN4AbshbTEs/s1600-h/Mother%27s+Day+2009+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SgiDAdc3pbI/AAAAAAAAAHI/NN4AbshbTEs/s320/Mother%27s+Day+2009+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334657802549306802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My new hammock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SgiDAvj08cI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Vnc3W4zLCmQ/s1600-h/Mother%27s+Day+2009+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SgiDAvj08cI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Vnc3W4zLCmQ/s320/Mother%27s+Day+2009+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334657807410328002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The view from my new hammock.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817707263457312625-286875259302517010?l=emmacochran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmacochran.blogspot.com/feeds/286875259302517010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1817707263457312625&amp;postID=286875259302517010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817707263457312625/posts/default/286875259302517010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817707263457312625/posts/default/286875259302517010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmacochran.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06363306516304195861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SQUw2rSasSI/AAAAAAAAAAg/DZmK1rkfowk/S220/100_0009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SgiDAdc3pbI/AAAAAAAAAHI/NN4AbshbTEs/s72-c/Mother%27s+Day+2009+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817707263457312625.post-2240721763148735479</id><published>2009-05-06T17:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T18:12:09.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Early Birthday Gift</title><content type='html'>Well Blake finally got his wish, well sort of. He has been begging us for a four wheeler for his birthday. Those things are not cheap! Ryan was sent on a mission for lunch the other day and found the "perfect" gift. There it was sitting at a garage sale! Although it wasn't a four wheeler Blake still fell in love with it and just had to have it. It needs a little work, but other than that I think it will work out great for him. I have a feeling I will be praying harder than I ever have this summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SgIzUAGw4GI/AAAAAAAAAHA/q7N8iG4HsiE/s1600-h/To+sort+3+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SgIzUAGw4GI/AAAAAAAAAHA/q7N8iG4HsiE/s320/To+sort+3+033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332881327478857826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817707263457312625-2240721763148735479?l=emmacochran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmacochran.blogspot.com/feeds/2240721763148735479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1817707263457312625&amp;postID=2240721763148735479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817707263457312625/posts/default/2240721763148735479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817707263457312625/posts/default/2240721763148735479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmacochran.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title='The Early Birthday Gift'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06363306516304195861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SQUw2rSasSI/AAAAAAAAAAg/DZmK1rkfowk/S220/100_0009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SgIzUAGw4GI/AAAAAAAAAHA/q7N8iG4HsiE/s72-c/To+sort+3+033.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817707263457312625.post-1021921314368631775</id><published>2009-04-09T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T09:11:45.085-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Newspapers Here We Come....</title><content type='html'>Wow, between TV (see an older post) and now the newspaper, I am everywhere all of a sudden. It sure would be nice to get paid for all of this like REAL celebrities do! Oh well, small town girl in a small town world. We were interviewed by the Western Family Magazine because of our "unique" situation at Galesburg Christian School. As I am sure most of you know, Ryan and I graduated from there and now Blake attends the same school. He is the first "second generation" student to enroll. You can check out the article here: &lt;a href="http://www.galesburg.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;www.galesburg.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Once there you should be a red bar highlighting a few topics. Make sure it is on Home. Under that click Western Family Magazine. Once there click anywhere on the cover and it will download the magazine for you. We are on pages 20 and 21. Don't you just love Blake's face!?!?! He was having a major 5 year old moment. Doesn't he just look so happy to be there! You just got to love him right? I mean what else can you do!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817707263457312625-1021921314368631775?l=emmacochran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmacochran.blogspot.com/feeds/1021921314368631775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1817707263457312625&amp;postID=1021921314368631775' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817707263457312625/posts/default/1021921314368631775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817707263457312625/posts/default/1021921314368631775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmacochran.blogspot.com/2009/04/newspapers-here-we-come.html' title='Newspapers Here We Come....'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06363306516304195861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SQUw2rSasSI/AAAAAAAAAAg/DZmK1rkfowk/S220/100_0009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817707263457312625.post-8671921464493123559</id><published>2009-04-04T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T08:36:03.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Surprise Party</title><content type='html'>Well for those of you reading this who don't know what I am talking about, I planned a Surprise Party for Ryan's 30th Birthday. I am VERY happy to report that it worked. Everything went according to plan. The guest were there, the food, the cake, and then Ryan. All in all we had about 30+ people. Not bad for my first Surprise party. I am so glad I had it, but at the same time I am glad it is over. Do you know how hard it has been not to slip up and say something? I have talked to so many people and wanted to tell Ryan part of the conversation, but couldn't. How frustrating! The cake was absolutely amazing! A huge "Thank You" to Clarice and Antonio! The cake was made to taste and look like a Reese's Peanut Butter Cup (Ryan's favorite) and it did! I think everyone LOVED it! You just have to love something different. For those who couldn't make it, we missed you and wish you were there. Enjoy some pictures from the evening instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/Sdd7AvM8TpI/AAAAAAAAAGY/ys5LZt8Ge_o/s1600-h/To+sort+2+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/Sdd7AvM8TpI/AAAAAAAAAGY/ys5LZt8Ge_o/s320/To+sort+2+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320856737362497170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The amazing Chocolate and Peanut Butter Cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/Sdd7A9lEuuI/AAAAAAAAAGg/6fYbypyaRWM/s1600-h/To+sort+2+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/Sdd7A9lEuuI/AAAAAAAAAGg/6fYbypyaRWM/s320/To+sort+2+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320856741221808866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Notice from the side it looks like a Reese's Peanut Butter Cup. How cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/Sdd9erbcNSI/AAAAAAAAAGw/vk2YhSAIw0c/s1600-h/To+sort+2+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/Sdd9erbcNSI/AAAAAAAAAGw/vk2YhSAIw0c/s320/To+sort+2+018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320859450768897314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And of course you have to have the picture with the 30 lite candles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/Sdd9e_NRWoI/AAAAAAAAAG4/IEcqKIRWXEo/s1600-h/To+sort+2+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/Sdd9e_NRWoI/AAAAAAAAAG4/IEcqKIRWXEo/s320/To+sort+2+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320859456078174850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And last but not least, the surprised birthday boy himself, Ryan!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817707263457312625-8671921464493123559?l=emmacochran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmacochran.blogspot.com/feeds/8671921464493123559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1817707263457312625&amp;postID=8671921464493123559' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817707263457312625/posts/default/8671921464493123559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817707263457312625/posts/default/8671921464493123559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmacochran.blogspot.com/2009/04/surprise-party.html' title='The Surprise Party'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06363306516304195861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SQUw2rSasSI/AAAAAAAAAAg/DZmK1rkfowk/S220/100_0009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/Sdd7AvM8TpI/AAAAAAAAAGY/ys5LZt8Ge_o/s72-c/To+sort+2+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817707263457312625.post-302708417293175602</id><published>2009-03-23T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T18:43:41.498-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Pictures</title><content type='html'>Okay so it has been awhile and I am too lazy to sort these out into actual categories, so I am going to clump them together and just write captions underneath. Sorry! I will get the hang of this blogging thing eventually!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/Scg3Yvy9XOI/AAAAAAAAAF4/eQjtVuKIGrM/s1600-h/To+sort+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/Scg3Yvy9XOI/AAAAAAAAAF4/eQjtVuKIGrM/s320/To+sort+021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316560258397461730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We went to the park in Knoxville and had a blast! It is a really fun place. The kids are standing on a wooden pirate ship. They loved the slide. It was actually the fastest one there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/Scg3aEkZrnI/AAAAAAAAAGI/x07HLP-0Z74/s1600-h/To+sort+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/Scg3aEkZrnI/AAAAAAAAAGI/x07HLP-0Z74/s320/To+sort+027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316560281153416818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I even got in on the act! It was actually fun. I think I am too old for all the spinning though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/Scg3ZFO_ZMI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Ek-_iufn_A4/s1600-h/To+sort+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/Scg3ZFO_ZMI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Ek-_iufn_A4/s320/To+sort+023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316560264152179906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wow! He can smile and be so handsome when he wants too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/ScgzAy1dOYI/AAAAAAAAAFw/j3W4GAr__JY/s1600-h/To+sort+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/ScgzAy1dOYI/AAAAAAAAAFw/j3W4GAr__JY/s320/To+sort+017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316555448849873282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A slight explosion in the microwave! Some friends and I were melting wax to make samples. Well we heard this small little "poof". We opened the microwave and this is what we saw. Ha ha It was so funny, I thought! I wanted a new one anyway! Notice it didn't get on the sides or the top, just the bottom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/ScgzASSL99I/AAAAAAAAAFo/O7jzlI6Epkc/s1600-h/To+sort+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/ScgzASSL99I/AAAAAAAAAFo/O7jzlI6Epkc/s320/To+sort+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316555440112007122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Blake's kindergarten class and Ava had a field trip to the Teddy Bear Clinic at the local community college. It was so cute! Their teddy's got checked and they learned a lot about being safe, keeping clean, and exercise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817707263457312625-302708417293175602?l=emmacochran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmacochran.blogspot.com/feeds/302708417293175602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1817707263457312625&amp;postID=302708417293175602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817707263457312625/posts/default/302708417293175602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817707263457312625/posts/default/302708417293175602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmacochran.blogspot.com/2009/03/random-pictures.html' title='Random Pictures'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06363306516304195861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SQUw2rSasSI/AAAAAAAAAAg/DZmK1rkfowk/S220/100_0009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/Scg3Yvy9XOI/AAAAAAAAAF4/eQjtVuKIGrM/s72-c/To+sort+021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817707263457312625.post-5107281578808194990</id><published>2009-02-28T07:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T07:46:50.092-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance Fever!</title><content type='html'>We attended a friend's wedding last night and my 2 "little angels" turned into dancing fools! Oh my goodness! We couldn't keep them off the dance floor. Needless to say they sure slept well last night! The pictures aren't all that great. They were just moving way to much for a great picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/Salb7c-f8eI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/IklKunjO8UE/s1600-h/Dayna%27s+Wedding+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/Salb7c-f8eI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/IklKunjO8UE/s320/Dayna%27s+Wedding+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307874712781582818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ava dancing the night away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/Salb7saocQI/AAAAAAAAAFY/tc0cK0hueJU/s1600-h/Dayna%27s+Wedding+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/Salb7saocQI/AAAAAAAAAFY/tc0cK0hueJU/s320/Dayna%27s+Wedding+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307874716926112002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He was all grins after dancing like a mad man!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817707263457312625-5107281578808194990?l=emmacochran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmacochran.blogspot.com/feeds/5107281578808194990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1817707263457312625&amp;postID=5107281578808194990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817707263457312625/posts/default/5107281578808194990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817707263457312625/posts/default/5107281578808194990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmacochran.blogspot.com/2009/02/dance-fever.html' title='Dance Fever!'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06363306516304195861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SQUw2rSasSI/AAAAAAAAAAg/DZmK1rkfowk/S220/100_0009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/Salb7c-f8eI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/IklKunjO8UE/s72-c/Dayna%27s+Wedding+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817707263457312625.post-3511238841801104061</id><published>2009-02-27T07:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T07:37:07.757-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Little Ladybug</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SagGcz__vfI/AAAAAAAAAFI/qbdGvTjKO-s/s1600-h/Ladybug+Ava+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SagGcz__vfI/AAAAAAAAAFI/qbdGvTjKO-s/s320/Ladybug+Ava+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307499252920860146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ava finally got to wear her ladybug raincoat, and she was so happy! When she first got it, she wore it around the house wanting rain. Well it finally rained yesterday (ignore the date on the picture) and it was like 40 degrees so she got to wear the coat. If that is all it takes to make her happy, boy I could have saved some money on all those toys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817707263457312625-3511238841801104061?l=emmacochran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmacochran.blogspot.com/feeds/3511238841801104061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1817707263457312625&amp;postID=3511238841801104061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817707263457312625/posts/default/3511238841801104061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817707263457312625/posts/default/3511238841801104061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmacochran.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-little-ladybug.html' title='My Little Ladybug'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06363306516304195861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SQUw2rSasSI/AAAAAAAAAAg/DZmK1rkfowk/S220/100_0009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SagGcz__vfI/AAAAAAAAAFI/qbdGvTjKO-s/s72-c/Ladybug+Ava+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817707263457312625.post-2498781406496745250</id><published>2009-02-23T07:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T07:42:06.995-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Skating Parties are so FUN!!!</title><content type='html'>We went to a friend's Skating Party on Saturday and it was so fun! And the best part Ryan and I didn't have to put on skates! I haven't skated in forever, so the thought of Blake and Ava learning to skate while I tried to remember to skate scared me to death! But it all worked out and they had a great time. It wasn't long before they didn't want their hands held and of course they can do it all by themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SaLBzM4KwbI/AAAAAAAAAEo/DVNkl3TTRIc/s1600-h/Skating+at+Natalie%27s+Birthday+Party+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SaLBzM4KwbI/AAAAAAAAAEo/DVNkl3TTRIc/s320/Skating+at+Natalie%27s+Birthday+Party+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306016396370166194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It is hard to see in this picture, but don't you just love Rainbow colored shoelaces!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SaLBy-DUxhI/AAAAAAAAAEg/AkVYnD5FA8E/s1600-h/Skating+at+Natalie%27s+Birthday+Party+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SaLBy-DUxhI/AAAAAAAAAEg/AkVYnD5FA8E/s320/Skating+at+Natalie%27s+Birthday+Party+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306016392390428178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mr. Independent! I was really proud of him though, he did a great job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SaLCimTh6qI/AAAAAAAAAE4/aUyT3Pw6PRQ/s1600-h/Skating+at+Natalie%27s+Birthday+Party+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SaLCimTh6qI/AAAAAAAAAE4/aUyT3Pw6PRQ/s320/Skating+at+Natalie%27s+Birthday+Party+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306017210649668258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have never seen a skate so big. Blake wanted to "drive" it around so bad, but I guess it was broken. Sorry, buddy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817707263457312625-2498781406496745250?l=emmacochran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmacochran.blogspot.com/feeds/2498781406496745250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1817707263457312625&amp;postID=2498781406496745250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817707263457312625/posts/default/2498781406496745250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817707263457312625/posts/default/2498781406496745250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmacochran.blogspot.com/2009/02/skating-parties-are-so-fun.html' title='Skating Parties are so FUN!!!'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06363306516304195861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SQUw2rSasSI/AAAAAAAAAAg/DZmK1rkfowk/S220/100_0009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SaLBzM4KwbI/AAAAAAAAAEo/DVNkl3TTRIc/s72-c/Skating+at+Natalie%27s+Birthday+Party+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817707263457312625.post-5444421500751846893</id><published>2009-02-16T08:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T08:43:29.989-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I was on TV!!</title><content type='html'>Can you believe it? I was on TV! And of all things, I was talking about food. How fitting! Check out the link &lt;a href="http://www.whbf.com/"&gt;http://www.whbf.com/&lt;/a&gt; On the right side of the screen are little movies to watch. Click on the one titled Chocolate Festival.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817707263457312625-5444421500751846893?l=emmacochran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmacochran.blogspot.com/feeds/5444421500751846893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1817707263457312625&amp;postID=5444421500751846893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817707263457312625/posts/default/5444421500751846893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817707263457312625/posts/default/5444421500751846893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmacochran.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-was-on-tv.html' title='I was on TV!!'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06363306516304195861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SQUw2rSasSI/AAAAAAAAAAg/DZmK1rkfowk/S220/100_0009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817707263457312625.post-1513635622641603133</id><published>2009-02-14T13:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T13:36:42.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to Me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SZc4IUoRKtI/AAAAAAAAAEY/vn5Yz8jU47Y/s1600-h/Valentine%27s+Party+at+GCS+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SZc4IUoRKtI/AAAAAAAAAEY/vn5Yz8jU47Y/s320/Valentine%27s+Party+at+GCS+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302768801879763666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and my "mostly perfect" family! Thanks for celebrating my birthday with me. I love you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SZc2QS2NL9I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/1nLMLKHOuPU/s1600-h/Valentine%27s+Party+at+GCS+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SZc2QS2NL9I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/1nLMLKHOuPU/s320/Valentine%27s+Party+at+GCS+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302766739817050066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and my date Blake. The excitement on his face is not from being with me the picture was taken right as he found out his best friend CJ just walked into the restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I hate to admit it, yes I had a birthday. But I am officially counting backward now so I turned 24! Blake took me on a "double date" for my birthday. Him and I and Ryan and Ava. Blake got all dressed up for me and even paid for "our" meal out of his Lightning McQueen wallet. He was so sweet! Why can't he be like that all the time?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817707263457312625-1513635622641603133?l=emmacochran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmacochran.blogspot.com/feeds/1513635622641603133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1817707263457312625&amp;postID=1513635622641603133' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817707263457312625/posts/default/1513635622641603133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817707263457312625/posts/default/1513635622641603133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmacochran.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday to Me!'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06363306516304195861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SQUw2rSasSI/AAAAAAAAAAg/DZmK1rkfowk/S220/100_0009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SZc4IUoRKtI/AAAAAAAAAEY/vn5Yz8jU47Y/s72-c/Valentine%27s+Party+at+GCS+013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817707263457312625.post-7405973733054482771</id><published>2009-02-08T08:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T08:48:53.230-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monster Jam</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SY8Mz2oURpI/AAAAAAAAAEI/BnY45W3GU_g/s1600-h/MonsterJam+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SY8Mz2oURpI/AAAAAAAAAEI/BnY45W3GU_g/s320/MonsterJam+022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300469371415840402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SY8LRPK_D0I/AAAAAAAAAEA/ap0EYOvA6L4/s1600-h/MonsterJam+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SY8LRPK_D0I/AAAAAAAAAEA/ap0EYOvA6L4/s320/MonsterJam+021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300467677196652354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan and Blake went to Monster Jam at the Peoria Civic Center Saturday.  Attached are pictures of Blake's 2 favorite Monster Trucks, Raminator and Avenger. Don't you love Blake's headphones? He is not one for loud noises, so they were a must. I think they had a good time, but they want to do a outside venue next time. More Monster Truck action, well at least that is what Ryan says!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817707263457312625-7405973733054482771?l=emmacochran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmacochran.blogspot.com/feeds/7405973733054482771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1817707263457312625&amp;postID=7405973733054482771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817707263457312625/posts/default/7405973733054482771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817707263457312625/posts/default/7405973733054482771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmacochran.blogspot.com/2009/02/monster-jam.html' title='Monster Jam'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06363306516304195861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SQUw2rSasSI/AAAAAAAAAAg/DZmK1rkfowk/S220/100_0009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SY8Mz2oURpI/AAAAAAAAAEI/BnY45W3GU_g/s72-c/MonsterJam+022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817707263457312625.post-7362957760539410252</id><published>2009-02-06T06:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T06:18:12.711-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mister Blakey and Big Girlie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SYxGgEVb96I/AAAAAAAAAD4/vbVLBdD4gHo/s1600-h/Black+%26+Whites+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SYxGgEVb96I/AAAAAAAAAD4/vbVLBdD4gHo/s320/Black+%26+Whites+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299688378241644450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is what they call each other. So sweet! He asked her if she wanted a piggy back ride up and down the hallway, so that is what they did. She doesn't hold on very well, so they kept falling over. They would giggle and giggle and do it again. I just had to take a picture. They DO like each other sometimes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817707263457312625-7362957760539410252?l=emmacochran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmacochran.blogspot.com/feeds/7362957760539410252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1817707263457312625&amp;postID=7362957760539410252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817707263457312625/posts/default/7362957760539410252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817707263457312625/posts/default/7362957760539410252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmacochran.blogspot.com/2009/02/mister-blakey-and-big-girlie.html' title='Mister Blakey and Big Girlie'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06363306516304195861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SQUw2rSasSI/AAAAAAAAAAg/DZmK1rkfowk/S220/100_0009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SYxGgEVb96I/AAAAAAAAAD4/vbVLBdD4gHo/s72-c/Black+%26+Whites+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817707263457312625.post-3656082246185612996</id><published>2009-02-04T11:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T11:36:01.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Work in Progress</title><content type='html'>It's funny, I was wanting to change my blog. I was getting tired of how it looked.&lt;br /&gt;And then I saw I have a follower (Hi Kelly). Well I had to check out her blog and it looked so cute and then I found www.thecutestblogontheblock.com How fun! But just another something to keep me busy from doing my "real" work.  Oh well, it will get done someday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817707263457312625-3656082246185612996?l=emmacochran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmacochran.blogspot.com/feeds/3656082246185612996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1817707263457312625&amp;postID=3656082246185612996' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817707263457312625/posts/default/3656082246185612996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817707263457312625/posts/default/3656082246185612996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmacochran.blogspot.com/2009/02/work-in-progress.html' title='A Work in Progress'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06363306516304195861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SQUw2rSasSI/AAAAAAAAAAg/DZmK1rkfowk/S220/100_0009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817707263457312625.post-831635883266200448</id><published>2009-02-01T19:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T19:34:50.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where does time go?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SYZpmfrgiFI/AAAAAAAAADw/2QLlEOPJlnw/s1600-h/856127836108_0_ALB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SYZpmfrgiFI/AAAAAAAAADw/2QLlEOPJlnw/s320/856127836108_0_ALB.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298038121707898962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well my intentions were good for this whole blog thing. Something exciting happens at least once a week to write about, right? Well, I guess not for this family. 2 weeks have gone by and nothing, so I went backwards. "Where does the time go" can you believe that is Ava almost 2 years ago to the day! She was just as blonde back then too. Just not much of it. The picture was taken in her room when we lived in Madison. Did we actually live there? It seems so long ago. What a cutie!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817707263457312625-831635883266200448?l=emmacochran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmacochran.blogspot.com/feeds/831635883266200448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1817707263457312625&amp;postID=831635883266200448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817707263457312625/posts/default/831635883266200448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817707263457312625/posts/default/831635883266200448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmacochran.blogspot.com/2009/02/where-does-time-go.html' title='Where does time go?'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06363306516304195861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SQUw2rSasSI/AAAAAAAAAAg/DZmK1rkfowk/S220/100_0009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SYZpmfrgiFI/AAAAAAAAADw/2QLlEOPJlnw/s72-c/856127836108_0_ALB.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817707263457312625.post-9154277079188958729</id><published>2009-01-19T20:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T20:13:01.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ava Doing "Weed"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SXVO4OG2cPI/AAAAAAAAADo/ZZikRjUFgHE/s1600-h/St.+Louis+Trip+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SXVO4OG2cPI/AAAAAAAAADo/ZZikRjUFgHE/s320/St.+Louis+Trip+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293223664810356978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, let me explain this.... We got a Wii for Christmas and Ava loves to Bowl on it. Well she calls it "weed"! I about died the first time she asked me to do "weed" with her!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817707263457312625-9154277079188958729?l=emmacochran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmacochran.blogspot.com/feeds/9154277079188958729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1817707263457312625&amp;postID=9154277079188958729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817707263457312625/posts/default/9154277079188958729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817707263457312625/posts/default/9154277079188958729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmacochran.blogspot.com/2009/01/ava-doing-weed.html' title='Ava Doing &quot;Weed&quot;'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06363306516304195861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SQUw2rSasSI/AAAAAAAAAAg/DZmK1rkfowk/S220/100_0009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SXVO4OG2cPI/AAAAAAAAADo/ZZikRjUFgHE/s72-c/St.+Louis+Trip+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817707263457312625.post-8176789558452328319</id><published>2009-01-19T19:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T20:06:00.064-08:00</updated><title type='text'>St. Louis Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SXVMkpN7uUI/AAAAAAAAADg/vl7wd7icAOI/s1600-h/St.+Louis+Trip+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SXVMkpN7uUI/AAAAAAAAADg/vl7wd7icAOI/s320/St.+Louis+Trip+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293221129467181378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SXVLZUy2wbI/AAAAAAAAADY/a9rQ-w9ngrM/s1600-h/St.+Louis+Trip+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SXVLZUy2wbI/AAAAAAAAADY/a9rQ-w9ngrM/s320/St.+Louis+Trip+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293219835494711730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took a trip to St. Louis this past weekend. I think the kids had a good time. The above pictures were taken at the NASCAR SpeedPark in the St. Louis Mills mall. I, of course, was taking the pictures, but the ride sure looked like a lot of fun. Maybe even a little scary!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817707263457312625-8176789558452328319?l=emmacochran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmacochran.blogspot.com/feeds/8176789558452328319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1817707263457312625&amp;postID=8176789558452328319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817707263457312625/posts/default/8176789558452328319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817707263457312625/posts/default/8176789558452328319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmacochran.blogspot.com/2009/01/st-louis-trip.html' title='St. Louis Trip'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06363306516304195861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SQUw2rSasSI/AAAAAAAAAAg/DZmK1rkfowk/S220/100_0009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SXVMkpN7uUI/AAAAAAAAADg/vl7wd7icAOI/s72-c/St.+Louis+Trip+013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817707263457312625.post-3506350952681320028</id><published>2009-01-06T19:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T20:02:53.067-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some of My Amazing Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SWQoYNOfxXI/AAAAAAAAADQ/vx6PYDJ4BGg/s1600-h/NewYear%27s+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SWQoYNOfxXI/AAAAAAAAADQ/vx6PYDJ4BGg/s320/NewYear%27s+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288396258772239730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sorry the picture is so dark, my home computer is not working and I can not adjust the setting on the laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you reading this that are not "Ulms", my family always gets together for a family reunion on January 1st every year. Above is a picture of most of the members in my Dad's immediate family. Some of them are real "characters" let me tell you. But I love them all and wouldn't change them for anything!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817707263457312625-3506350952681320028?l=emmacochran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmacochran.blogspot.com/feeds/3506350952681320028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1817707263457312625&amp;postID=3506350952681320028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817707263457312625/posts/default/3506350952681320028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817707263457312625/posts/default/3506350952681320028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmacochran.blogspot.com/2009/01/some-of-my-amazing-family.html' title='Some of My Amazing Family'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06363306516304195861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SQUw2rSasSI/AAAAAAAAAAg/DZmK1rkfowk/S220/100_0009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SWQoYNOfxXI/AAAAAAAAADQ/vx6PYDJ4BGg/s72-c/NewYear%27s+011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817707263457312625.post-9154988413939246063</id><published>2008-12-30T07:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T07:30:54.561-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SVo-Tg0EF2I/AAAAAAAAADI/WV_cCLUci4A/s1600-h/Everything+118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SVo-Tg0EF2I/AAAAAAAAADI/WV_cCLUci4A/s320/Everything+118.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285605617619441506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I guess for some Christmas was just to much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SVo9PNpbChI/AAAAAAAAADA/zsligmAGQrk/s1600-h/Everything+060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SVo9PNpbChI/AAAAAAAAADA/zsligmAGQrk/s320/Everything+060.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285604444243429906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We even got Dad to play a game of Wii Bowling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SVo8GjZ5L3I/AAAAAAAAAC4/gUoGFVzfELE/s1600-h/Everything+115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SVo8GjZ5L3I/AAAAAAAAAC4/gUoGFVzfELE/s320/Everything+115.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285603195953426290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Blake playing guitar and Ava singing. It was so cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that everyone reading this had a wonderful Christmas! We did. The kids got way too much as usual, but I think they had a good time. Here are a few of our Christmas pictures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817707263457312625-9154988413939246063?l=emmacochran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmacochran.blogspot.com/feeds/9154988413939246063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1817707263457312625&amp;postID=9154988413939246063' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817707263457312625/posts/default/9154988413939246063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817707263457312625/posts/default/9154988413939246063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmacochran.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-pictures.html' title='Christmas Pictures'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06363306516304195861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SQUw2rSasSI/AAAAAAAAAAg/DZmK1rkfowk/S220/100_0009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SVo-Tg0EF2I/AAAAAAAAADI/WV_cCLUci4A/s72-c/Everything+118.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817707263457312625.post-3493278675460450904</id><published>2008-12-17T16:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T16:36:08.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Tooth Fairy Arrives Tonight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SUmahnP0ezI/AAAAAAAAACw/veK9G5QRgd4/s1600-h/Girls+First+Playdate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SUmahnP0ezI/AAAAAAAAACw/veK9G5QRgd4/s320/Girls+First+Playdate.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280921940330314546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It finally happened... Blake lost a tooth! It happened today at school. He said he actually pulled it out himself! He looks so cute... like a little hillbilly! We asked him what will happen tonight, his reply, "I put the tooth under my pillow and the Tooth Fairy will come" then I asked "So, what will the Tooth Fairy bring?" Blake's reply, "Money" then I say "Oh, is that right, so how much is your tooth worth?" Blake's answer "$9.00!" Are teeth really worth that much these days???? Wow, talk about inflation!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817707263457312625-3493278675460450904?l=emmacochran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmacochran.blogspot.com/feeds/3493278675460450904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1817707263457312625&amp;postID=3493278675460450904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817707263457312625/posts/default/3493278675460450904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817707263457312625/posts/default/3493278675460450904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmacochran.blogspot.com/2008/12/blake.html' title='The Tooth Fairy Arrives Tonight'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06363306516304195861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SQUw2rSasSI/AAAAAAAAAAg/DZmK1rkfowk/S220/100_0009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SUmahnP0ezI/AAAAAAAAACw/veK9G5QRgd4/s72-c/Girls+First+Playdate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817707263457312625.post-1109715396053583531</id><published>2008-11-30T19:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T19:22:29.978-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Snowfall</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/STNXzKQOp0I/AAAAAAAAACo/etJdKImX1M4/s1600-h/FirstSnowfall+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/STNXzKQOp0I/AAAAAAAAACo/etJdKImX1M4/s320/FirstSnowfall+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274656125018351426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Even Ava joined in the fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/STNW-_8wofI/AAAAAAAAACg/i_j_wY4eqaw/s1600-h/FirstSnowfall+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/STNW-_8wofI/AAAAAAAAACg/i_j_wY4eqaw/s320/FirstSnowfall+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274655228899140082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Blake's NewFriend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we woke up to snow! Blake was so excited! I, to be honest, was a little disappointed. Snow, already, YUCK! But Blake had a great time. He even "made" a new friend! HA HA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817707263457312625-1109715396053583531?l=emmacochran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmacochran.blogspot.com/feeds/1109715396053583531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1817707263457312625&amp;postID=1109715396053583531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817707263457312625/posts/default/1109715396053583531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817707263457312625/posts/default/1109715396053583531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmacochran.blogspot.com/2008/11/first-snowfall.html' title='First Snowfall'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06363306516304195861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SQUw2rSasSI/AAAAAAAAAAg/DZmK1rkfowk/S220/100_0009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/STNXzKQOp0I/AAAAAAAAACo/etJdKImX1M4/s72-c/FirstSnowfall+012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817707263457312625.post-499909706397943642</id><published>2008-11-29T12:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T12:51:38.531-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yule Like Peoria</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/STGrBo2-D2I/AAAAAAAAACY/5klBH__6G5U/s1600-h/Yule+Like+Peoria+082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/STGrBo2-D2I/AAAAAAAAACY/5klBH__6G5U/s320/Yule+Like+Peoria+082.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274184683263758178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Actually a really good picture of Blake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/STGrBbYtBpI/AAAAAAAAACQ/-gQ0dALNHqk/s1600-h/Yule+Like+Peoria+081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/STGrBbYtBpI/AAAAAAAAACQ/-gQ0dALNHqk/s320/Yule+Like+Peoria+081.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274184679647151762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The four of us outside Riverside Community Church, our church in downtown Peoria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yule Like Peoria is a Holiday Walk-A-bout in downtown Peoria. The festivities start off with the lighting of the trees around the Courthouse. Shops open up their doors to visitors with cookies and hot chocolate. It wasn't too cold, just right for a late November night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817707263457312625-499909706397943642?l=emmacochran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmacochran.blogspot.com/feeds/499909706397943642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1817707263457312625&amp;postID=499909706397943642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817707263457312625/posts/default/499909706397943642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817707263457312625/posts/default/499909706397943642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmacochran.blogspot.com/2008/11/yule-like-peoria.html' title='Yule Like Peoria'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06363306516304195861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SQUw2rSasSI/AAAAAAAAAAg/DZmK1rkfowk/S220/100_0009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/STGrBo2-D2I/AAAAAAAAACY/5klBH__6G5U/s72-c/Yule+Like+Peoria+082.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817707263457312625.post-4887528529073412218</id><published>2008-11-23T19:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T19:54:29.204-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ava's 1/2 Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SSokXaEEkSI/AAAAAAAAAB4/J25AM5R1CiQ/s1600-h/pictures+061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SSokXaEEkSI/AAAAAAAAAB4/J25AM5R1CiQ/s320/pictures+061.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272066298342576418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes, sometimes they do really love each other!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SSokXNVEpkI/AAAAAAAAABw/JkfSLgbc3g0/s1600-h/pictures+058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SSokXNVEpkI/AAAAAAAAABw/JkfSLgbc3g0/s320/pictures+058.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272066294924224066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ava blowing out her "2 1/2" candles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a kid, half birthdays were a big deal! So why not keep the tradition going. But poor Blake with his half birthday being 2 days before Christmas, we never did much, so with Ava's being a whole month before Christmas we thought why not. It's not like we did a whole lot, just a little cake, some candles, and a song.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817707263457312625-4887528529073412218?l=emmacochran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmacochran.blogspot.com/feeds/4887528529073412218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1817707263457312625&amp;postID=4887528529073412218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817707263457312625/posts/default/4887528529073412218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817707263457312625/posts/default/4887528529073412218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmacochran.blogspot.com/2008/11/avas-12-birthday.html' title='Ava&apos;s 1/2 Birthday'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06363306516304195861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SQUw2rSasSI/AAAAAAAAAAg/DZmK1rkfowk/S220/100_0009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SSokXaEEkSI/AAAAAAAAAB4/J25AM5R1CiQ/s72-c/pictures+061.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817707263457312625.post-6367680468213355168</id><published>2008-11-15T20:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T20:39:36.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SR-jlolzakI/AAAAAAAAABo/T7aUqKl-ox0/s1600-h/100_0060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SR-jlolzakI/AAAAAAAAABo/T7aUqKl-ox0/s320/100_0060.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269109955993233986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SR-jlQ1O7AI/AAAAAAAAABg/EY9fYVbxzz4/s1600-h/100_0028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SR-jlQ1O7AI/AAAAAAAAABg/EY9fYVbxzz4/s320/100_0028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269109949615500290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cinderella and Prince Charming. That is what they were going to be until Blake saw Optimus Prime (a transformer) at Wal-Mart. Oh well. It was a nice thought! So here they are Cinderella and Optimus Prime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817707263457312625-6367680468213355168?l=emmacochran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmacochran.blogspot.com/feeds/6367680468213355168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1817707263457312625&amp;postID=6367680468213355168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817707263457312625/posts/default/6367680468213355168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817707263457312625/posts/default/6367680468213355168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmacochran.blogspot.com/2008/11/halloween-2008.html' title='Halloween 2008'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06363306516304195861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SQUw2rSasSI/AAAAAAAAAAg/DZmK1rkfowk/S220/100_0009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SR-jlolzakI/AAAAAAAAABo/T7aUqKl-ox0/s72-c/100_0060.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817707263457312625.post-5367959473530610626</id><published>2008-11-15T20:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T20:25:58.281-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SR-gJzGFGAI/AAAAAAAAABY/Huxi4-iIdJ4/s1600-h/100_0073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SR-gJzGFGAI/AAAAAAAAABY/Huxi4-iIdJ4/s320/100_0073.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269106179241744386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pictured is my best helper of all time....Mom! She goes with me to just about all my events. I don't know what I would do without her! Don't you love the smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SR-gJece5UI/AAAAAAAAABQ/PhkFKtUKtq0/s1600-h/100_0070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SR-gJece5UI/AAAAAAAAABQ/PhkFKtUKtq0/s320/100_0070.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269106173698565442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And last but not least... the final product! Here are a few pictures of my display at the Lake Storey Home Show. It sure was a busy day, but well worth it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817707263457312625-5367959473530610626?l=emmacochran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmacochran.blogspot.com/feeds/5367959473530610626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1817707263457312625&amp;postID=5367959473530610626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817707263457312625/posts/default/5367959473530610626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817707263457312625/posts/default/5367959473530610626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmacochran.blogspot.com/2008/11/pictured-is-my-best-helper-of-all-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06363306516304195861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SQUw2rSasSI/AAAAAAAAAAg/DZmK1rkfowk/S220/100_0009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SR-gJzGFGAI/AAAAAAAAABY/Huxi4-iIdJ4/s72-c/100_0073.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817707263457312625.post-5061179337335001637</id><published>2008-11-15T20:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T20:14:25.775-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SR-dluvNwKI/AAAAAAAAABI/IAupS0MHKsQ/s1600-h/100_0069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SR-dluvNwKI/AAAAAAAAABI/IAupS0MHKsQ/s320/100_0069.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269103360573554850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step #3, packing of the vehicle. It just so happened that my car wasn't running right, so I got to borrow the Suburban. Thank goodness! It sure came in handy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817707263457312625-5061179337335001637?l=emmacochran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmacochran.blogspot.com/feeds/5061179337335001637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1817707263457312625&amp;postID=5061179337335001637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817707263457312625/posts/default/5061179337335001637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817707263457312625/posts/default/5061179337335001637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmacochran.blogspot.com/2008/11/step-3-packing-of-vehicle.html' title=''/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06363306516304195861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SQUw2rSasSI/AAAAAAAAAAg/DZmK1rkfowk/S220/100_0009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SR-dluvNwKI/AAAAAAAAABI/IAupS0MHKsQ/s72-c/100_0069.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817707263457312625.post-5699610958375179367</id><published>2008-11-15T19:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T19:53:43.818-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SR-Yls9MNZI/AAAAAAAAABA/ejVg5PODSQk/s1600-h/100_0068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SR-Yls9MNZI/AAAAAAAAABA/ejVg5PODSQk/s320/100_0068.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269097862537164178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is Step #2, lining of the hallway to make sure you have everything you need! I skipped showing you Step #1 because a picture of me trying to find what to take just didn't sound fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817707263457312625-5699610958375179367?l=emmacochran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmacochran.blogspot.com/feeds/5699610958375179367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1817707263457312625&amp;postID=5699610958375179367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817707263457312625/posts/default/5699610958375179367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817707263457312625/posts/default/5699610958375179367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmacochran.blogspot.com/2008/11/here-is-step-2-lining-of-hallway-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06363306516304195861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SQUw2rSasSI/AAAAAAAAAAg/DZmK1rkfowk/S220/100_0009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SR-Yls9MNZI/AAAAAAAAABA/ejVg5PODSQk/s72-c/100_0068.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817707263457312625.post-498828946972169184</id><published>2008-11-15T15:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T19:36:07.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Keeps Me Busy</title><content type='html'>So, this blogging things isn't as easy as I thought. You know, something cool or funny happens, so you write about it. Well that is way easier said than done! So here are some photos of what has been keeping me busy lately. As most of you know, I sell Usborne Books. I can sell them at Home Shows or at Events. This time of year, events are everywhere and I feel like I have been to them all! The biggest and best one around here is the Lake Storey Home Show. WOW!!! What a day! I thought I would show you my process....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817707263457312625-498828946972169184?l=emmacochran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmacochran.blogspot.com/feeds/498828946972169184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1817707263457312625&amp;postID=498828946972169184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817707263457312625/posts/default/498828946972169184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817707263457312625/posts/default/498828946972169184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmacochran.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-keeps-me-busy.html' title='What Keeps Me Busy'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06363306516304195861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SQUw2rSasSI/AAAAAAAAAAg/DZmK1rkfowk/S220/100_0009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817707263457312625.post-2698609435289180630</id><published>2008-10-18T19:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T19:46:18.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Return Trip to Madison!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SPqeFEWOt8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/4d8rrhB4SFo/s1600-h/100_6680.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SPqeFEWOt8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/4d8rrhB4SFo/s320/100_6680.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258689324811990978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, I am going to give this whole "blogging" thing a try, finally! Everyone else does it. I love reading their's, so here goes one of my own! And what a better way to start then our trip to Madison. Some of you may know, we lived in Madison for 2 years! It was quite the experience. Some good, some bad, some all around learning experiences that I think we needed. But it would be a whole separate story!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway here we are again! This picture was taken earlier today around the Capitol Square in Madison. We did "Farmers Market" first then had to stop for a quick picture. Notice our "fifth" family member! Ava insisted on having her bear in the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far it has been a great trip! We really have missed it up here! Don't know that I am ready to move back yet, but it sure is nice to visit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817707263457312625-2698609435289180630?l=emmacochran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmacochran.blogspot.com/feeds/2698609435289180630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1817707263457312625&amp;postID=2698609435289180630' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817707263457312625/posts/default/2698609435289180630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817707263457312625/posts/default/2698609435289180630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmacochran.blogspot.com/2008/10/our-return-trip-to-madison.html' title='Our Return Trip to Madison!'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06363306516304195861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SQUw2rSasSI/AAAAAAAAAAg/DZmK1rkfowk/S220/100_0009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N2NBmdX3Bd8/SPqeFEWOt8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/4d8rrhB4SFo/s72-c/100_6680.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
