<?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-5299918955795973380</id><updated>2012-02-16T04:32:12.438-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kristen</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristenkremer.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299918955795973380/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristenkremer.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14671792065365092651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>57</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299918955795973380.post-3552090841727287755</id><published>2010-01-20T18:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T18:37:39.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Cow!</title><content type='html'>Does anybody remember that I actually have a blog?  Cause it seems like I totally forgot.  I don't even have a good excuse.  I stop by, read everybody else's and then go away.  There really hasn't been much going on with me anyway.  We had Christmas, we had New Year's, we had Martin Luther King Day.  It's been good.  So let me upload some pictures, and I'll write more later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5299918955795973380-3552090841727287755?l=kristenkremer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristenkremer.blogspot.com/feeds/3552090841727287755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5299918955795973380&amp;postID=3552090841727287755' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299918955795973380/posts/default/3552090841727287755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299918955795973380/posts/default/3552090841727287755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristenkremer.blogspot.com/2010/01/holy-cow.html' title='Holy Cow!'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14671792065365092651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299918955795973380.post-5478604551879427647</id><published>2009-11-04T19:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T19:44:27.537-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sickies</title><content type='html'>Fall has hit the Kremer family. And it hit us hard. Jesse and Freddie have definitely had it the worst with the flu. Jesse was curled up in bed for 7 days and basically out of his mind. Freddie got an ear infection on top of his flu and didn't move or eat for 2 days. Not very pleasant. And I don't like talking about things that are unpleasant, so I shall move on. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was Halloween! Henry decided to think outside the box when it came to his costume. Come to think of it, I don't believe Henry even knows what "the box" looks like, it's part of his charm. His invented Pokemon turned out okay. He liked it and that's the important part. A few people asked him if he was a gumball machine and that ticked him off, but he got over it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400458794611424994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/SvJIqSzyvuI/AAAAAAAAAPg/e82upQeAGH8/s320/IMG_1674.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Freddie was the best dinosaur ever! At least for this year. Wyatt was pretty dang cute when he wore it last year. But Fred finally started walking the week before Halloween so his walk was still all unsteady and dino-like, so cute! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400459984147533794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/SvJJviLTT-I/AAAAAAAAAPo/aWVxf9BKtdk/s320/IMG_1680.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And there you have it! I will end with one of Henry's favorite lines.  "See ya later, alligator."  "In a while, poop-face!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5299918955795973380-5478604551879427647?l=kristenkremer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristenkremer.blogspot.com/feeds/5478604551879427647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5299918955795973380&amp;postID=5478604551879427647' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299918955795973380/posts/default/5478604551879427647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299918955795973380/posts/default/5478604551879427647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristenkremer.blogspot.com/2009/11/sickies.html' title='The Sickies'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14671792065365092651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/SvJIqSzyvuI/AAAAAAAAAPg/e82upQeAGH8/s72-c/IMG_1674.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299918955795973380.post-6112043403939428113</id><published>2009-10-20T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T20:21:12.944-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our day with Natalie!</title><content type='html'>So my dear friend Jamie had to go out of town for business.  All the way to Idaho, I hope she doesn't get lost.  In the meantime, her daughter, Natalie, gets to stay with us.  She got here at 8 this morning.  Luckily, they go to school at 9 so I didn't totally go insane.  After school we did homework, some computer time and then for dinner we played "Restaurant".  Best game ever if you are baby sitting.  I typed up a menu and let them order what they wanted.  They loved it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/St55dRNo9fI/AAAAAAAAAPI/F_C5py6xbpY/s1600-h/IMG_1659.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394882947380213234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/St55dRNo9fI/AAAAAAAAAPI/F_C5py6xbpY/s320/IMG_1659.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This picture doesn't really capture the joy and the magic of our meal, but believe me, it was there.  Even Fred had a super good time.  See below:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394883719162969202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/St56KMU_PHI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/olv67pEcBeY/s320/IMG_1661.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Order up!  They both ordered peas, who knew!  Kids like vegetables.  Then one got macaroni and one got chicken.  I made them both from scratch.  Okay, that's a lie.  They were both frozen and I warmed them up so dinner was ready in 5 minutes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/St55I0wr9VI/AAAAAAAAAPA/jhGDtgBtooo/s1600-h/IMG_1658.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394882596145198418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/St55I0wr9VI/AAAAAAAAAPA/jhGDtgBtooo/s320/IMG_1658.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then I got to put curlers in Natalie's hair.  I LOVED IT!  I still don't want a girl, but it was fun to have one for one night.  I told her to give me a sassy face.  This does not seem all that sassy to me.  Somebody moved her cheese!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394884444289208738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 304px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/St560ZojkaI/AAAAAAAAAPY/f-19o2QSSLE/s320/IMG_1665.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5299918955795973380-6112043403939428113?l=kristenkremer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristenkremer.blogspot.com/feeds/6112043403939428113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5299918955795973380&amp;postID=6112043403939428113' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299918955795973380/posts/default/6112043403939428113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299918955795973380/posts/default/6112043403939428113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristenkremer.blogspot.com/2009/10/our-day-with-natalie.html' title='Our day with Natalie!'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14671792065365092651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/St55dRNo9fI/AAAAAAAAAPI/F_C5py6xbpY/s72-c/IMG_1659.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299918955795973380.post-3257382067867901716</id><published>2009-10-18T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T19:15:04.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No excuses</title><content type='html'>My blog has been really sad lately.  And I have no excuse to offer.  There has been a lot going on, I just haven't written about it.  But I am turning a page and offering you a new glimpse into my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We moved!  I can't tell you what a relief that is.  A million billion thanks to Ashley "The Babe" Gibbs for getting me up off my duff and finding a place suitable for my family.  We are still in an apartment, but it is a MUCH nicer apartment.  Plus, the experience forced me to expunge a few unnecessary items from my life.  I took 5 or 6 truckloads to the D.I. and it's like a weight has been lifted.  I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freddie walks!  He just started tottering around on Friday and it is the cutest thing on the planet!  I love the first two weeks or so of walking where they are still super wobbly and look a little like Frankensteins monster.  He is very pleased with himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henry is getting used to his class at school.  He can now count to 100 in Chinese and sing a few songs.  I think sometime after Christmas the Chinese will really click in his brain and he will be off.  It's going to be so awesome when the commies take over and Henry can save us all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that is the big update for now.  Hope you enjoyed it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5299918955795973380-3257382067867901716?l=kristenkremer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristenkremer.blogspot.com/feeds/3257382067867901716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5299918955795973380&amp;postID=3257382067867901716' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299918955795973380/posts/default/3257382067867901716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299918955795973380/posts/default/3257382067867901716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristenkremer.blogspot.com/2009/10/no-excuses.html' title='No excuses'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14671792065365092651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299918955795973380.post-3127804168195855635</id><published>2009-09-21T06:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T07:04:02.392-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fred V. The Banana</title><content type='html'>Fred seems to battle with food quite a bit. And the kid definitely wins most of the time. My Freddie loves to eat. This time he somehow got his hands on a banana when I wasn't paying attention. He tore into that thing like a fat kid with cake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383920995741422770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/SreHntHvVLI/AAAAAAAAAOw/PpP_n3hNSek/s320/IMG_1574.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383920089516744194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/SreGy9K8HgI/AAAAAAAAAOo/F7E1zFyM8Lc/s320/IMG_1573.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5299918955795973380-3127804168195855635?l=kristenkremer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristenkremer.blogspot.com/feeds/3127804168195855635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5299918955795973380&amp;postID=3127804168195855635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299918955795973380/posts/default/3127804168195855635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299918955795973380/posts/default/3127804168195855635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristenkremer.blogspot.com/2009/09/fred-v-banana.html' title='Fred V. The Banana'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14671792065365092651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/SreHntHvVLI/AAAAAAAAAOw/PpP_n3hNSek/s72-c/IMG_1574.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299918955795973380.post-4606926064429811547</id><published>2009-09-08T23:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T23:42:08.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Henry at School</title><content type='html'>My delightful Henry is now in the 1st grade.  He is doing a super cool Chinese Immersion program.  Half of his classes are taught in Chinese.  I mean, the teacher doesn't speak a word of English to them for half the day.  It's really been a big adjustment, but it will totally be worth it when he's done with elementary and completely fluent.  Right now he hates it, but he hates everything that makes him hold still. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henry has developed some interesting coping mechanisms for school.  Here is a copy of his first math test.  You may have to click on it bigger to see what kind of work he did, but it is awesome.  He told me he felt like writing 7's.  This kid is a keeper for sure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/SqdNcwzEYlI/AAAAAAAAAOg/B39DSecsGog/s1600-h/HenryMath.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379353436448121426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 247px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/SqdNcwzEYlI/AAAAAAAAAOg/B39DSecsGog/s320/HenryMath.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5299918955795973380-4606926064429811547?l=kristenkremer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristenkremer.blogspot.com/feeds/4606926064429811547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5299918955795973380&amp;postID=4606926064429811547' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299918955795973380/posts/default/4606926064429811547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299918955795973380/posts/default/4606926064429811547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristenkremer.blogspot.com/2009/09/henry-at-school.html' title='Henry at School'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14671792065365092651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/SqdNcwzEYlI/AAAAAAAAAOg/B39DSecsGog/s72-c/HenryMath.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299918955795973380.post-802082842015031494</id><published>2009-08-19T20:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T21:01:07.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>August</title><content type='html'>I really can't think of anything to say, but since it's now the 19th and I haven't put in anything for August, I need to do something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is my something.  Jesse and Henry leave tomorrow for a trip to San Fran.  I wish I could say I was jealous I don't get to go, but I am too excited for 3 days alone with my Fred.  We need some bonding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the big boys get back I will put up pictures of their trip.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5299918955795973380-802082842015031494?l=kristenkremer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristenkremer.blogspot.com/feeds/802082842015031494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5299918955795973380&amp;postID=802082842015031494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299918955795973380/posts/default/802082842015031494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299918955795973380/posts/default/802082842015031494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristenkremer.blogspot.com/2009/08/august.html' title='August'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14671792065365092651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299918955795973380.post-2908205231024060430</id><published>2009-07-10T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T10:31:20.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Henry</title><content type='html'>Jesse: Henry, you stink!  Did you fart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henry: No. It was probably just some air coming out of my ear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5299918955795973380-2908205231024060430?l=kristenkremer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristenkremer.blogspot.com/feeds/2908205231024060430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5299918955795973380&amp;postID=2908205231024060430' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299918955795973380/posts/default/2908205231024060430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299918955795973380/posts/default/2908205231024060430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristenkremer.blogspot.com/2009/07/henry.html' title='Henry'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14671792065365092651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299918955795973380.post-752678626169428090</id><published>2009-06-30T21:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T22:06:19.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Stuff</title><content type='html'>Kinda &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;deceiving&lt;/span&gt; since we don't have any new stuff. I don't know if we're just a boring family or if I have a bad memory and can't write about all the super cool stuff we do. It's probably the memory, cause I'm pretty sure we're exciting. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Summer break from school is the pits! It's only been three weeks and Henry and I are sick of each other. All he wants to do is play pokemon and I just want to do pretty much anything else. We did go swimming this week and that was fun. The pool had a little tube slide that we kept trying to get Henry to go down. He was at the top and starting to cry about it, so I told him to sit down and I'd get him off. He sat down with all the blind faith of a 6 year old and I pushed him down. He wasn't really mad at me, but he wouldn't try again. Fair enough I say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we took the boys to Samurai Sushi. BEST sushi in the world! THE BEST! We got Henry to try one roll (Because it's named the pokemon roll) and he started gagging and spitting. I was soooo embarassed. Then we fed it all to Freddie and he loved it! At the shrimp, the crab, the fish eggs, even the pickled ginger! My baby is already so cultured.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, to finish it off here are some cute pictures of the cutest kids ever. If you disagree with me I'll whack you in the knee cap. Seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353353004802840738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/SkruMdCLGKI/AAAAAAAAANw/ejQo9m7kGUk/s320/IMG_1244.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353353336066544658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/SkrufvFmFBI/AAAAAAAAAN4/TJSNfrfTARM/s320/IMG_1204.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5299918955795973380-752678626169428090?l=kristenkremer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristenkremer.blogspot.com/feeds/752678626169428090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5299918955795973380&amp;postID=752678626169428090' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299918955795973380/posts/default/752678626169428090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299918955795973380/posts/default/752678626169428090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristenkremer.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-stuff.html' title='New Stuff'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14671792065365092651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/SkruMdCLGKI/AAAAAAAAANw/ejQo9m7kGUk/s72-c/IMG_1244.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299918955795973380.post-372939988616241667</id><published>2009-06-18T22:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T22:50:50.595-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Ladies Night + Gina</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let's just say it.  I'm now 30.  I will not hide from my age like I thought I would.  I am embracing this new stage in my life.  It certainly didn't hurt my outlook that everybody I know made me feel so loved on my birthday.  Henry was adorable and gave me a Hello Kitty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;key chain&lt;/span&gt;.  Jesse got me gift cards to my favorite stores for $30 each.  My neighbor Jamie brought me a cake that didn't say happy birthday, but U R HOT.  It was a super great day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Two days later, my super sexy and awesome and nice cousins gave me a little party.  We were going to force ourselves on the general population, but due to baby sitting problems ate over at Kate's house.  It really turned out for the best that way.  We were loud and crazy and danced our hearts out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/Sjsk8i_BHKI/AAAAAAAAANo/yE8hvbkvFig/s1600-h/IMG_1170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348909605034466466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/Sjsk8i_BHKI/AAAAAAAAANo/yE8hvbkvFig/s320/IMG_1170.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Damn Gina!  Why did you invite Peter?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/SjskC4qWCkI/AAAAAAAAANY/gOtSqi_9QIQ/s1600-h/IMG_1182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348908614420924994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/SjskC4qWCkI/AAAAAAAAANY/gOtSqi_9QIQ/s320/IMG_1182.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Half of the sushi yumminess.  It was so delicious!  Thanks to Andrea and Ashley for picking it up and flirting with the Korean chefs.  And a huge shout out to Kate for making the molten lava cakes.  Yum-O! (I just wanted to shoot myself for typing that) If my camera hadn't run out of batteries you would all be able to see the loveliness that was the cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/Sjsj0TmCfvI/AAAAAAAAANQ/TlbyajC4K2I/s1600-h/IMG_1186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348908363952586482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/Sjsj0TmCfvI/AAAAAAAAANQ/TlbyajC4K2I/s320/IMG_1186.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kate meet sushi.  Sushi meet Kate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/SjsjlQ8bL1I/AAAAAAAAANI/18F_fpHgR6A/s1600-h/IMG_1187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348908105543135058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/SjsjlQ8bL1I/AAAAAAAAANI/18F_fpHgR6A/s320/IMG_1187.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I got way better pictures of everybody than this, but who wants to see those?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348909347221278002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/SjsktijkDTI/AAAAAAAAANg/lC00WhZqW_0/s320/IMG_1173.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I get to be the pretty one this time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5299918955795973380-372939988616241667?l=kristenkremer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristenkremer.blogspot.com/feeds/372939988616241667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5299918955795973380&amp;postID=372939988616241667' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299918955795973380/posts/default/372939988616241667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299918955795973380/posts/default/372939988616241667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristenkremer.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-ladies-night-gina.html' title='It&apos;s Ladies Night + Gina'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14671792065365092651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/Sjsk8i_BHKI/AAAAAAAAANo/yE8hvbkvFig/s72-c/IMG_1170.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299918955795973380.post-650244105521432617</id><published>2009-06-11T16:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T17:38:40.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We Love Fred!</title><content type='html'>As you all have heard me crying, you know that my baby turned one this week. Freddie is now a man. Or at least getting a little closer to it. The little man has been very sick lately so we ditched the big party and had a little cake with just the four of us. It really turned out for the best since Freddie wasn't really in a party mood to start with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346227214284570610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/SjGdU2v1P_I/AAAAAAAAAMw/KGDcvrBHgRI/s320/IMG_1123.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we put Fred in the party chair with his balloons and he didn't like it at all. He wasn't going to put up with any of our crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/SjGeMCAvKMI/AAAAAAAAANA/Rtp8VlTuAw4/s1600-h/IMG_1139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346228162201069762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/SjGeMCAvKMI/AAAAAAAAANA/Rtp8VlTuAw4/s320/IMG_1139.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He did perk up a bit when we gave him some Cherrios. He ate and watched us hurry and get the party ready to go. I was woefully unprepared for this event. I have some issues I need to work on. Anyway, back to the party!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/SjGdxicBU3I/AAAAAAAAAM4/r6g9AtEB6bc/s1600-h/IMG_1141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346227707048973170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/SjGdxicBU3I/AAAAAAAAAM4/r6g9AtEB6bc/s320/IMG_1141.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love this picture. We hadn't even really started yet, Jesse was still wrapping presents and I thought I'd take a picture of the cake. Freddie decided he was ready to start and grabbed his own cupcake and started digging in. You really don't get to tell Freddie what the plan is, he makes his own plan. He's kind of like Chuck Norris that way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/SjGcrG1SqLI/AAAAAAAAAMo/7xFZzXw6E-k/s1600-h/IMG_1145.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346226497047931058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/SjGcrG1SqLI/AAAAAAAAAMo/7xFZzXw6E-k/s320/IMG_1145.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "Hey, that's pretty tasty. Do you think they saw me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/SjGZy1AjYjI/AAAAAAAAAMY/BGeYY9WFMzs/s1600-h/IMG_1151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346223331167396402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/SjGZy1AjYjI/AAAAAAAAAMY/BGeYY9WFMzs/s320/IMG_1151.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then he just went for broke and started shoving it in like there was no tomorrow. We had managed to sing to him first, but just barely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/SjGZJ1B0CBI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/TkChnKL_8yk/s1600-h/IMG_1160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346222626798045202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/SjGZJ1B0CBI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/TkChnKL_8yk/s320/IMG_1160.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then while Freddie was eating Henry helped him open his presents. This kept Henry entertained, which was very nice, and Freddie just kept working on the frosting around him. I think he ended up enjoying himself after all. He is always happier when Henry is around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/SjGY41JRq4I/AAAAAAAAAMI/xRq37-4aIVU/s1600-h/IMG_1168.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346222334771571586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/SjGY41JRq4I/AAAAAAAAAMI/xRq37-4aIVU/s320/IMG_1168.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "So guys, what are we going to do tomorrow?" I love that he looks like a grown up in this one. A grown up with a duck who's covered in frosting. This looks more deadly than the oreo incident.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;10 Things I love about Freddie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. He hates all forms and types of cheese.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. He demands cuddles out of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3. He adores his older brother and laughs at almost everything Henry does.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4. The boy knows how to eat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5. His big bald head is beautiful and perfect and good for rubbing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6. It feels like Freddie has always been a part of our family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;7. He takes his time and does things his way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;8. He claps for just about everything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;9. He plays with his tongue a lot and is always finding new noises he can make with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;10. Watching him grow is a delight and a blessing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5299918955795973380-650244105521432617?l=kristenkremer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristenkremer.blogspot.com/feeds/650244105521432617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5299918955795973380&amp;postID=650244105521432617' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299918955795973380/posts/default/650244105521432617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299918955795973380/posts/default/650244105521432617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristenkremer.blogspot.com/2009/06/we-love-fred.html' title='We Love Fred!'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14671792065365092651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/SjGdU2v1P_I/AAAAAAAAAMw/KGDcvrBHgRI/s72-c/IMG_1123.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299918955795973380.post-3238680261133043228</id><published>2009-06-11T16:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T16:45:36.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Henry's Wisdom</title><content type='html'>The setting:  Henry getting out of the tub, while I hold his towel out for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dialogue: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Take the towel and cover up your privacy." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henry:  "Yeah, my privacy looks kinda gross."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  "I know, everybody's do."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5299918955795973380-3238680261133043228?l=kristenkremer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristenkremer.blogspot.com/feeds/3238680261133043228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5299918955795973380&amp;postID=3238680261133043228' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299918955795973380/posts/default/3238680261133043228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299918955795973380/posts/default/3238680261133043228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristenkremer.blogspot.com/2009/06/henrys-wisdom.html' title='Henry&apos;s Wisdom'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14671792065365092651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299918955795973380.post-5893624518892836744</id><published>2009-06-07T20:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T20:23:38.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Freddie V. The Oreo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/SiyDrzDootI/AAAAAAAAAMA/TDZ5dGTE99g/s1600-h/IMG_1068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344791646245003986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/SiyDrzDootI/AAAAAAAAAMA/TDZ5dGTE99g/s320/IMG_1068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/SiyDBAuHUiI/AAAAAAAAAL4/d5VlKGHq87s/s1600-h/IMG_1073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344790911178461730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/SiyDBAuHUiI/AAAAAAAAAL4/d5VlKGHq87s/s320/IMG_1073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/SiyCn9WherI/AAAAAAAAALw/eKPH1_pIcz8/s1600-h/IMG_1076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344790480777476786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/SiyCn9WherI/AAAAAAAAALw/eKPH1_pIcz8/s320/IMG_1076.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/SiyCWK6bdNI/AAAAAAAAALo/QptCi-QcMZQ/s1600-h/IMG_1077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344790175180092626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/SiyCWK6bdNI/AAAAAAAAALo/QptCi-QcMZQ/s320/IMG_1077.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5299918955795973380-5893624518892836744?l=kristenkremer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristenkremer.blogspot.com/feeds/5893624518892836744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5299918955795973380&amp;postID=5893624518892836744' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299918955795973380/posts/default/5893624518892836744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299918955795973380/posts/default/5893624518892836744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristenkremer.blogspot.com/2009/06/freddie-v-oreo.html' title='Freddie V. The Oreo'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14671792065365092651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/SiyDrzDootI/AAAAAAAAAMA/TDZ5dGTE99g/s72-c/IMG_1068.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299918955795973380.post-736619486764277162</id><published>2009-06-02T17:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T17:59:56.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Stud!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The love of my life, Jesse, turned 30 yesterday.  We really didn't get the chance to do much, but we threw together a little party for the old man.  Jesse is a huge Superman fan, so that was our theme for the evenings events.  It's not as cool as Henry's set up was this year, but I thought it was Super!  Sorry, for the pun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/SiXH8ksswTI/AAAAAAAAALc/W7MRm04m4vE/s1600-h/IMG_1053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342896376402198834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/SiXH8ksswTI/AAAAAAAAALc/W7MRm04m4vE/s320/IMG_1053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We bought a German Chocolate cake from the bakery.  It's Jesse favorite and I just didn't want to make a cake that day.  We personalized it with some frosting.  You can thank Henry for the handy work.  We called it the spaghetti cake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/SiXHnH6-B5I/AAAAAAAAALU/4R2FiPT3uvI/s1600-h/IMG_1055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342896007900170130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/SiXHnH6-B5I/AAAAAAAAALU/4R2FiPT3uvI/s320/IMG_1055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And here we have the most awkward family photo ever.  Jesse and Henry look like I'm pointing a gun at them.  Ready to shoot if they don't look happy.  And there is sweet Freddie saying, "bring it lady".  I promise we really did have fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/SiXHL_2s91I/AAAAAAAAALM/LcpEwTGpOpM/s1600-h/IMG_1059B.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342895541878323026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 317px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/SiXHL_2s91I/AAAAAAAAALM/LcpEwTGpOpM/s320/IMG_1059B.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This photo was taken just 2 minutes later and you can see a genuine smile.  Jesse loved his new Zelda T-shirt.  Yes, I married a very large 8 year old boy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/SiXGr1MnUsI/AAAAAAAAALE/DVeC-4CSObk/s1600-h/IMG_1061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342894989261624002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/SiXGr1MnUsI/AAAAAAAAALE/DVeC-4CSObk/s320/IMG_1061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here he is with the 1,000 ticket coupon from the arcade.  HOORAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/SiXGbiplRKI/AAAAAAAAAK8/JWTjDxKZZF0/s1600-h/IMG_1063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342894709404943522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/SiXGbiplRKI/AAAAAAAAAK8/JWTjDxKZZF0/s320/IMG_1063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;10 Things I Love About Jesse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  He is stinking cute and makes really cute babies.&lt;br /&gt;2.  He will watch America's Next Top Model with me and not make fun of it.&lt;br /&gt;3.  He is a very talented guitar player and is passing this on to our children.&lt;br /&gt;4.  His poofy lips!&lt;br /&gt;5.  He has managed to keep me entertained for 7 years.  No easy feat.&lt;br /&gt;6.  He is nice to his in-laws. &lt;br /&gt;7.  He doesn't get mad when the house is messy.&lt;br /&gt;8.  Nobody else makes me laugh as hard as he does.  I love all our inside jokes.&lt;br /&gt;9.  His adorable geekness.  Star Wars, Dr. Who, Harry Potter, he loves them all.&lt;br /&gt;10.  He gives me the best hugs EVER!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Baby Cakes!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5299918955795973380-736619486764277162?l=kristenkremer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristenkremer.blogspot.com/feeds/736619486764277162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5299918955795973380&amp;postID=736619486764277162' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299918955795973380/posts/default/736619486764277162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299918955795973380/posts/default/736619486764277162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristenkremer.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-birthday-stud.html' title='Happy Birthday Stud!'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14671792065365092651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/SiXH8ksswTI/AAAAAAAAALc/W7MRm04m4vE/s72-c/IMG_1053.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299918955795973380.post-4351959049834663941</id><published>2009-05-31T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T21:39:59.605-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jasmine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our neighbor Jamie has a favorite restaurant named Jasmine.  She has actually been there everyday some weeks.  Both our gangs went for dinner last week and had a lovely time on the patio.  The food is lovely and so is the patio, you should all go.  Here is proof of how much fun we had.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Natalie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/SiNaaeQtjQI/AAAAAAAAAK0/2GT68TqGxsw/s1600-h/IMG_1031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342212993837796610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/SiNaaeQtjQI/AAAAAAAAAK0/2GT68TqGxsw/s320/IMG_1031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Henry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/SiNaMyG78bI/AAAAAAAAAKs/4po6Dqkd_hs/s1600-h/IMG_1029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342212758647337394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/SiNaMyG78bI/AAAAAAAAAKs/4po6Dqkd_hs/s320/IMG_1029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5299918955795973380-4351959049834663941?l=kristenkremer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristenkremer.blogspot.com/feeds/4351959049834663941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5299918955795973380&amp;postID=4351959049834663941' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299918955795973380/posts/default/4351959049834663941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299918955795973380/posts/default/4351959049834663941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristenkremer.blogspot.com/2009/05/jasmine.html' title='Jasmine'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14671792065365092651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/SiNaaeQtjQI/AAAAAAAAAK0/2GT68TqGxsw/s72-c/IMG_1031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299918955795973380.post-3173250617816034687</id><published>2009-05-05T16:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T16:13:16.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brothers</title><content type='html'>I took my two precious boys outside for a little photo shoot the other day.  They are both adorable and I think it went pretty well.  Henry really tried to help me get Freddie's attention, but he was being a stinkpot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/SgDHM1B543I/AAAAAAAAAKk/L2WD0sG8S3Q/s1600-h/IMG_0917.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332480982014092146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/SgDHM1B543I/AAAAAAAAAKk/L2WD0sG8S3Q/s320/IMG_0917.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "Look, Fred!  Look at the camera."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/SgDHB6otqxI/AAAAAAAAAKc/T8bNsKKa4ts/s1600-h/IMG_0919.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332480794540485394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/SgDHB6otqxI/AAAAAAAAAKc/T8bNsKKa4ts/s320/IMG_0919.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is what brotherhood should always look like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/SgDG2rIKr3I/AAAAAAAAAKU/4dp0EJi9viE/s1600-h/IMG_0920.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332480601398882162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/SgDG2rIKr3I/AAAAAAAAAKU/4dp0EJi9viE/s320/IMG_0920.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is what brotherhood usually looks like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/SgDGmmvdmTI/AAAAAAAAAKM/wapdlaXpAa8/s1600-h/IMG_0921.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332480325343615282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/SgDGmmvdmTI/AAAAAAAAAKM/wapdlaXpAa8/s320/IMG_0921.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Talking about how annoying mom is with her camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/SgDFyStotLI/AAAAAAAAAKE/_iSZoFOulxQ/s1600-h/IMG_0924.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332479426614047922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/SgDFyStotLI/AAAAAAAAAKE/_iSZoFOulxQ/s320/IMG_0924.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This one is by far my favorite picture.  I know that in 10 years when they're 16 and 11 I will be getting this look all the time.  I probably won't think it's as cute though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5299918955795973380-3173250617816034687?l=kristenkremer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristenkremer.blogspot.com/feeds/3173250617816034687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5299918955795973380&amp;postID=3173250617816034687' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299918955795973380/posts/default/3173250617816034687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299918955795973380/posts/default/3173250617816034687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristenkremer.blogspot.com/2009/05/brothers.html' title='Brothers'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14671792065365092651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/SgDHM1B543I/AAAAAAAAAKk/L2WD0sG8S3Q/s72-c/IMG_0917.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299918955795973380.post-1301084537755032572</id><published>2009-04-29T11:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T11:25:03.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funnies</title><content type='html'>We were in the car and listening to the radio.  The song "Gives You Hell" by the All American Rejects came on the radio.  Henry started to sing along but made up his own chorus.  Instead of "I hope it gives you hell, gives you hell" he sang, "Momma gives you help, gives you help".  He made my day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5299918955795973380-1301084537755032572?l=kristenkremer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristenkremer.blogspot.com/feeds/1301084537755032572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5299918955795973380&amp;postID=1301084537755032572' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299918955795973380/posts/default/1301084537755032572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299918955795973380/posts/default/1301084537755032572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristenkremer.blogspot.com/2009/04/funnies.html' title='Funnies'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14671792065365092651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299918955795973380.post-834823040747482945</id><published>2009-04-27T23:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T23:39:21.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Based on a true story.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/SfakUz0nPNI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/eOXb14spGK8/s1600-h/RockyHorrorPictureShow_Logo06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329627886454783186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/SfakUz0nPNI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/eOXb14spGK8/s320/RockyHorrorPictureShow_Logo06.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ode to the Dude at Wal-Mart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was working in my line&lt;br /&gt;You showed up at a quarter to nine&lt;br /&gt;I gave you a smile&lt;br /&gt;You were going to be there a while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked myself why&lt;br /&gt;You were buying heals so high&lt;br /&gt;I held my tounge a bit&lt;br /&gt;You were buying a bra that fit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t think I heard you right&lt;br /&gt;You repeated yourself, so polite&lt;br /&gt;I never thought of marshmallows&lt;br /&gt;You were not going to swallow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In your bra, in your bra&lt;br /&gt;The marshmallows were to go in your bra!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a minute to think&lt;br /&gt;You went and grabbed a drink&lt;br /&gt;I finally replied to your query&lt;br /&gt;You had no need to worry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said the candy wouldn’t melt&lt;br /&gt;You didn’t want them stuck to your pelt&lt;br /&gt;I blinked again in disbelief&lt;br /&gt;You tried to give me some relief&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figured there must be some reason for&lt;br /&gt;You needed to dress like a whore&lt;br /&gt;I was so pleased you shared with me&lt;br /&gt;You had plans to turn into a she&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In your bra, in your bra&lt;br /&gt;The marshmallows were to go in your bra!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5299918955795973380-834823040747482945?l=kristenkremer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristenkremer.blogspot.com/feeds/834823040747482945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5299918955795973380&amp;postID=834823040747482945' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299918955795973380/posts/default/834823040747482945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299918955795973380/posts/default/834823040747482945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristenkremer.blogspot.com/2009/04/based-on-true-story.html' title='Based on a true story.'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14671792065365092651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/SfakUz0nPNI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/eOXb14spGK8/s72-c/RockyHorrorPictureShow_Logo06.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299918955795973380.post-7915052853825185447</id><published>2009-04-23T23:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T23:51:55.235-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The day started off well.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/SfFfXgnvRCI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/6ejVkTfn8Qo/s1600-h/IMG_0905.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328144691654247458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 253px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/SfFfXgnvRCI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/6ejVkTfn8Qo/s320/IMG_0905.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/SfFfI1FhgQI/AAAAAAAAAJs/c8a9_8wl1cE/s1600-h/IMG_0903.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328144439449846018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 246px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/SfFfI1FhgQI/AAAAAAAAAJs/c8a9_8wl1cE/s320/IMG_0903.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we woke up this morning, ate breakfast and got dressed. Henry wanted to go outside and ride his bike. I had the boys sit on the stairs first and I got these totally adorable pictures. Aren't Freddie's cheeks the best? It's so hard to do anything but kiss them all day! So then I walked over to our patio and lifted up Henry's bike. It was stuck on something so I pulled really hard...WHAM!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guess who threw their back out? The dork lifting the bike with only one arm, that's who. So I'm standing there, trying not to cry, the baby is on the grass, and I can't move. I sent Henry to try a couple of neighbors to come help, but nobody was home at 11 am on a Thursday. RUDE! Finally a maintenance guy walked by and I had him pick up the baby for me. Then I waddled into the house. That alone took me 5 minutes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I called Jesse at work. He had meetings all afternoon and couldn't come home. I tried a bunch of people and nobody answered. I tried Ashley again (she had been one of the first on my list), she answered the phone super snotty, "What is it? Are you dying?" I started to cry and said yes. She immediately came over to help me. I think she felt majorly guilty for her attitude. :o)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, Ashley came and stayed with me until Jesse got home at 6:30. She cleaned my house, took care of my baby, went and bought me a heating pad and was an angel. Then Jesse came home, got us dinner and ice cream then put the boys to bed. I was loved and taken care of by all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So if I'm still bad in the morning, we're going to the Insta-Care. I don't know what they really can do, but maybe I'll get to see Dr. Pepper again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5299918955795973380-7915052853825185447?l=kristenkremer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristenkremer.blogspot.com/feeds/7915052853825185447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5299918955795973380&amp;postID=7915052853825185447' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299918955795973380/posts/default/7915052853825185447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299918955795973380/posts/default/7915052853825185447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristenkremer.blogspot.com/2009/04/day-started-off-well.html' title='The day started off well.'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14671792065365092651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/SfFfXgnvRCI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/6ejVkTfn8Qo/s72-c/IMG_0905.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299918955795973380.post-6219231293769894326</id><published>2009-04-20T23:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T23:19:36.907-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not as different as I thought.</title><content type='html'>Just for fun I grabbed a couple of Henry's old pictures just to see how really different the two boys looked.  The truth is, they're not as distinct as I had previously assumed.  Maybe everybody else knew the truth, but I was really surprised.  When I have more time I'm going to get some more of these together, it's been really fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;FRED&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/Se1ke16-qXI/AAAAAAAAAJk/bguUdEanIwU/s1600-h/IMG_0625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327024415282473330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/Se1ke16-qXI/AAAAAAAAAJk/bguUdEanIwU/s320/IMG_0625.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HENRY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/Se1jZ_MExdI/AAAAAAAAAJc/gaf29s5xNJQ/s1600-h/Old+Henry+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327023232359122386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 203px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/Se1jZ_MExdI/AAAAAAAAAJc/gaf29s5xNJQ/s320/Old+Henry+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRED&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/Se1jSy4R9lI/AAAAAAAAAJU/N76w8aOCvjM/s1600-h/100_1022_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327023108795790930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/Se1jSy4R9lI/AAAAAAAAAJU/N76w8aOCvjM/s320/100_1022_1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HENRY&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/Se1iyXiJSYI/AAAAAAAAAJM/6qhKBZ7Ju8A/s1600-h/Old+Henry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327022551699376514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/Se1iyXiJSYI/AAAAAAAAAJM/6qhKBZ7Ju8A/s320/Old+Henry.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5299918955795973380-6219231293769894326?l=kristenkremer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristenkremer.blogspot.com/feeds/6219231293769894326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5299918955795973380&amp;postID=6219231293769894326' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299918955795973380/posts/default/6219231293769894326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299918955795973380/posts/default/6219231293769894326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristenkremer.blogspot.com/2009/04/not-as-different-as-i-thought.html' title='Not as different as I thought.'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14671792065365092651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/Se1ke16-qXI/AAAAAAAAAJk/bguUdEanIwU/s72-c/IMG_0625.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299918955795973380.post-260996822618908834</id><published>2009-04-16T15:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T15:30:10.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture time with Henry</title><content type='html'>I can't really add anything with words.  He is beyond my communication abilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/Seev-FvnB2I/AAAAAAAAAJE/MgR5UYyxUMM/s1600-h/IMG_0883.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325418565617518434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/Seev-FvnB2I/AAAAAAAAAJE/MgR5UYyxUMM/s320/IMG_0883.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/Seeu4CAWClI/AAAAAAAAAI8/f78P2cT0oYs/s1600-h/IMG_0879.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325417362023123538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/Seeu4CAWClI/AAAAAAAAAI8/f78P2cT0oYs/s320/IMG_0879.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/SeesnUUnfGI/AAAAAAAAAI0/XGqLBfu6cVs/s1600-h/IMG_0880.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325414875858959458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/SeesnUUnfGI/AAAAAAAAAI0/XGqLBfu6cVs/s320/IMG_0880.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/SeesD8m8NhI/AAAAAAAAAIs/lg5NGis3X8A/s1600-h/IMG_0886.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325414268197942802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/SeesD8m8NhI/AAAAAAAAAIs/lg5NGis3X8A/s320/IMG_0886.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5299918955795973380-260996822618908834?l=kristenkremer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristenkremer.blogspot.com/feeds/260996822618908834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5299918955795973380&amp;postID=260996822618908834' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299918955795973380/posts/default/260996822618908834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299918955795973380/posts/default/260996822618908834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristenkremer.blogspot.com/2009/04/picture-time-with-henry.html' title='Picture time with Henry'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14671792065365092651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/Seev-FvnB2I/AAAAAAAAAJE/MgR5UYyxUMM/s72-c/IMG_0883.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299918955795973380.post-603038273407339420</id><published>2009-04-06T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T08:21:58.617-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We're crawling!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay, not really. But I'm sure I got your hopes up for a minute. Freddie still has no interest in crawling but Jesse keeps insisting we try. Last night Freddie was put on the floor and we wouldn't pick him up. After 15 minutes, this is the end result:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321598252456088146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/SdodamL8ElI/AAAAAAAAAIc/3j3lfRY8_uE/s320/IMG_0766.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Totally effective, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321598764645832738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/Sdod4aPfWCI/AAAAAAAAAIk/IO7EgVe3pnc/s320/IMG_0771.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5299918955795973380-603038273407339420?l=kristenkremer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristenkremer.blogspot.com/feeds/603038273407339420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5299918955795973380&amp;postID=603038273407339420' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299918955795973380/posts/default/603038273407339420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299918955795973380/posts/default/603038273407339420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristenkremer.blogspot.com/2009/04/were-crawling.html' title='We&apos;re crawling!!!!'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14671792065365092651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/SdodamL8ElI/AAAAAAAAAIc/3j3lfRY8_uE/s72-c/IMG_0766.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299918955795973380.post-817757391806938568</id><published>2009-03-31T11:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T11:15:21.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And now, a word from Henry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Hello. I'm Henry. I am here to the say the letter of the day and the word of the day. The letter of the day is, "H". And the word of the day is, "ooga chacka ooga chacka ooga chacka". There. And now some more. We'll be back after this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319416345698722658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/SdJc-6HHY2I/AAAAAAAAAIU/OQ7TbJy2rh0/s320/IMG_0754.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Welcome Back to our show.  Now we shall show you the picture we just put on.  That was a picture that I was doing on a day watching CyberChase.  We'll be back after this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Welcome back again.  We just had to get our snack.  I am very sorry that we had to pause two times, but I still hope you will forgive me.  THE END.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5299918955795973380-817757391806938568?l=kristenkremer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristenkremer.blogspot.com/feeds/817757391806938568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5299918955795973380&amp;postID=817757391806938568' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299918955795973380/posts/default/817757391806938568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299918955795973380/posts/default/817757391806938568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristenkremer.blogspot.com/2009/03/and-now-word-from-henry.html' title='And now, a word from Henry'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14671792065365092651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/SdJc-6HHY2I/AAAAAAAAAIU/OQ7TbJy2rh0/s72-c/IMG_0754.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299918955795973380.post-2244523493250084564</id><published>2009-03-31T10:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T11:08:17.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Mother Alert!</title><content type='html'>The other day I was way way early for picking up Henry from school.  Freddie and I got to hang out in the front seat for a few minutes and enjoy each others company.  Actually, I enjoyed Freddie's company and he enjoyed my Cherry Coke from Sonic.  Please don't worry, he never got the straw to work.  He just enjoyed trying and feeling like a big boy.  He is so stinking cute!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/SdJbhrzGS6I/AAAAAAAAAIM/ODPv_3RP0js/s1600-h/IMG_0731.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319414744128834466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/SdJbhrzGS6I/AAAAAAAAAIM/ODPv_3RP0js/s320/IMG_0731.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/SdJa0UAyVFI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Kh6XFP1xXcU/s1600-h/IMG_0730.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319413964649682002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/SdJa0UAyVFI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Kh6XFP1xXcU/s320/IMG_0730.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/SdJaND7Lv-I/AAAAAAAAAH8/E9T2plqpRLA/s1600-h/IMG_0621.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/SdJZLPZWsgI/AAAAAAAAAH0/6Gg5hDSIBx4/s1600-h/IMG_0620.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5299918955795973380-2244523493250084564?l=kristenkremer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristenkremer.blogspot.com/feeds/2244523493250084564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5299918955795973380&amp;postID=2244523493250084564' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299918955795973380/posts/default/2244523493250084564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299918955795973380/posts/default/2244523493250084564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristenkremer.blogspot.com/2009/03/bad-mother-alert.html' title='Bad Mother Alert!'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14671792065365092651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/SdJbhrzGS6I/AAAAAAAAAIM/ODPv_3RP0js/s72-c/IMG_0731.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299918955795973380.post-3228649687949369591</id><published>2009-03-15T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T20:38:57.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Your daily dose</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now I know that nobody can make it through a single day without a new picture of Freddie.  So here it is, just for your listening pleasure.  You can see that his bottom gums are all red from teething.  Boy Howdy, has he been cranky!  I still think I'll keep him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313624398489884642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 260px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/Sb3JPNXWl-I/AAAAAAAAAHs/qvaTX16FAmM/s320/IMG_0654.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/Sb3I0KRZDEI/AAAAAAAAAHk/x3fcEzyEZ8E/s1600-h/IMG_0654.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5299918955795973380-3228649687949369591?l=kristenkremer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristenkremer.blogspot.com/feeds/3228649687949369591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5299918955795973380&amp;postID=3228649687949369591' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299918955795973380/posts/default/3228649687949369591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299918955795973380/posts/default/3228649687949369591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristenkremer.blogspot.com/2009/03/your-daily-dose.html' title='Your daily dose'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14671792065365092651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/Sb3JPNXWl-I/AAAAAAAAAHs/qvaTX16FAmM/s72-c/IMG_0654.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299918955795973380.post-7296489359586180643</id><published>2009-03-12T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T20:44:46.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Henry Pants!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HENRY IS 6!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have made it six years without totally losing my mind.  I think that is quite an achievement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312506433254008434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/SbnQdEUVJnI/AAAAAAAAAGs/oPinDAM_R8E/s320/IMG_0661.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; We started off the day with a healthy breakfast.  Grandma made French Toast and I gave Henry strawberries and whipped cream.  What a treat for a special day.  We then spent the rest of the morning playing Mario Kart on the Wii.  He was in heaven!  Then we sent him to school with his class cupcakes.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312506726800482370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/SbnQuJ3Q4EI/AAAAAAAAAG0/uOb90-Gz-0s/s320/IMG_0666.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After school we set up for the party.  I think it turned out totally awesome.  His favorite color is green, if you couldn't tell, and he kinda likes SpongeBob.  He's really not the biggest fan, but I loved the balloons, so I went with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312507089268743378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/SbnRDQKbnNI/AAAAAAAAAG8/zg8zY8q_Rfs/s320/IMG_0670.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He seemed to put up with the theme alright.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312507386139522450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/SbnRUiF8NZI/AAAAAAAAAHE/zqFpCORsRrU/s320/IMG_0675.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then we took his best friend/lady love to eat dinner with us at Noodles and Company.  They were totally hyper and out of control.  But they loved their macaroni and we all had fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312507857147658994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/SbnRv8vCAvI/AAAAAAAAAHM/HMSjYMZ3EUw/s320/IMG_0698.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We then came home for presents and cake.  Henry got a new Sonic XBox game from his Nana.  And mom and dad gave him a gumball machine and a fishing pole.  Also, a remote control Mario Kart racer.  Way cool stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312508371206019186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/SbnSN3wGGHI/AAAAAAAAAHU/yFIFJQwL2vQ/s320/IMG_0713.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; The cake was awesome.  We let Henry decorate it himself and he had so much fun.  Just some green frosting and a couple of Hot Wheels.  He was very proud of his work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312508626365434546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/SbnScuS1yrI/AAAAAAAAAHc/riaGVjIhJ-Y/s320/IMG_0691.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;I got one picture of my boys together.  I don't know why Henry looks so ticked off.  Honestly, it's his birthday and he looks like his budgie died.  I hope he remembers the day as being fun.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 Things I Love about Henry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. His genuine love for life and total strangers.&lt;br /&gt;2. His crazy songs he makes up.&lt;br /&gt;3. Poop jokes.&lt;br /&gt;4. The way his hair will only do one thing no matter how much gel we put in it.&lt;br /&gt;5. He is so kind to everybody in our family.&lt;br /&gt;6. He tries to make everything he does a game.&lt;br /&gt;7. His vocabulary.&lt;br /&gt;8. He loves to wear his pants backwards.&lt;br /&gt;9. He is already a scientist, he will get offended if you tell him he'll be a scientist when he grows up.  When he grows up he is going to be a movie star.&lt;br /&gt;10. His cheeks get super red when he goes to sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5299918955795973380-7296489359586180643?l=kristenkremer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristenkremer.blogspot.com/feeds/7296489359586180643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5299918955795973380&amp;postID=7296489359586180643' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299918955795973380/posts/default/7296489359586180643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299918955795973380/posts/default/7296489359586180643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristenkremer.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-birthday-henry-pants.html' title='Happy Birthday Henry Pants!'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14671792065365092651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/SbnQdEUVJnI/AAAAAAAAAGs/oPinDAM_R8E/s72-c/IMG_0661.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299918955795973380.post-716594643306773226</id><published>2009-03-09T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T20:07:58.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rub-a-dub-dub</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/SbXZecUO1xI/AAAAAAAAAGk/0DL3iqwYPQ4/s1600-h/IMG_0653.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311390452573722386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/SbXZecUO1xI/AAAAAAAAAGk/0DL3iqwYPQ4/s320/IMG_0653.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My children are the same color as the tub.  "Nuff said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5299918955795973380-716594643306773226?l=kristenkremer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristenkremer.blogspot.com/feeds/716594643306773226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5299918955795973380&amp;postID=716594643306773226' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299918955795973380/posts/default/716594643306773226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299918955795973380/posts/default/716594643306773226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristenkremer.blogspot.com/2009/03/rub-dub-dub.html' title='Rub-a-dub-dub'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14671792065365092651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/SbXZecUO1xI/AAAAAAAAAGk/0DL3iqwYPQ4/s72-c/IMG_0653.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299918955795973380.post-2448490530151827535</id><published>2009-03-07T07:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T07:54:35.544-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Lady Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/SbKYRY6twaI/AAAAAAAAAGc/jQl2_94x4Ns/s1600-h/IMG_0604.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310474335137153442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/SbKYRY6twaI/AAAAAAAAAGc/jQl2_94x4Ns/s320/IMG_0604.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/SbKYERqgDzI/AAAAAAAAAGU/S4jnb8M1cyI/s1600-h/IMG_0607.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310474109851799346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/SbKYERqgDzI/AAAAAAAAAGU/S4jnb8M1cyI/s320/IMG_0607.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dropped Henry off at school last week, and a ladybug had gotten in the car somehow.  I love myself a ladybug and was way excited.  So even though I was driving I tried to take some pictures of her.  I have named her Helena.  Isn't she beautiful?  Unfortunately I haven't seen her since last Tuesday when I opened the car door.  Should I make missing posters?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5299918955795973380-2448490530151827535?l=kristenkremer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristenkremer.blogspot.com/feeds/2448490530151827535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5299918955795973380&amp;postID=2448490530151827535' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299918955795973380/posts/default/2448490530151827535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299918955795973380/posts/default/2448490530151827535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristenkremer.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-lady-friend.html' title='My Lady Friend'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14671792065365092651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/SbKYRY6twaI/AAAAAAAAAGc/jQl2_94x4Ns/s72-c/IMG_0604.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299918955795973380.post-1668399528721284385</id><published>2009-02-24T20:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T20:27:19.005-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not my kids!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So, I used to think that I had the nerdiest kids on the planet.  I now feel so much better about myself.  Below you will find photographic evidence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/SaTHw7QXaDI/AAAAAAAAAGM/C4mGfYbAQ9U/s1600-h/IMG_0505.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306585904303269938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/SaTHw7QXaDI/AAAAAAAAAGM/C4mGfYbAQ9U/s320/IMG_0505.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Wyatt is reacting to his mom talking about reality TV.  I honestly think he knows who the people on the TV are and what they are doing.  He's not the kind of kid you can hide things from.  And I do realize I am not totally in the clear here.  Freddie did not cut off his finger and wrap it in his jammies, as it appears, but his mom gave him a Red Vine.  Not going to be doing that again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/SaTHhVsDkII/AAAAAAAAAGE/Eu73oa_3vfE/s1600-h/IMG_0588.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306585636520824962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/SaTHhVsDkII/AAAAAAAAAGE/Eu73oa_3vfE/s320/IMG_0588.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Here is Amanda's youngest, Cash.  He is so freakin' funny!  I have about 10 pictures of him making dorky faces, but this one is by far the best.  All he was doing was spinning and we managed to get this.  It was a magical moment for all those involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5299918955795973380-1668399528721284385?l=kristenkremer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristenkremer.blogspot.com/feeds/1668399528721284385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5299918955795973380&amp;postID=1668399528721284385' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299918955795973380/posts/default/1668399528721284385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299918955795973380/posts/default/1668399528721284385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristenkremer.blogspot.com/2009/02/not-my-kids.html' title='Not my kids!'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14671792065365092651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/SaTHw7QXaDI/AAAAAAAAAGM/C4mGfYbAQ9U/s72-c/IMG_0505.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299918955795973380.post-1722106103048852306</id><published>2009-02-17T17:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T17:41:22.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freddie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Freddie's latest trick is eating Cheerios.  He is a rock star with the Cheerios.  There's really not much else to it than that.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/SZtl3pf4DtI/AAAAAAAAAF0/wUtapk06pSo/s1600-h/IMG_0428.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303944992865652434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/SZtl3pf4DtI/AAAAAAAAAF0/wUtapk06pSo/s320/IMG_0428.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/SZtlnA4X6MI/AAAAAAAAAFs/9bkQ4ibBOPk/s1600-h/IMG_0427.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303944707084642498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/SZtlnA4X6MI/AAAAAAAAAFs/9bkQ4ibBOPk/s320/IMG_0427.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/SZtlYq0GaEI/AAAAAAAAAFk/8B7AiOhafQg/s1600-h/IMG_0426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303944460642969666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/SZtlYq0GaEI/AAAAAAAAAFk/8B7AiOhafQg/s320/IMG_0426.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And finally, a picture of the baby neck.  Grandma Emma taught us all one thing, the most delicious part of a baby is it's neck.  Just right for kissing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303945292984406514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/SZtmJHhw0fI/AAAAAAAAAF8/3I-Hm2Ksw1A/s320/IMG_0434.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5299918955795973380-1722106103048852306?l=kristenkremer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristenkremer.blogspot.com/feeds/1722106103048852306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5299918955795973380&amp;postID=1722106103048852306' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299918955795973380/posts/default/1722106103048852306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299918955795973380/posts/default/1722106103048852306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristenkremer.blogspot.com/2009/02/freddie.html' title='Freddie'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14671792065365092651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/SZtl3pf4DtI/AAAAAAAAAF0/wUtapk06pSo/s72-c/IMG_0428.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299918955795973380.post-4053662942293596611</id><published>2009-02-17T17:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T17:30:55.048-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Henry</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/SZtj5aN5NVI/AAAAAAAAAFc/03gdzhc2YeM/s1600-h/IMG_0490.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303942824100181330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/SZtj5aN5NVI/AAAAAAAAAFc/03gdzhc2YeM/s320/IMG_0490.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/SZtjriGCMzI/AAAAAAAAAFU/GRw0ZGpfv5Y/s1600-h/IMG_0492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303942585696531250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/SZtjriGCMzI/AAAAAAAAAFU/GRw0ZGpfv5Y/s320/IMG_0492.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henry has a stomach virus.  He has not stopped pooping since Saturday and had some bad cramps this morning.  We went to the doctor and got a prescription for Gatorade.  As some of you may know, the stomach bug can make a person feel run-down and tired.  Henry was waiting for me to finish feeding the baby and get his XBox set up.  I guess the wait was too much for him and he drifted off into sleep.  This did not look comfortable.  And yes, his pants are on backwards.  I usually make him change them back, but his butt was on fire and I didn't want to bother him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5299918955795973380-4053662942293596611?l=kristenkremer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristenkremer.blogspot.com/feeds/4053662942293596611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5299918955795973380&amp;postID=4053662942293596611' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299918955795973380/posts/default/4053662942293596611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299918955795973380/posts/default/4053662942293596611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristenkremer.blogspot.com/2009/02/henry.html' title='Henry'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14671792065365092651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/SZtj5aN5NVI/AAAAAAAAAFc/03gdzhc2YeM/s72-c/IMG_0490.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299918955795973380.post-7495733211665967053</id><published>2009-02-14T22:08:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T22:14:53.744-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sexy...kinda...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/SZeyDY-a0GI/AAAAAAAAAFM/xT4moz4E1f0/s1600-h/IMG_0311.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302902857565655138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/SZeyDY-a0GI/AAAAAAAAAFM/xT4moz4E1f0/s320/IMG_0311.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In honor of Valentine's Day here is a photo of my sexy man. I am so lucky!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5299918955795973380-7495733211665967053?l=kristenkremer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristenkremer.blogspot.com/feeds/7495733211665967053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5299918955795973380&amp;postID=7495733211665967053' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299918955795973380/posts/default/7495733211665967053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299918955795973380/posts/default/7495733211665967053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristenkremer.blogspot.com/2009/02/sexykinda.html' title='Sexy...kinda...'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14671792065365092651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/SZeyDY-a0GI/AAAAAAAAAFM/xT4moz4E1f0/s72-c/IMG_0311.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299918955795973380.post-2289611548098809563</id><published>2009-02-02T22:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T23:18:45.439-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Viva Pinata</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/SYfrNQmZTFI/AAAAAAAAAFE/A3KLIpH3CC4/s1600-h/IMG_0264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298462099651513426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/SYfrNQmZTFI/AAAAAAAAAFE/A3KLIpH3CC4/s320/IMG_0264.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/SYfqzk1dvfI/AAAAAAAAAE8/xy3dM6x7LK0/s1600-h/IMG_0262.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298461658406829554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/SYfqzk1dvfI/AAAAAAAAAE8/xy3dM6x7LK0/s320/IMG_0262.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So for Christmas, Henry got me an X-Box game called "Viva Pinata: Trouble in Paradise". He has become totally obsessed with it. In the game you have your own garden. You choose what plants to grow, what type of surface you want (water, grass, snow, sand), and keep changing it to attract different pinata animals. It is so boring and totally addictive at the same time. The pinata names are different versions of the actual animals. Elephants are called Elephanillas. A hippopotamus is a chippopotamus. And the bees are called Buzzlegums.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jesse and I found this hat at Michael's and it looks just like the buzzlegums in the game. Best $3 we've ever spent! Henry loved it and wears it all the time. It does look a little bit like a special ed. helmet, but that's okay. I was at work and looked up from my register the other day, and there was Henry in his hat. It made my day, and I'm sure everybody who saw him got a little chuckle too. So I thought I would share our joy with all of you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;P.S. Don't you love the choke hold he's got on the baby?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5299918955795973380-2289611548098809563?l=kristenkremer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristenkremer.blogspot.com/feeds/2289611548098809563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5299918955795973380&amp;postID=2289611548098809563' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299918955795973380/posts/default/2289611548098809563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299918955795973380/posts/default/2289611548098809563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristenkremer.blogspot.com/2009/02/viva-pinata.html' title='Viva Pinata'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14671792065365092651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/SYfrNQmZTFI/AAAAAAAAAFE/A3KLIpH3CC4/s72-c/IMG_0264.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299918955795973380.post-3385294849986634404</id><published>2009-01-26T02:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T02:40:18.294-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Tao of Freddie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Here are a few lessons our family has learned from our dear Freddie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When your dad chooses your clothes, you will not match.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295546300157482082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/SX2PTZCFVGI/AAAAAAAAAEU/KEju-pEiFqc/s320/IMG_0225.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;When your mom chooses your clothes, she may go overboard.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295547383935884466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/SX2QSea_XLI/AAAAAAAAAEc/ZBBINjkLpFw/s320/IMG_0227.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Never say no to a hug.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295549066712534034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/SX2R0bQNTBI/AAAAAAAAAEs/6wLWvff23Wo/s320/IMG_0192.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the simple things in life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295549607020686706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/SX2ST4DtbXI/AAAAAAAAAE0/vwbSq97w3pA/s320/IMG_0202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5299918955795973380-3385294849986634404?l=kristenkremer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristenkremer.blogspot.com/feeds/3385294849986634404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5299918955795973380&amp;postID=3385294849986634404' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299918955795973380/posts/default/3385294849986634404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299918955795973380/posts/default/3385294849986634404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristenkremer.blogspot.com/2009/01/tao-of-freddie.html' title='The Tao of Freddie'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14671792065365092651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/SX2PTZCFVGI/AAAAAAAAAEU/KEju-pEiFqc/s72-c/IMG_0225.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299918955795973380.post-8294569106731635937</id><published>2009-01-12T22:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T22:59:27.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deep Thought, by Henry Kremer</title><content type='html'>"Nobody has ever seen the tooth fairy.  Except for nocturnal animals."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5299918955795973380-8294569106731635937?l=kristenkremer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristenkremer.blogspot.com/feeds/8294569106731635937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5299918955795973380&amp;postID=8294569106731635937' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299918955795973380/posts/default/8294569106731635937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299918955795973380/posts/default/8294569106731635937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristenkremer.blogspot.com/2009/01/deep-thought-by-henry-kremer.html' title='Deep Thought, by Henry Kremer'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14671792065365092651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299918955795973380.post-1561203727610349724</id><published>2009-01-04T23:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T23:56:56.609-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Train Pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/SWG9Pmf3GTI/AAAAAAAAADk/OnlnvS0XyzE/s1600-h/IMG_0174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287715513239542066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/SWG9Pmf3GTI/AAAAAAAAADk/OnlnvS0XyzE/s320/IMG_0174.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/SWG826kbiKI/AAAAAAAAADc/Bwjg7pWQEKU/s1600-h/IMG_0172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287715089130686626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/SWG826kbiKI/AAAAAAAAADc/Bwjg7pWQEKU/s320/IMG_0172.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/SWG8T_mB1fI/AAAAAAAAADU/NAZTyi3RsQc/s1600-h/IMG_0135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287714489184146930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/SWG8T_mB1fI/AAAAAAAAADU/NAZTyi3RsQc/s320/IMG_0135.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/SWG8DZzgNZI/AAAAAAAAADM/cVUZfHLCa_8/s1600-h/IMG_0126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287714204162209170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/SWG8DZzgNZI/AAAAAAAAADM/cVUZfHLCa_8/s320/IMG_0126.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/SWG7sMoU_NI/AAAAAAAAADE/EtTxMiP77VQ/s1600-h/IMG_0122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287713805488684242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/SWG7sMoU_NI/AAAAAAAAADE/EtTxMiP77VQ/s320/IMG_0122.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Random photos from the train ride and from Grandma and Grandpas house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5299918955795973380-1561203727610349724?l=kristenkremer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristenkremer.blogspot.com/feeds/1561203727610349724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5299918955795973380&amp;postID=1561203727610349724' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299918955795973380/posts/default/1561203727610349724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299918955795973380/posts/default/1561203727610349724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristenkremer.blogspot.com/2009/01/train-pics.html' title='Train Pics'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14671792065365092651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/SWG9Pmf3GTI/AAAAAAAAADk/OnlnvS0XyzE/s72-c/IMG_0174.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299918955795973380.post-746954443136934834</id><published>2008-12-29T15:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T15:55:10.147-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mama was a rollin' stone</title><content type='html'>So, I have managed to survive a 33 hour trip on a train with two children.  Let me start by saying that I love the train itself.  The rocking is very soothing (most of the time) and the whole experience is really cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left our house Friday morning at about 2:30, the train was supposed to leave at 4:30.  We parked and immediately got stuck in a pile of mud-snow.  The pants I was wearing for the whole trip got a good splash of mud and Jesse really worked his muscles jacking up the car and putting boards under the tires.  Finally, I nice man with a snow plow pulled us out.  It was now 5:30, but not to worry dear friends, the train was late and wasn't expected until about 7.  What luck!  Well, not lucky for the transient that got hit and caused the delay, but it worked out for our stuck car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went and got breakfast and got on the train and got out of town at 7:30.  The first day went well.  The baby loved sleeping on the train and Henry took a good nap too.  The highlight was trying to use a bathroom the size of a soda can while holding the baby at the same time.  Peeing on a train is hard enough, then add in doing it all one handed and you're in for a rocking good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were scheduled to arrive in Mt. Pleasant Iowa at noon on Saturday, but after the original delay we got caught up in freight traffic and got there at 5:30 in an ice storm.  FUN! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could have put up the cute pictures of the boys on the train, but I didn't bring the cable to my brand new pink camera!  I'll put them up as soon as I can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5299918955795973380-746954443136934834?l=kristenkremer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristenkremer.blogspot.com/feeds/746954443136934834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5299918955795973380&amp;postID=746954443136934834' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299918955795973380/posts/default/746954443136934834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299918955795973380/posts/default/746954443136934834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristenkremer.blogspot.com/2008/12/mama-was-rollin-stone.html' title='Mama was a rollin&apos; stone'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14671792065365092651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299918955795973380.post-475880340659128488</id><published>2008-12-23T21:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T21:49:38.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Handsome</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't believe I made such beautiful babies! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283228889330561570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 223px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/SVHMrt-hMiI/AAAAAAAAAC8/tI1urvN3z-g/s320/December+2008+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283228669589357362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 231px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/SVHMe7YIgzI/AAAAAAAAAC0/D3AtDZvt3_s/s320/December+2008+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283228337713528274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/SVHMLnCxPdI/AAAAAAAAACs/91LIWZblTls/s320/December+2008+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went and got our pictures done at Target two weeks ago and it was a fiasco.  I always get stressed so I was not my pleasant self (I still owe Jesse quite a few apologies).  Henry goes crazy in front of a camera, so he was spaz-tastic as always.  The baby wouldn't stop spitting up on his clothes.  I was about ready to cry before we left.  Then you get the pictures back and that all goes away.  You get to see your two beautiful sons and show them off to the world.  Jesse says we're never doing it again, but he's not in charge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5299918955795973380-475880340659128488?l=kristenkremer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristenkremer.blogspot.com/feeds/475880340659128488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5299918955795973380&amp;postID=475880340659128488' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299918955795973380/posts/default/475880340659128488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299918955795973380/posts/default/475880340659128488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristenkremer.blogspot.com/2008/12/handsome.html' title='Handsome'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14671792065365092651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/SVHMrt-hMiI/AAAAAAAAAC8/tI1urvN3z-g/s72-c/December+2008+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299918955795973380.post-6070152897932152547</id><published>2008-12-12T21:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T21:47:08.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hotness</title><content type='html'>I just finished watching The Cronicles of Narnia: Prince Caspian.  Oh my heck, that guy is so good looking!  Everybody must watch it!! NOW!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5299918955795973380-6070152897932152547?l=kristenkremer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristenkremer.blogspot.com/feeds/6070152897932152547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5299918955795973380&amp;postID=6070152897932152547' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299918955795973380/posts/default/6070152897932152547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299918955795973380/posts/default/6070152897932152547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristenkremer.blogspot.com/2008/12/hotness.html' title='Hotness'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14671792065365092651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299918955795973380.post-2692952027036929797</id><published>2008-12-10T14:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:29:02.811-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>Boy, do I need a camera!  Yesterday Freddie turned 6 months old and I couldn't even take a picture.  I did film him a little with the camcorder, but it's just not the same.  I am taking both boys in for pictures on Friday, so those will have to count as his birthday pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Freddie at six months.  He's a very sweet little boy.  His favorite thing is to sit on his momma's lap and watch the world go by.  Every few minutes he'll turn his head up to make sure I'm still there and then keep watching.  He is still all floppy and wiggly, which I love.  We really need to practice more tummy time and get his muscles working, but he just digs his face into the blanket and screams, so I don't really see the purpose of that.  Maybe he just has me all wrapped up and knows how to get his way.  I love to see his personality develop more each day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that there's not much going on at the Kremer house.  Henry sold me one of his paintings today for $2.  I think it was a bargain.  If anybody is interested he would love to make you one too.  He told me he was gong to sell eggs to the neighbors for $20 each to make some money.  I think we're going to sign him up for finance seminars soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post pictures as soon as I can!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5299918955795973380-2692952027036929797?l=kristenkremer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristenkremer.blogspot.com/feeds/2692952027036929797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5299918955795973380&amp;postID=2692952027036929797' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299918955795973380/posts/default/2692952027036929797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299918955795973380/posts/default/2692952027036929797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristenkremer.blogspot.com/2008/12/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14671792065365092651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299918955795973380.post-1093877529108073466</id><published>2008-12-03T17:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T17:49:35.749-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cousins</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So today I let Henry ditch school and we went to McDonalds with Kate and Andrea. When in the crap did we get all these kids. 3 adults and 7 kids. Just last week we were in the car driving to Vegas without a care in the world. Now we are all parents and worry about who has pooped and where. Crazy. Here is a picture of the two older boys. Henry can get Andrew to do things he wouldn't usually do, like show his chest to the world. And yes, Henry is trying to pull his pants down to show the world some glory. That's my boy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275745969048242018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/STc3AbpRx2I/AAAAAAAAACk/hPubHTt25eY/s320/43e5d.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5299918955795973380-1093877529108073466?l=kristenkremer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristenkremer.blogspot.com/feeds/1093877529108073466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5299918955795973380&amp;postID=1093877529108073466' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299918955795973380/posts/default/1093877529108073466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299918955795973380/posts/default/1093877529108073466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristenkremer.blogspot.com/2008/12/cousins.html' title='Cousins'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14671792065365092651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/STc3AbpRx2I/AAAAAAAAACk/hPubHTt25eY/s72-c/43e5d.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299918955795973380.post-4055366417509624457</id><published>2008-12-01T22:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T22:17:53.331-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where is everybody</title><content type='html'>So I am a total nerd.  I come check out my blog everyday.  For the sole purpose of seeing who has written on theirs recently.  And you jerks are totally letting me down!  Somebody, other than Kate who manages to be responsible with her blog, do something!  Chop Chop!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5299918955795973380-4055366417509624457?l=kristenkremer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristenkremer.blogspot.com/feeds/4055366417509624457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5299918955795973380&amp;postID=4055366417509624457' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299918955795973380/posts/default/4055366417509624457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299918955795973380/posts/default/4055366417509624457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristenkremer.blogspot.com/2008/12/where-is-everybody.html' title='Where is everybody'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14671792065365092651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299918955795973380.post-1165008046517127057</id><published>2008-11-23T23:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T00:01:19.701-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Week</title><content type='html'>So we've had an interesting week all in all. I started my new job at Wal-Mart on Thursday. Checking groceries is definitely not the worst job in the world I have to say. I do like to talk to people and you meet all kinds at your local Wal-Mart. I was going to take a picture of my badge and share my shame, but it's in the car and that is just way to far. The worst part so far was having to sit through all the pro Wal-Mart propaganda during training. yeah yeah, we know you're not building an empire and destroying capitalism, I get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of you may know that Henry had impitigo on his private parts. ACK! It freaked me out, but we went to the doctor, got some meds and all seemed fine. It was not fine. On Wednesday during his bath I noticed red and yellow dots starting from his noodle and going all the way down to his knee. FRICK! Jesse took him to the doctor and they said it was a staph infection. I was freaking out! I mean, is it going to fall off or something like that? But the doctor wasn't all that worried and gave him some stronger cream. By now they look a ton better and Henry's pretty tired of everybody looking at his business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have strep throat. Not cool at all. It seems like I get it about once every year or two. I had to call in sick on my third day of work. How embarassing! To look like a flakey employee at the Wal-Mart! Anyway, I went to the Insta Care today and the doctor's name was, crap you not, Dr. Pepper. Can you believe it! I almost died. I didn't say anything, cause I'm sure he's heard everything in the book. Do you know how hard it was not to start singing, "give me more...of the Dr. Pepper flavor I've been looking for"? It was not fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the baby is doing pretty well. I think he might be a little sick. My biggest sign is that he has been up crying for the last 2 hours. After 1 hour of the cuddling and pampering I just have to stick him in his basket and say, "I love you, but you are in charge of your own happiness." It's very Zen of me, don't you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5299918955795973380-1165008046517127057?l=kristenkremer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristenkremer.blogspot.com/feeds/1165008046517127057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5299918955795973380&amp;postID=1165008046517127057' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299918955795973380/posts/default/1165008046517127057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299918955795973380/posts/default/1165008046517127057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristenkremer.blogspot.com/2008/11/this-week.html' title='This Week'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14671792065365092651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299918955795973380.post-6170219819986634181</id><published>2008-11-15T21:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T21:25:13.105-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't talk, TV on.</title><content type='html'>So 6:00 means one thing in our house. It's time for The Simpson's. Here are my three men all engaged in this particular endevor. I absolutely love how much they all look alike in their profiles. It's just Jesse 1,2 and 3 lined up on the couch. Loves it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/SR-tacUe4qI/AAAAAAAAACc/aT3HX2XpNaQ/s1600-h/November+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269120758837076642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/SR-tacUe4qI/AAAAAAAAACc/aT3HX2XpNaQ/s320/November+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did manage to get their attention, kind of, for a second. Henry really has a hard time saying no to a camera. Freddie loves his big brother. As long as Henry manages to keep a reasonable distance instead of getting all up in Freddie's grill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/SR-tPXKR1aI/AAAAAAAAACU/wJ4AXytHSTc/s1600-h/November+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269120568473540002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/SR-tPXKR1aI/AAAAAAAAACU/wJ4AXytHSTc/s320/November+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5299918955795973380-6170219819986634181?l=kristenkremer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristenkremer.blogspot.com/feeds/6170219819986634181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5299918955795973380&amp;postID=6170219819986634181' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299918955795973380/posts/default/6170219819986634181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299918955795973380/posts/default/6170219819986634181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristenkremer.blogspot.com/2008/11/cant-talk-tv-on.html' title='Can&apos;t talk, TV on.'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14671792065365092651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/SR-tacUe4qI/AAAAAAAAACc/aT3HX2XpNaQ/s72-c/November+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299918955795973380.post-9058321975452468912</id><published>2008-11-14T19:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T19:11:01.338-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you CERTAIN that runched isn't a word?</title><content type='html'>So I owe a big shout out to my personal fashionista, the Amazing Kate.  She took me shopping today and made me stretch my wings a bit away from my usual wardrobe choices.  I may not have gone as far as she wanted me too, but I still picked out something super nice that I wouldn't have gotten on my own. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say that when I tried on my new stuff I looked damn fierce!  So thank you Kate, and I think your green sweater is awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I love the oriental chicken salad from Applebee's.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5299918955795973380-9058321975452468912?l=kristenkremer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristenkremer.blogspot.com/feeds/9058321975452468912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5299918955795973380&amp;postID=9058321975452468912' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299918955795973380/posts/default/9058321975452468912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299918955795973380/posts/default/9058321975452468912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristenkremer.blogspot.com/2008/11/are-you-certain-that-runched-isnt-word.html' title='Are you CERTAIN that runched isn&apos;t a word?'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14671792065365092651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299918955795973380.post-1819977766238893472</id><published>2008-11-13T14:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:13:49.177-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing</title><content type='html'>So I have been coming back to my blog every day for the last week and just staring at it.   What the crap do I have to say? Nothing that I can think of.  Maybe somebody else can help me think of something.  Ideas, please!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5299918955795973380-1819977766238893472?l=kristenkremer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristenkremer.blogspot.com/feeds/1819977766238893472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5299918955795973380&amp;postID=1819977766238893472' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299918955795973380/posts/default/1819977766238893472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299918955795973380/posts/default/1819977766238893472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristenkremer.blogspot.com/2008/11/nothing.html' title='Nothing'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14671792065365092651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299918955795973380.post-6152299127206417032</id><published>2008-11-05T10:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T10:11:32.002-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Snow!</title><content type='html'>Well, I have decided to be excited about the snow we recieved this morning.  As long as it's the only snow we get all winter.  So do you hear me clouds?  NO MORE!  This is plenty!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5299918955795973380-6152299127206417032?l=kristenkremer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristenkremer.blogspot.com/feeds/6152299127206417032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5299918955795973380&amp;postID=6152299127206417032' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299918955795973380/posts/default/6152299127206417032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299918955795973380/posts/default/6152299127206417032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristenkremer.blogspot.com/2008/11/hello-snow.html' title='Hello Snow!'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14671792065365092651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299918955795973380.post-1436247933701841525</id><published>2008-11-02T18:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T19:32:40.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Excited!</title><content type='html'>Kate tagged me!  I love these dorky things.  There is nothing quite as much fun as talking about myself.  And you must all suffer and listen!  Mwahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 random things I love about my husband:&lt;br /&gt;1. He plays the guitar.&lt;br /&gt;2. His cute nerd glasses.&lt;br /&gt;3. He is super funny.&lt;br /&gt;4. He makes beautiful babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 jobs I've had:&lt;br /&gt;1. Carmike Cinemas&lt;br /&gt;2. Waldenbooks&lt;br /&gt;3. Utah State Office of Education&lt;br /&gt;4. The Booktable (best store ever!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 movies I have watched more than once:&lt;br /&gt;1. Grease&lt;br /&gt;2. Dazed and Confused&lt;br /&gt;3. Drop Dead Gorgeous&lt;br /&gt;4. Wayne's World&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 TV shows I watch:&lt;br /&gt;1. The Office!!!&lt;br /&gt;2. The Simpsons&lt;br /&gt;3. American Idol&lt;br /&gt;4. Mythbusters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 places I have been and loved:&lt;br /&gt;1. Disneyland&lt;br /&gt;2. Germany&lt;br /&gt;3. Logan&lt;br /&gt;4. Las Vegas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 of my favorite foods:&lt;br /&gt;1. BACON!&lt;br /&gt;2. My dad's Roast and Rolls&lt;br /&gt;3. Salmon&lt;br /&gt;4. Ice Cream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 places I would like to visit:&lt;br /&gt;1. Japan&lt;br /&gt;2. Ireland&lt;br /&gt;3. London&lt;br /&gt;4. New Zealand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 things I am looking forward to in the coming year:&lt;br /&gt;1. Finding the perfect job.&lt;br /&gt;2. Turning 30 - NOT!&lt;br /&gt;3. My 7th wedding anniverary.  Let's beat the 7 year itch!&lt;br /&gt;4. Maybe this year I'll become an adult&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you have it!  Everything you have ever needed to know about me.  I have no idea who I should tag next, will they hate me or love me for it?  Hmmm...Andrea is very forgiving but she has a ton of these on her blog already.  So I think it's &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ashley's&lt;/span&gt; turn!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5299918955795973380-1436247933701841525?l=kristenkremer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristenkremer.blogspot.com/feeds/1436247933701841525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5299918955795973380&amp;postID=1436247933701841525' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299918955795973380/posts/default/1436247933701841525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299918955795973380/posts/default/1436247933701841525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristenkremer.blogspot.com/2008/11/so-excited.html' title='So Excited!'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14671792065365092651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299918955795973380.post-7058723430292822824</id><published>2008-10-30T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T08:28:17.541-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny!</title><content type='html'>Henry came and told me that he is going to vote for McCain.  I don't know if I should ground him or take him to the voting booths.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5299918955795973380-7058723430292822824?l=kristenkremer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristenkremer.blogspot.com/feeds/7058723430292822824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5299918955795973380&amp;postID=7058723430292822824' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299918955795973380/posts/default/7058723430292822824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299918955795973380/posts/default/7058723430292822824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristenkremer.blogspot.com/2008/10/funny.html' title='Funny!'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14671792065365092651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299918955795973380.post-6096428759867136262</id><published>2008-10-29T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T13:15:59.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weirdness</title><content type='html'>So just a random post of things that have been happening and freaking me out over the last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freak Out #1: I hate Gardner Village. Sure it's cute, but when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;there&lt;/span&gt; are 5,000 people and your kid is the most obnoxious one there, cute just doesn't seem to cut it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freak Out #2: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Impetigo&lt;/span&gt;. As in a skin infection on my 5 year &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;sons&lt;/span&gt; penis. What the HELL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freak Out #3: Broken Head. Picture this; two young boys spinning in circles to see how dizzy they can get. One falls into the other and they tumble over like two drunken idiots. The unlucky one bangs his head and gets two stitches. Do you think the lucky one belongs to me? I wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freak Out #4: We just got a package in the mail from my father. It was addressed to my husband and is a really nice socket wrench set. It's not his birthday, there was no note included, just a really nice gift out of the blue with no warning. We're both &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;scratching&lt;/span&gt; our heads over that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Finally...&lt;br /&gt;Freak Out #5: Breast Pump.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5299918955795973380-6096428759867136262?l=kristenkremer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristenkremer.blogspot.com/feeds/6096428759867136262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5299918955795973380&amp;postID=6096428759867136262' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299918955795973380/posts/default/6096428759867136262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299918955795973380/posts/default/6096428759867136262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristenkremer.blogspot.com/2008/10/weirdness.html' title='Weirdness'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14671792065365092651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299918955795973380.post-6230360121986399634</id><published>2008-10-27T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T21:39:23.705-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To Handsome to Handle!</title><content type='html'>So yesterday my cousin, Kate (so kind, gracious and beautiful), took us over to the frisbee park for a little photo shoot. It was a beautiful fall day and the hippies were more pleasant than usual. After 400 or so pictures I think we ended up with some great shots of the boys. Here are some of my favorites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/SQaWQByixZI/AAAAAAAAACM/yWF-5fc1_HA/s1600-h/October2008_Canon1+305.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262058416731506066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/SQaWQByixZI/AAAAAAAAACM/yWF-5fc1_HA/s320/October2008_Canon1+305.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/SQaWBQxGH1I/AAAAAAAAACE/ln3DA7PKS6E/s1600-h/October2008_Canon1+268.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262058163053928274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/SQaWBQxGH1I/AAAAAAAAACE/ln3DA7PKS6E/s320/October2008_Canon1+268.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/SQaVywTVTNI/AAAAAAAAAB8/iw1WcWm7PQw/s1600-h/October2008_Canon1+226.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262057913820990674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/SQaVywTVTNI/AAAAAAAAAB8/iw1WcWm7PQw/s320/October2008_Canon1+226.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/SQaVkWqL1OI/AAAAAAAAAB0/nTL9mVIC0Ps/s1600-h/October2008_Canon1+283.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262057666419348706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/SQaVkWqL1OI/AAAAAAAAAB0/nTL9mVIC0Ps/s320/October2008_Canon1+283.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/SQaVTtgSbEI/AAAAAAAAABs/YcXaCGJUK8k/s1600-h/October2008_Canon1+111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262057380494076994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/SQaVTtgSbEI/AAAAAAAAABs/YcXaCGJUK8k/s320/October2008_Canon1+111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/SQaVIiCo9XI/AAAAAAAAABk/b_nxZb3NE08/s1600-h/October2008_Canon1+326.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262057188438373746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/SQaVIiCo9XI/AAAAAAAAABk/b_nxZb3NE08/s320/October2008_Canon1+326.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/SQaU71b9M-I/AAAAAAAAABc/fozxjNEBrqM/s1600-h/October2008_Canon1+358.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262056970306532322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/SQaU71b9M-I/AAAAAAAAABc/fozxjNEBrqM/s320/October2008_Canon1+358.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/SQaUwmyaJNI/AAAAAAAAABU/6R0PmPdyMlg/s1600-h/October2008_Canon1+127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262056777395610834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/SQaUwmyaJNI/AAAAAAAAABU/6R0PmPdyMlg/s320/October2008_Canon1+127.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5299918955795973380-6230360121986399634?l=kristenkremer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristenkremer.blogspot.com/feeds/6230360121986399634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5299918955795973380&amp;postID=6230360121986399634' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299918955795973380/posts/default/6230360121986399634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299918955795973380/posts/default/6230360121986399634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristenkremer.blogspot.com/2008/10/to-handsome-to-handle.html' title='To Handsome to Handle!'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14671792065365092651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/SQaWQByixZI/AAAAAAAAACM/yWF-5fc1_HA/s72-c/October2008_Canon1+305.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299918955795973380.post-2557251333197493331</id><published>2008-10-25T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T21:50:13.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why did I do this?</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261318819080979138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/SQP1lx1mQsI/AAAAAAAAAA0/fZjpKpRDqWs/s320/October+2008+037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is what I have been looking at and listening to for the last 90 minutes or so. I have no idea what is wrong with the poor boy! He's listening to a recording of running water and that helps more that anything, but it just seems to slow him down, not shut him off. Does anybody know who holds the world record for the longest crying jag? Maybe we should start keeping track and get a pool going. If I could earn some money listening to him, it might make it easier. Pray for us both. PLEASE! :o)&lt;/div&gt;I &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261319570276821538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/SQP2RgQpKiI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Fh06AZ09Nv4/s320/October+2008+038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I included a picture of a quiet 5 seconds. Can you see his poor little tears? It just breaks my heart!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. I found out the camera does work if I turn the flash off.  It's better than nothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5299918955795973380-2557251333197493331?l=kristenkremer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristenkremer.blogspot.com/feeds/2557251333197493331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5299918955795973380&amp;postID=2557251333197493331' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299918955795973380/posts/default/2557251333197493331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299918955795973380/posts/default/2557251333197493331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristenkremer.blogspot.com/2008/10/why-did-i-do-this.html' title='Why did I do this?'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14671792065365092651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/SQP1lx1mQsI/AAAAAAAAAA0/fZjpKpRDqWs/s72-c/October+2008+037.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299918955795973380.post-7858411181865058716</id><published>2008-10-23T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T20:20:23.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/SQE-jxXykEI/AAAAAAAAAAs/kZivgTGz9bo/s1600-h/October+2008+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260554624014913602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/SQE-jxXykEI/AAAAAAAAAAs/kZivgTGz9bo/s320/October+2008+034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Henry's cousin Andrew joined us this evening for a sleepover.  They ate cookies and popcorn and ran around in circles.  Generally acted like two 5 year old boys.  They wore matching ninja pajamas and insisted they were afraid of the dark.  I went to check on them and they just looked so sweet I thought I would share. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5299918955795973380-7858411181865058716?l=kristenkremer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristenkremer.blogspot.com/feeds/7858411181865058716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5299918955795973380&amp;postID=7858411181865058716' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299918955795973380/posts/default/7858411181865058716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299918955795973380/posts/default/7858411181865058716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristenkremer.blogspot.com/2008/10/henrys-cousin-andrew-joined-us-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14671792065365092651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/SQE-jxXykEI/AAAAAAAAAAs/kZivgTGz9bo/s72-c/October+2008+034.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299918955795973380.post-8643860287836464846</id><published>2008-10-22T01:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T01:28:17.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/SP7jsvzyixI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Ow9ezbyghJ8/s1600-h/October+2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259891772702755602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/SP7jsvzyixI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Ow9ezbyghJ8/s320/October+2008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So here is Henry's first school picture.  My little kindergartner!  I thought I would take a minute and say how much I love this little guy and enjoy being his mother.  Nobody has ever made me laugh as hard as he has, or made me as mad.  It's been a wild ride for the two of us (and I'm sure it's only going to get wilder), but I have loved every minute of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5299918955795973380-8643860287836464846?l=kristenkremer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristenkremer.blogspot.com/feeds/8643860287836464846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5299918955795973380&amp;postID=8643860287836464846' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299918955795973380/posts/default/8643860287836464846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299918955795973380/posts/default/8643860287836464846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristenkremer.blogspot.com/2008/10/so-here-is-henrys-first-school-picture.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14671792065365092651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EMRiBk8t5WA/SP7jsvzyixI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Ow9ezbyghJ8/s72-c/October+2008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299918955795973380.post-7137305048891909897</id><published>2008-10-21T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T08:15:14.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blast it!</title><content type='html'>So, Henry broke my camera.  The little turkey dropped it in a cup of water and now it's on the fritz.  I'm so bummed that I can't take new pictures and put them on my new blog!  If anybody has an extra camera laying around let me know and I'll come take it off your hands!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5299918955795973380-7137305048891909897?l=kristenkremer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristenkremer.blogspot.com/feeds/7137305048891909897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5299918955795973380&amp;postID=7137305048891909897' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299918955795973380/posts/default/7137305048891909897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299918955795973380/posts/default/7137305048891909897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristenkremer.blogspot.com/2008/10/blast-it.html' title='Blast it!'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14671792065365092651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299918955795973380.post-5157509959233423141</id><published>2008-10-19T17:40:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T02:35:17.494-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The heir to the throne</title><content type='html'>Henry just hurt himself while attempting to give himself a high-five. The dorkiness is strong in this one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5299918955795973380-5157509959233423141?l=kristenkremer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristenkremer.blogspot.com/feeds/5157509959233423141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5299918955795973380&amp;postID=5157509959233423141' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299918955795973380/posts/default/5157509959233423141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299918955795973380/posts/default/5157509959233423141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristenkremer.blogspot.com/2008/10/heir-to-throne.html' title='The heir to the throne'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14671792065365092651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299918955795973380.post-5263706353685086243</id><published>2008-10-17T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T09:51:25.885-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello blogging world!  This isn't anything I thought I'd be doing so be patient with me.  I'm excited to be able to share my little world with all of you.  My husband Jesse and I aren't really exciting, but our kids are!  Henry needs his own TV show rather than me just trying to explain him to other people.  Freddie hasn't yet revealed his mystical powers, but we're waiting on pins and needles.  He did eat rice cereal for the first time yesterday, does that count?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5299918955795973380-5263706353685086243?l=kristenkremer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristenkremer.blogspot.com/feeds/5263706353685086243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5299918955795973380&amp;postID=5263706353685086243' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299918955795973380/posts/default/5263706353685086243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5299918955795973380/posts/default/5263706353685086243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristenkremer.blogspot.com/2008/10/hello-blogging-world-this-isnt-anything.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14671792065365092651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
