tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38959436840635743252024-02-21T00:34:54.810-05:00The Rogers Family BlogApril and Alanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11793467182600605400noreply@blogger.comBlogger87125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895943684063574325.post-37060518351628787702015-02-18T06:39:00.001-05:002015-02-18T06:40:21.615-05:00Baby's First Blanket and Cradle -- Written and never published from June 2009Aunt Brenda hosted our first baby shower where we were able to celebrate and visit with many family members and friends. It was a beautiful shower with delicious food and great company. We were definitely "showered" with love and gifts that day. Our baby boy was given some very special gifts at that shower.
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A beautiful cradle fit for a prince was one of those special gifts. Aunt Brenda, we are so thankful for this gift! We plan on keeping him in our bedroom for the first few weeks in this cradle.
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Another very special gift was a quilt hand-made by my mom. This was more than just a hand-made quilt, though. It was made of fabric from Alan's mom's favorite robes. Alan's mom, Cindy, died in 2005 and we miss her dearly--especially as we anticipate the upcoming birth of our first child. We didn't know that Aunt Brenda had saved her favorite robes for something as special as this gift.
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I knew my mom wanted to make a quilt for our son, but I had no idea how sentimental that quilt would be. The quilt made from Cindy's robes is just perfect. I don't know how to put it into words how much that quilt means to us. Alan's sister, Amy, was surprised when she got a quilt, as well. It was such a sweet moment at the shower, I couldn't hold back the tears! Mom and Aunt Brenda, THANK YOU!!!
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<br />April and Alanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11793467182600605400noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895943684063574325.post-43972998878674399642015-02-18T06:36:00.001-05:002015-02-18T06:36:18.827-05:00A good Daddy...<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Yesterday, I Sam and I went for a "run"...which really means we go down the street and he sprints, walks, skips, bunny hops, runs and what ever else he fells the urge to do :) I'm trying to teach him to pace himself. He's not interested in jogging unless he can run fast. Anyway, I have found that when we go out for these little excursions, Sam is more open in conversation and tells me things that he normally wouldn't think to tell me. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">As we are walking, a lady in our neighborhood passes us and says, "oh what a cute little girl!"--about George who is bundled up in the stroller.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">She passes by and a minute later this is what Sam says:</span></span><br />
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<i><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Sam: Mommy, we are an all boy family! There's only one girl in our family and that's you.</span></span></i><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><i>Sam: I have a good Mommy and Daddy. Mommy, you picked a good Daddy to marry! </i></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">... and that was the sentence that made me smile. I wanted to be sure to put this one in writing, so someday when Sam may not feel the same way, I can remind him how he felt when he was a wise 5 year old. He so right...I picked a good Daddy and I'm so thankful for that.</span></span><br />
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<br />April and Alanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11793467182600605400noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895943684063574325.post-61877317974386157142014-09-25T21:11:00.004-04:002014-09-25T21:11:41.340-04:00Just waiting for Daddy...<div style="text-align: center;">
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">He says, "I'm going to go wait for my Daddy!" and then he goes to sit on the curb at the front of the house and just wait. </span></div>
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April and Alanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11793467182600605400noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895943684063574325.post-77613295370082262792014-09-25T21:07:00.002-04:002014-09-25T21:08:33.003-04:00Our Morning Dose of Sunshine<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">That's Patrick on most days. He smiles as he says, "Good morning, Mommy! Good morning, Daddy!" He can't wait to go downstairs each morning for his breakfast...easily his favorite meal of the day. Here we are on the way to school one morning. I couldn't help not to snap a few photos of him smiling and laughing at George, who was sitting beside him in the car. </span></div>
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<br />April and Alanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11793467182600605400noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895943684063574325.post-3819792205086565692014-09-02T22:57:00.001-04:002014-09-02T22:57:43.239-04:00Quality Time with GeorgeGeorge has a stomach bug. Poor little guy. I am so thankful that I was able to take today off work to stay home to take care of him. I hate that he is sick, but I have to admit that I loved having the opportunity to pamper him and spend some quality time with him. I hate to admit this, but since my maternity leave, I haven't had much one on one time with sweet George. I guess that's par for the course when you are baby number three. It's just that I'm always distracted and being pulled in so many directions that I rarely have moments to just sit and watch him, play with him, and snuggle with him. Well, today, I did all of those things.<br />
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George has the most contagious laugh and smile. He is so playful! As I was folding laundry, he would come up to the pile of folded clothes and push them off the table. He'd laugh. Then I'd laugh. I'd pick up the clothes and seconds later he comes back with a smile on his face that tells me he is coming back for more games and we continued this little game again and again. He has such a good-natured and lively spirit!<br />
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I love the way he smiles and sticks his cute little tongue out sideways.<br />
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Usually I carry him in the wrap when we go to the grocery store, but today I put him and Sam in the race car cart. It was hilarious. George was literally squealing in delight for most of our shopping trip. He finds such joy in so many little things.<br />
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Keep in mind, this was all while he was sick! We are so blessed by his sweet and joyful spirit. I pray that these attributes stay with him all the days of his life. <br />
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April and Alanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11793467182600605400noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895943684063574325.post-22066741973404854182014-06-16T23:09:00.000-04:002014-06-16T23:09:54.721-04:00Sam the SWIMMER!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">The pool has been his happy place this summer. At the beginning of the summer, keep in mind it's still only June 16th, Sam couldn't swim more than 5 feet without grabbing on to the rope or the wall. We had heard many friends say that swim team was the best thing for teaching youngsters to swim--I have to agree. We signed him up for the swim team thinking it may help him learn how to swim. He has already far exceeded my expectations. At practice every night, he swims in the lap lane, but one of the coaches is always in the water with him helping him. He was stopping on the rope or wall every 4-5 feet. It takes a long time to make it across the pool when you stop that often! </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"> At Sam's first meet, he walked in and started to panic and cry. He absolutely did NOT want to swim in front of all those people! For the first time, he wasn't interested in racing anyone---I think partly because he knew he would never win and partly because there were so many people watching. He cried the whole way up to the podium. I hated it. I wanted to just scoop him up and tell him he didn't have to do it. Alan talked to him about his own fears when he races and that seemed to help get him at least to the lane where his coaches would take over the encouragement. Alan and his coaches must have said something right, because somehow Sam made it to the podium and jumped in the pool.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"> The announcer said, "Swimmers, take your mark, ready, set..." and the horn went off. My focus was fixed completely on Sam and I could hardly believe my eyes. Sam swam the ENTIRE LENGTH of the pool without stopping once!!! HE DID IT!!! HE DID IT!!! We were so proud of him! Here is a picture of him after that first swim all the way across the pool. </span><br />
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<br />April and Alanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11793467182600605400noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895943684063574325.post-33531660421928284622014-06-16T06:52:00.003-04:002014-06-16T06:52:32.502-04:00Little Biker Boy<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"> This cute little fella loves his bikes. It started with a fascination with motorcycles, thanks to Grandpa Dean. Then he started riding anything and everything with wheels that he could find in the garage, minus the adult cars and bikes. Recently, has been interested in the bike in this picture with training wheels. He calls it his "big bike". He was nice and cautious for a few days, and then a couple of days ago, he decided he wanted to go for a big ride. He had been so cautious that I thought it would be okay to go down the street a bit. Well, as soon as he got a taste of the freedom, he took off! The scary part was that he really doesn't have much control on the bike yet...he just goes fast! I found myself running after him yelling, "Stop!!! Patrick!!! Stop!!!". I eventually caught up to him and he had a grin on his face from ear to ear. "I ride my big bike, mommy!!!" </span></div>
April and Alanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11793467182600605400noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895943684063574325.post-51768230682835209572014-06-07T22:09:00.003-04:002014-06-07T22:15:33.016-04:00My little buttercup...<div style="text-align: center;">
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Lately his reply has been, "No mommy, I'm Patrick Rogers!"</span></div>
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April and Alanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11793467182600605400noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895943684063574325.post-57133813529188259202014-06-03T06:47:00.002-04:002014-06-07T22:11:19.992-04:00End of the School Year Thoughts <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> This has been a really busy school year, I think back and can't believe how much has happened in the past year.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> We were blessed with the birth of sweet George. His first year of life is going by so quickly! Sometimes I just want to sit in one spot and hold him and look at his sweet face to savor the memory. With each milestone, I almost feel a sense of sadness as he grows so quickly and I realize he is (most likely) our last baby. There is just nothing as sweet as those sweet baby sounds and soft baby skin. He is a happy baby boy! I could just sit and cuddle with him for hours...if I only had the time.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> Patrick has grown and changed so much in the last year. I was amazed when I found a list that I created just one year ago of the words that Patrick was saying. It was just last summer that I was worried that Patrick was going to need speech therapy because he wasn't talking much. Now, he talks in complete sentences and shares his thoughts constantly during his waking hours! I love hearing what is on his mind. He has such sweet manners, saying "please", "Thank you, mommy", and "God Bless You" when I sneeze. He tells us what he likes and what he doesn't like. I think he is the most decisive person in our family! He sings and dances and is so full of life. His smile brightens the room every time.</span><br />
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April and Alanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11793467182600605400noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895943684063574325.post-54148849542269814322014-06-02T07:14:00.001-04:002014-06-02T07:31:40.427-04:00Patrick's first trip to the ER<div style="text-align: left;">
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<br />April and Alanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11793467182600605400noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895943684063574325.post-952146778227617372014-04-30T11:23:00.001-04:002014-04-30T11:25:36.741-04:00Sam's Life PlanHere is the latest from Sam:<br />
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Driving home from school one day last week, Sam randomly mentioned from the back seat that he wants to live in our house when he grows up. He said that the reason for this is so that his kids can play with his toys. I asked him how many kids he wants to have and he replied, " Umm, I think four. I want four boys and one girl." Maybe his math is a little bit off :)<br />
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Maybe the third time is a charm... this was by far the easiest delivery of the three boys. I was so nervous, but thanks to the multitude of prayers lifted, George's delivery was smooth and quick! Sam was breach so we had to do a c-section, Patrick was a difficult V-BAC, and George was a scheduled induction. Anyone who knows me knows that I'm not good about handling pain so I was nervous about each and every one of my deliveries. I would do all three of them again to have these precious children, though. Alan and I are blessed to have these three little boys in our lives.</div>
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His brothers absolutely <i>adore</i> him. </div>
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At times, we feel tired and stressed, but our hearts are full of a love that is more than we could have ever dreamed. We are thankful everyday for our family.</div>
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Just look at that smile. Patrick has the most beautiful smile and contagious laugh. </div>
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Patrick has the sweetest manners. <br />
When asking for something he always says it in this way: "more oatmeal, please, mommy" and " thank you, mommy". <br />
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Where Sam used to point out every basketball hoop as we drove around town,<br />
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He loves to laugh and be silly with his big brother. </div>
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He loves to play outside riding all the various kinds of bikes we have accumulated in our garage<br />
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He likes to eat oatmeal, yogurt, applesauce, and fruit snacks. </div>
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He's growing fast and talking and learning more and more each day.</div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Please excuse the typo near the end of the video... I have little time to make videos and I hate that I missed that typo, but I just haven't had a chance to fix it. </span><br />
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April and Alanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11793467182600605400noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895943684063574325.post-14842292708464261262012-11-19T10:05:00.003-05:002012-11-19T10:05:51.430-05:00Thanksgiving Lunches at School<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Every year the sweet people at our daycare invite the parents for a Thanksgiving feast with the children. It's delicious home-cooked food made by the director and her helpers. We get to sit with our children and enjoy a Thanksgiving meal while watching them interact with their peers and teachers in the school setting. This year was extra nice because I got to go twice! </div>
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I had lunch with Patrick in his class on Thursday and lunch with Sam's class on Friday. </div>
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Special lunch dates with my boys--two days in a row! </div>
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It always amazes me how grown-up the boys seem when they are at school. I especially felt that way seeing Patrick sitting at a little table with his friends. I usually strap him in his high chair to feed him. I didn't think he would sit still long enough to eat a meal without being strapped in! But, he did very well. Although he would rather use the spoon to beat on the table than to use it as an eating utensil :) He's getting there...</div>
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Sam's class sang songs for us while we were waiting for the meal. I enjoyed hearing the songs and learning the words that I've been trying to make sense of for months. Sam loves to sing at home and at school, but when he is singing by himself at home I can't make out all the words. </div>
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I also learned where he gets his dancing moves...because it certainly wasn't from me! I think its a combination of this father and his friends at school. </div>
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April and Alanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11793467182600605400noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895943684063574325.post-60779452402364408842012-11-15T21:57:00.000-05:002012-11-15T21:57:15.103-05:00Halloween 2012<div style="text-align: center;">
This was a fun Halloween for Sam. </div>
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He had been looking forward to dressing as Spider Man since he found the costume in a bin of clothes from Aunt Amy a year ago! </div>
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Patrick was a Monkey...the same one that Sam was when he was one. So if the pictures of Patrick look familiar, that's why :)</div>
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<br />April and Alanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11793467182600605400noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895943684063574325.post-39428635760874867402012-11-15T21:39:00.000-05:002012-11-16T09:11:59.335-05:00Look Who's Walking!<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Patrick still prefers crawling to his wobbly walk, but this video shows he can do it!</span></div>
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Sam was so inspired by Boshear's Sky Fest today!April and Alanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11793467182600605400noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895943684063574325.post-87170985291262748182012-10-20T05:56:00.000-04:002012-10-20T06:08:39.287-04:00Happy Birthday Patrick!<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Wow...I know everyone says it happens, but really where has this past year gone? Do we really have a one year old baby already? I can hardly believe you are a year old today (I actually started this post on your birthday). It seems like yesterday that you were born. We love your sweet smile and contagious laugh. We love your big hugs and kisses. We love your expressiveness---you aren't shy to share your emotions (the good and the bad!). We love your playfulness and curiosity. You truly have been such a blessing to us. We are thankful everyday for you!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> From 6-10 months of age, you refused most solid food (unless it was Orange Vanilla Greek Yogurt) and I worried so much that you weren't going get enough to eat and that you were going to be a picky eater (even pickier than your brother Sam!). Aunt Caroline even worked her speech therapy magic on you to no avail. I bought books, researched on the internet, tried all kinds of food, but nothing interested you except milk. My how things have changed since then. Now you eat almost everything and anything. You even enjoyed a dill pickle spear last weekend! You sucked on that pickle like it was a popsicle! I think you eat more than Sam, now...seriously :)</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">You love to play with the push toys right now and what ever Sam is playing so now we are starting to see the struggles with sharing between you. Even still there is a brotherly love that I can already see between you, also. I hope to foster that love between you as you grow. My favorite is watching you play cars and make the car noises like Sam. I can already tell you watch him carefully and like to mimic what you see! You also impress me with your block tower building skills. I can't leave a laundry basket on the floor without you climbing in, either!</span></div>
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April and Alanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11793467182600605400noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895943684063574325.post-49273775438972667952012-09-25T21:09:00.005-04:002012-09-25T21:09:58.606-04:00Not Your Average Barber<div style="text-align: center;">
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I shot this video last night to record his unique way of cleaning things up after the hair cut. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I took this a week or so ago while grocery shopping with the boys. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Sam made it his priority to teach his little brother how to "drive" the cart. Very. Sweet.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Now, for the "after" pictures. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Please excuse the spaghetti stained smile :) </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I think this was Alan's best haircut yet! </span></div>
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April and Alanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11793467182600605400noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895943684063574325.post-35093980916198012172012-09-19T21:38:00.001-04:002012-09-19T21:38:28.441-04:00Love how Patrick Sleeps...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">This is the cutest. </span></div>
April and Alanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11793467182600605400noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895943684063574325.post-76622471736775196462012-09-11T21:25:00.002-04:002012-09-11T21:31:40.258-04:00Jammin' Sammy<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">We had a little fun after dinner the other night. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Here is a just a glimpse of it! </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Three is such a fun age. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I want to remember these moments forever.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OslKY9C8HL8&feature=channel&list=UL" target="_blank">Click here to view the video.</a></span></div>
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