<?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-5426689816470615812</id><updated>2012-02-13T19:33:05.763-08:00</updated><category term='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/TJaK9TcidsI/AAAAAAAAAWI/ETiEC9HJTtg/s1600/DSC_0215.JPG'/><category term='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-whUVO_1m8Qs/TsLZLLuxhPI/AAAAAAAAAh0/BTIvNFrxWYA/s400/DSC_0166.JPG'/><title type='text'>Team Bourlon</title><subtitle type='html'>And two became three...plus a dog.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bourlonfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426689816470615812/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bourlonfamily.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Team Bourlon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17757216566367613137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S1s9Ft1SgRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kfTGtqGuoOQ/S220/Blog.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5426689816470615812.post-2721903076899737998</id><published>2012-01-19T09:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T15:14:49.934-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Luke's phone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So we finally backed up (almost all) the pictures from Luke's phone.  Thought I'd share this cute one from one year ago at her one year old check up.  So much has changed with her, but she still has the same mischievous sparkle in her eyes.  Jojo will be 2 next Wednesday and I can't believe how quickly these past couple years have flown by.  It's going to be amazing to go from a family of three to five in one day, but I will always cherish our time alone with Jolene and our little family of three.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OSF15zEWCGs/Txihsz4SKDI/AAAAAAAAAkI/H1g1fwPdTKI/s1600/IMG_0221.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OSF15zEWCGs/Txihsz4SKDI/AAAAAAAAAkI/H1g1fwPdTKI/s400/IMG_0221.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699483119649957938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Amelia turned 2 yesterday and this picture from last summer still pretty much sums up their relationship.  Silly little girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XVT_I1c56Ak/TxihrfNb_BI/AAAAAAAAAkA/8SgUsCgi-4s/s1600/IMG_0686.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XVT_I1c56Ak/TxihrfNb_BI/AAAAAAAAAkA/8SgUsCgi-4s/s400/IMG_0686.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699483096921668626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just had to include this recent one of Jojo and her favorite girl cousin, Bella.  She thinks Bella is a rock star and Bella is SO sweet and great with her...which is pretty much a wonderful thing for me because Bella is like a little Mommy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-np8Yp3KfyrI/TxihrGtLJ6I/AAAAAAAAAjw/TeELD_6hP4Y/s1600/DSC_0100.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-np8Yp3KfyrI/TxihrGtLJ6I/AAAAAAAAAjw/TeELD_6hP4Y/s400/DSC_0100.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699483090343896994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5426689816470615812-2721903076899737998?l=bourlonfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bourlonfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2721903076899737998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bourlonfamily.blogspot.com/2012/01/lukes-phone.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426689816470615812/posts/default/2721903076899737998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426689816470615812/posts/default/2721903076899737998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bourlonfamily.blogspot.com/2012/01/lukes-phone.html' title='Luke&apos;s phone'/><author><name>Team Bourlon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17757216566367613137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S1s9Ft1SgRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kfTGtqGuoOQ/S220/Blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OSF15zEWCGs/Txihsz4SKDI/AAAAAAAAAkI/H1g1fwPdTKI/s72-c/IMG_0221.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5426689816470615812.post-5190232638663854686</id><published>2011-12-21T18:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T18:59:13.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'>(kind of) recent photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;These are in reverse chronological order.  I'm too lazy to rearrange them...so we'll start with December and work our way back to October.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lHeiUD_klek/TvKbK19vwNI/AAAAAAAAAjg/NwmStQggbK0/s1600/DSC_0079.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lHeiUD_klek/TvKbK19vwNI/AAAAAAAAAjg/NwmStQggbK0/s400/DSC_0079.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688779889909416146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Saying "Yay" to going to see Santa Claus at the Christmas Affair.  She changed her tone once we got to Santa's lap and she is officially NOT a fan of the fat guy.  For days after this, she would tell me first thing every morning, "no see Santa" and "Jojo cry Santa."  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8gq7ImJOFkg/TvKbJiOCGRI/AAAAAAAAAjU/QEBNEM46F14/s1600/DSC_0289.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8gq7ImJOFkg/TvKbJiOCGRI/AAAAAAAAAjU/QEBNEM46F14/s400/DSC_0289.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688779867429148946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mommy's lazy homemade kitten costume.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5PJyAM4R7XE/TvKbJVyS2II/AAAAAAAAAjI/eLVmHpnyOzc/s1600/DSC_0236.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5PJyAM4R7XE/TvKbJVyS2II/AAAAAAAAAjI/eLVmHpnyOzc/s400/DSC_0236.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688779864091580546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The group shot of the kiddos at the Tarrytown United Methodist pumpkin patch.  They all seem so confused.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R4R0SBO8MXM/TvKbI_c5bAI/AAAAAAAAAi8/mRv3G8Wv6oU/s1600/DSC_0208.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R4R0SBO8MXM/TvKbI_c5bAI/AAAAAAAAAi8/mRv3G8Wv6oU/s400/DSC_0208.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688779858096253954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ring around the rosie girls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RrjnXPztpdQ/TvKbIo7pzEI/AAAAAAAAAiw/n9SrX6qFQe4/s1600/DSC_0176.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RrjnXPztpdQ/TvKbIo7pzEI/AAAAAAAAAiw/n9SrX6qFQe4/s400/DSC_0176.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688779852051237954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Her "blue steel" look.  Girl knows her angles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5426689816470615812-5190232638663854686?l=bourlonfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bourlonfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5190232638663854686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bourlonfamily.blogspot.com/2011/12/kind-of-recent-photos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426689816470615812/posts/default/5190232638663854686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426689816470615812/posts/default/5190232638663854686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bourlonfamily.blogspot.com/2011/12/kind-of-recent-photos.html' title='(kind of) recent photos'/><author><name>Team Bourlon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17757216566367613137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S1s9Ft1SgRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kfTGtqGuoOQ/S220/Blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lHeiUD_klek/TvKbK19vwNI/AAAAAAAAAjg/NwmStQggbK0/s72-c/DSC_0079.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5426689816470615812.post-3751325624128624456</id><published>2011-11-10T13:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T13:59:55.773-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-whUVO_1m8Qs/TsLZLLuxhPI/AAAAAAAAAh0/BTIvNFrxWYA/s400/DSC_0166.JPG'/><title type='text'>My excuse for not blogging....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The past few months have been a whirlwind in the Bourlon home. We sold our house on Mt. Bonnell, moved to the 28th floor of a high rise apartment in downtown, and misplaced our camera cord. Thus, no new blog posts and no updated pictures of baby girl, who now coincidentally, is a big girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These all seem like great excuses for not blogging, but the biggest reason is that I have been sick and exhausted for the last few months...three to be exact. For those who have endured the first trimester of pregnancy, you know what I'm talkingabout. No home cooked meals, no housework, and limited mobility after Daddy gets home from work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So our good news is that I'm 16 weeks pregnant with little babies!  That's right, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;babies&lt;/span&gt;, as in plural. Two babies to be exact. We are going to have little twins join the family in April and unbelievably our family will grow from 3 to 5! I'm going to have to update the name of this blog. Our doctor told us yesterday she is 85% sure that they are a BOY and a GIRL! We'll find out for sure at our 20 week ultrasound, but my fingers are crossed for this amazing combination.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People always ask if twins run in our family and my negative reply usually leads them to ask if they were conceived naturally. The first time someone asked me this, I had no idea what they were talking about. I get it now and understand that a lot of twins today are a result of fertility treatments. Thankfully, this was an absolute act of God that required no medical intervention. The first thing I said when we saw the ultrasound was that God really has an interesting sense of humor. I bet He chuckled as we moved into our two bedroom apartment knowing he had just created the two little souls that had recently taken up residence in my womb.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are a few snapshots of our life in the last few months. Jojo is getting so big and she is such a delight to be around...most of the time. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BAhZr5O2cUw/TsLUmdl0CCI/AAAAAAAAAhc/bG4P8uhNTLs/s400/DSC_0042.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675332237683591202" /&gt;Summer watermelon eating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-whUVO_1m8Qs/TsLZLLuxhPI/AAAAAAAAAh0/BTIvNFrxWYA/s400/DSC_0166.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675337266591007986" /&gt;4th of July trip to the Galbreath's family lake house.  Brooke G, I promise to send you pics of this and several other events I neglected to upload all summer (Jo's playroom).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r1xXRM6mqD0/TsLXw2Y8tTI/AAAAAAAAAho/ilRIEzxuyOA/s400/DSC_0105.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675335714674095410" /&gt;My little thrill seekers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0X-ndce1EL8/TsLdlRnAb4I/AAAAAAAAAiY/OX82DJct4Ck/s400/DSC_0036.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675342112892153730" /&gt;Aunt Ivette, Uncle Kyle, Jake, and Timothy came to visit. Don't Jojo and Jake look alike?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0HlzXlRiNX0/TsLan5wWh6I/AAAAAAAAAiA/avrMNDsyfvk/s400/DSC_0188.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675338859493623714" /&gt;Fun in the tree with Noni and Grandpa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pNqDVQEQl_c/TsLbv4mWM5I/AAAAAAAAAiM/PX0L_akUZYk/s400/DSC_0008.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675340096133804946" /&gt;Monday mornings at the Children's Museum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-36aEVm8xKaw/TsLe-XErndI/AAAAAAAAAik/2i75tpwCq_4/s400/DSC_0089.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675343643367153106" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Colorado trip with Luke's family (Me, Brooke, and Mary Beth about to go fly fishing)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'll post more recent pictures later.  My computer is taking forever to upload for some reason.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5426689816470615812-3751325624128624456?l=bourlonfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bourlonfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3751325624128624456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bourlonfamily.blogspot.com/2011/11/my-excuse-for-not-blogging.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426689816470615812/posts/default/3751325624128624456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426689816470615812/posts/default/3751325624128624456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bourlonfamily.blogspot.com/2011/11/my-excuse-for-not-blogging.html' title='My excuse for not blogging....'/><author><name>Team Bourlon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17757216566367613137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S1s9Ft1SgRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kfTGtqGuoOQ/S220/Blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BAhZr5O2cUw/TsLUmdl0CCI/AAAAAAAAAhc/bG4P8uhNTLs/s72-c/DSC_0042.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5426689816470615812.post-2248004923587664710</id><published>2011-06-18T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T11:10:57.278-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring flew by...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Here are some photos from our recent Spring adventures. Lately, we've cut done on our outdoor activities unless it involves water because it's so HOT!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yBrKThAKxik/Tfzb5zUnlCI/AAAAAAAAAg4/_vjCY4oOOnw/s400/DSC_0117.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619608221127250978" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Impromptu family photo session at Mt. Bonnell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9dbPikJW_vY/Tfzb5l0OZAI/AAAAAAAAAgw/OI4WuwBnnrg/s400/DSC_0111.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619608217501721602" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9AEceOceW-E/Tfzb5f5MXAI/AAAAAAAAAgo/dI8n49VEMP4/s400/DSC_0124.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619608215911947266" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d5rbnFulsus/TfzZa-2_YBI/AAAAAAAAAgg/rCTtkecZgVY/s400/DSC_0152.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619605492625006610" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We had the opportunity to host these folks from the Ugandan Mwangaza children's choir over Easter weekend.  They were so sweet and we loved getting to know them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yZTlWREQ6VY/Tfzb6JPMq6I/AAAAAAAAAhA/yRUYQpcXG0I/s400/DSC_0164.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619608227010096034" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Cinco de Mayo!  JoJo kept trying to kiss this donkey.  He wasn't that into her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oWvrPOnOyZA/TfzZaONvL3I/AAAAAAAAAgY/vE0a5Swve3U/s1600/DSC_0169.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oWvrPOnOyZA/TfzZaONvL3I/AAAAAAAAAgY/vE0a5Swve3U/s400/DSC_0169.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619605479567077234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We met up with our friends, the Galbreaths, at a little Mexican restaurant to celebrate. They had Spanish dancers, a pinata, a donkey, and yummy sangria.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ct6Oqian0-c/TfzZZ0j3cyI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/F3ImPBLrWys/s1600/DSC_0187.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ct6Oqian0-c/TfzZZ0j3cyI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/F3ImPBLrWys/s400/DSC_0187.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619605472680571682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/25282283?title=0&amp;amp;byline=0&amp;amp;portrait=0" width="400" height="300" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/25282283"&gt;Untitled&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user3078193"&gt;Courtney Bourlon&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jolene stomped it up on the dance floor and cried when we had to get her off the stage so the real dancer could perform.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C2OLWgvNZPI/TfzZZeoUGiI/AAAAAAAAAgI/9Ow33KqOd2w/s1600/DSC_0205.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C2OLWgvNZPI/TfzZZeoUGiI/AAAAAAAAAgI/9Ow33KqOd2w/s400/DSC_0205.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619605466793646626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We went to the Austin  zoo with Morgan and Amelia one Saturday morning...lots of kisses on the train ride.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p3ylxdgkahc/TfzZY1Es1KI/AAAAAAAAAgA/2ggHAEpO998/s1600/DSC_0209.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p3ylxdgkahc/TfzZY1Es1KI/AAAAAAAAAgA/2ggHAEpO998/s400/DSC_0209.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619605455638418594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She looks like such a big girl here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IZqKtRSwT_s/TfzX2oOhmtI/AAAAAAAAAf4/LF5AFh9xlZE/s1600/DSC_0223.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IZqKtRSwT_s/TfzX2oOhmtI/AAAAAAAAAf4/LF5AFh9xlZE/s400/DSC_0223.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619603768562784978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Luke and I went to an Astro's game with my parents and we had amazing seats...thanks, Dad! Jolene got to spend the evening with her Houston cousins playing dress up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mmgcOourmN0/TfzX0CMj4sI/AAAAAAAAAfw/d2rLkzahQ-8/s1600/DSC_0229.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mmgcOourmN0/TfzX0CMj4sI/AAAAAAAAAfw/d2rLkzahQ-8/s400/DSC_0229.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619603723994260162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This girls loves beans. It's one of the staples of her diet considering at this point she only had two bottom teeth.  She finally got two more on bottom last week and three are poking through up top as of yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9OYOz4GLpG4/TfzXzwqLTVI/AAAAAAAAAfo/MWY5eWzltBk/s1600/DSC_0256.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9OYOz4GLpG4/TfzXzwqLTVI/AAAAAAAAAfo/MWY5eWzltBk/s400/DSC_0256.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619603719286639954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Grandpa teaches Jolene how to drive the dump truck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kPgsID2vjmY/TfzXzjOl4RI/AAAAAAAAAfg/i52YSMv3ke8/s1600/DSC_0276.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kPgsID2vjmY/TfzXzjOl4RI/AAAAAAAAAfg/i52YSMv3ke8/s400/DSC_0276.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619603715681280274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Beau, Uncle Hal, Joley, and Daddy (with Jesse James trying to comfort a fussy baby).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WQTwT6OqDvw/TfzXzYvA4yI/AAAAAAAAAfY/0772a20RuYc/s1600/DSC_0270.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WQTwT6OqDvw/TfzXzYvA4yI/AAAAAAAAAfY/0772a20RuYc/s400/DSC_0270.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619603712864477986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sweet cousin Bella who loved playing with Jolene.  The cousins are so sweet to her!&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/5426689816470615812-2248004923587664710?l=bourlonfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bourlonfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2248004923587664710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bourlonfamily.blogspot.com/2011/06/spring-flew-by.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426689816470615812/posts/default/2248004923587664710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426689816470615812/posts/default/2248004923587664710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bourlonfamily.blogspot.com/2011/06/spring-flew-by.html' title='Spring flew by...'/><author><name>Team Bourlon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17757216566367613137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S1s9Ft1SgRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kfTGtqGuoOQ/S220/Blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yBrKThAKxik/Tfzb5zUnlCI/AAAAAAAAAg4/_vjCY4oOOnw/s72-c/DSC_0117.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5426689816470615812.post-4600480163107777506</id><published>2011-05-02T13:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T14:09:24.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Marfa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Luke surprised me on the weekend following my birthday with a trip WAAAAY out to the little West Texas town of Marfa. I went with a couple of friends a few years back and we had a great time.  This time we actually stayed at a place called Cibolo Creek Ranch, just outside of Marfa, which had tons of cool history...check out this amazing and remote, resort. &lt;a href="http://cibolocreekranch.com"&gt;http://cibolocreekranch.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We'd love to go back someday with friends/family and have the run of the place. We left little Joley with her Gigimama for some granddaughter/grandmother bonding time. Thank you, Carole! We didn't worry for a second about how Jolene was doing because she was in such capable, loving hands. Not to mention I wrote a manifesto on "tips for taking care of Jolene" before we left.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Honestly, one of the best parts was just getting to spend alone time with Luke in the car. No crying baby, no schedules, lots of knitting, books on tape, loud music....divine!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4lxYekI8-h0/Tb8cTvpRrCI/AAAAAAAAAfM/84Of5qUG0Mg/s1600/DSC_0065.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4lxYekI8-h0/Tb8cTvpRrCI/AAAAAAAAAfM/84Of5qUG0Mg/s400/DSC_0065.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602227587004869666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Crossing the Pecos River on the way home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g-m8-KrnFRA/Tb8cTVupZNI/AAAAAAAAAfE/eQvawREIiH8/s1600/DSC_0055.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g-m8-KrnFRA/Tb8cTVupZNI/AAAAAAAAAfE/eQvawREIiH8/s400/DSC_0055.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602227580048073938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Heading into the front of the property.  Notice all the green cottonwood trees...there are natural springs that go right through the fort.  An aqueduct was constructed to channel the water for their use.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SpKzz6mtOuk/Tb8cTC0KzDI/AAAAAAAAAe8/cKQTNKZNclE/s1600/DSC_0045.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SpKzz6mtOuk/Tb8cTC0KzDI/AAAAAAAAAe8/cKQTNKZNclE/s400/DSC_0045.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602227574970960946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On a humvee tour of the area.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T9ABxbTnZBo/Tb8cS6qXMhI/AAAAAAAAAe0/ytl4QrDo644/s1600/DSC_0010.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T9ABxbTnZBo/Tb8cS6qXMhI/AAAAAAAAAe0/ytl4QrDo644/s400/DSC_0010.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602227572782346770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The back of the fort.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2Mmn4mOfRxY/Tb8cSc7osSI/AAAAAAAAAes/6WsY_wy0Mug/s1600/DSC_0003.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2Mmn4mOfRxY/Tb8cSc7osSI/AAAAAAAAAes/6WsY_wy0Mug/s400/DSC_0003.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602227564801732898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Boots.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&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/5426689816470615812-4600480163107777506?l=bourlonfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bourlonfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4600480163107777506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bourlonfamily.blogspot.com/2011/05/marfa-and-lake-lbj.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426689816470615812/posts/default/4600480163107777506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426689816470615812/posts/default/4600480163107777506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bourlonfamily.blogspot.com/2011/05/marfa-and-lake-lbj.html' title='Marfa'/><author><name>Team Bourlon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17757216566367613137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S1s9Ft1SgRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kfTGtqGuoOQ/S220/Blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4lxYekI8-h0/Tb8cTvpRrCI/AAAAAAAAAfM/84Of5qUG0Mg/s72-c/DSC_0065.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5426689816470615812.post-5445088555174328521</id><published>2011-04-13T10:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T10:44:44.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love Texas in the springtime...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;By being born a Texan child, Jolene has signed herself up for a childhood of picture taking in the Spring bluebonnets every year.  Here are some of my favorites.  Is it really against the law to pick bluebonnets?  If so, Joley is in big trouble.  It is impossible to stop a 14 month old from picking flowers.  Especially my 14 month old, who has decided to enter the "testing Mommy phase" a little earlier than most of her peers.  I can see in her eyes this little look of defiance and limit pushing each time she does something she knows Mommy won't like.  She is so spirited, and I wouldn't have it any other way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3kbfX32iCy8/TaXd-hx2syI/AAAAAAAAAek/x396-PuLhlQ/s1600/DSC_0463.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3kbfX32iCy8/TaXd-hx2syI/AAAAAAAAAek/x396-PuLhlQ/s400/DSC_0463.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595122178366812962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4Pcb9wXg1Jo/TaXd-XDfbtI/AAAAAAAAAec/r1t8XSiGHxM/s1600/DSC_0439.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4Pcb9wXg1Jo/TaXd-XDfbtI/AAAAAAAAAec/r1t8XSiGHxM/s400/DSC_0439.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595122175487995602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7r1ML8qgQNE/TaXd-P8DxeI/AAAAAAAAAeU/ij2IyYuXqlA/s1600/DSC_0424.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7r1ML8qgQNE/TaXd-P8DxeI/AAAAAAAAAeU/ij2IyYuXqlA/s400/DSC_0424.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595122173577774562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Coy6t2fELjg/TaXd97saiEI/AAAAAAAAAeM/jCM4TBXWjcY/s1600/DSC_0392.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Coy6t2fELjg/TaXd97saiEI/AAAAAAAAAeM/jCM4TBXWjcY/s400/DSC_0392.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595122168143448130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bRsUr0HGOsE/TaXd9m7bYSI/AAAAAAAAAeE/2Bla17flKFk/s1600/DSC_0366.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bRsUr0HGOsE/TaXd9m7bYSI/AAAAAAAAAeE/2Bla17flKFk/s400/DSC_0366.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595122162569273634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vwz_o8Xnfw0/TaXcQSV1-EI/AAAAAAAAAd8/gPc6cxqrIlY/s1600/DSC_0353.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vwz_o8Xnfw0/TaXcQSV1-EI/AAAAAAAAAd8/gPc6cxqrIlY/s400/DSC_0353.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595120284437182530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I bought this Mexican dress for my future daughter in the Spring of 2008 on a trip to Cabo.  Her Noni got her a white one too, but it's still a little too big.  A girl can't have too many Mexican dresses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q23wYNh7CaA/TaXcQLsWFiI/AAAAAAAAAd0/DjUvofqLr8w/s1600/DSC_0347.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q23wYNh7CaA/TaXcQLsWFiI/AAAAAAAAAd0/DjUvofqLr8w/s400/DSC_0347.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595120282652513826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gigimama entertains Jo with the dinner bell at the ranch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-06MbyHI9BRY/TaXcP13XxEI/AAAAAAAAAds/VgnvSRDCL2U/s1600/DSC_0333.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-06MbyHI9BRY/TaXcP13XxEI/AAAAAAAAAds/VgnvSRDCL2U/s400/DSC_0333.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595120276793181250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Joley and Noni at cousin Amanda's shower in Boerne.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RnN1kj4DvTA/TaXcPhYN32I/AAAAAAAAAdk/bZgLfVuJ5mA/s1600/DSC_0304.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RnN1kj4DvTA/TaXcPhYN32I/AAAAAAAAAdk/bZgLfVuJ5mA/s400/DSC_0304.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595120271293800290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This girl loves balloons!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8uSA0j6TCFk/TaXcPnvW1LI/AAAAAAAAAdc/uzet4U8CbRY/s1600/DSC_0328.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8uSA0j6TCFk/TaXcPnvW1LI/AAAAAAAAAdc/uzet4U8CbRY/s400/DSC_0328.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595120273001469106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I love tutus, baby bottoms, and purple converse shoes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5426689816470615812-5445088555174328521?l=bourlonfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bourlonfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5445088555174328521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bourlonfamily.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-love-texas-in-springtime.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426689816470615812/posts/default/5445088555174328521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426689816470615812/posts/default/5445088555174328521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bourlonfamily.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-love-texas-in-springtime.html' title='I love Texas in the springtime...'/><author><name>Team Bourlon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17757216566367613137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S1s9Ft1SgRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kfTGtqGuoOQ/S220/Blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3kbfX32iCy8/TaXd-hx2syI/AAAAAAAAAek/x396-PuLhlQ/s72-c/DSC_0463.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5426689816470615812.post-2211653557756763914</id><published>2011-02-16T09:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T09:29:29.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And we're off!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-3b7675a9d95f4cb7" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3b7675a9d95f4cb7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331451241%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DDAB5D853830021A8BD13430416B809795CBCA41.59764696FE17BC010731AF6C12554CDA32B1806F%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3b7675a9d95f4cb7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DXwQ0Zb5_xXZC0iwhuy5Yh2YlfWY&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3b7675a9d95f4cb7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331451241%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DDAB5D853830021A8BD13430416B809795CBCA41.59764696FE17BC010731AF6C12554CDA32B1806F%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3b7675a9d95f4cb7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DXwQ0Zb5_xXZC0iwhuy5Yh2YlfWY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Little Jo started standing up on her own without using furniture on her actual birthday, January 25.  Later that week, she took a few tentative steps.  The next week, she was taking about 6 steps at a time.  This video is from that week when she was walking and falling all over the place.  Now the kid is a pro and won't crawl anymore.  She is getting fast, too!  Hopefully she'll have her Daddy's speed...then again, I'd prefer to be able to catch her at least until she's about 6.  I have visions already of me being that mom who has to chase her kid around the store.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5426689816470615812-2211653557756763914?l=bourlonfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bourlonfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2211653557756763914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bourlonfamily.blogspot.com/2011/02/and-were-off.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426689816470615812/posts/default/2211653557756763914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426689816470615812/posts/default/2211653557756763914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bourlonfamily.blogspot.com/2011/02/and-were-off.html' title='And we&apos;re off!'/><author><name>Team Bourlon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17757216566367613137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S1s9Ft1SgRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kfTGtqGuoOQ/S220/Blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5426689816470615812.post-8976840022696598438</id><published>2011-02-09T12:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T12:42:19.569-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More Birthday Photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/TVL6ypYvw6I/AAAAAAAAAc8/H6fSSNbOe5M/s1600/IMG_2013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/TVL6ypYvw6I/AAAAAAAAAc8/H6fSSNbOe5M/s400/IMG_2013.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571791437020775330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Booty shot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/TVL6iXqKVNI/AAAAAAAAAc0/fl8P25Q6D_k/s1600/IMG_2020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/TVL6iXqKVNI/AAAAAAAAAc0/fl8P25Q6D_k/s400/IMG_2020.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571791157384074450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love her wry grin as she is about to knock over Gain's block tower.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/TVL6RzpDPcI/AAAAAAAAAcs/ty7SIKXILuo/s1600/IMG_2041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/TVL6RzpDPcI/AAAAAAAAAcs/ty7SIKXILuo/s400/IMG_2041.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571790872837832130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cooperating and playing nice? Well...I didn't get a picture of Joley trying to push Amelia out of the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/TVL6F93NwBI/AAAAAAAAAck/bQaetiKAs7A/s1600/IMG_2045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/TVL6F93NwBI/AAAAAAAAAck/bQaetiKAs7A/s400/IMG_2045.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571790669423165458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cute bottoms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/TVL50k5nz1I/AAAAAAAAAcc/yxNZwbJfRgI/s1600/DSC_0594.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/TVL50k5nz1I/AAAAAAAAAcc/yxNZwbJfRgI/s400/DSC_0594.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571790370664599378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thank you to Morgan's mom for making these adorable crowns for the girls!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/TVL5oaU6zAI/AAAAAAAAAcU/EZv_FIt-1NE/s1600/DSC_0575.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/TVL5oaU6zAI/AAAAAAAAAcU/EZv_FIt-1NE/s400/DSC_0575.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571790161667869698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We had a wall where kids could draw with chalk and put "snow" on the snow man.  Harper is telling Renae and I all about her art work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5426689816470615812-8976840022696598438?l=bourlonfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bourlonfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8976840022696598438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bourlonfamily.blogspot.com/2011/02/more-birthday-photos.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426689816470615812/posts/default/8976840022696598438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426689816470615812/posts/default/8976840022696598438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bourlonfamily.blogspot.com/2011/02/more-birthday-photos.html' title='More Birthday Photos'/><author><name>Team Bourlon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17757216566367613137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S1s9Ft1SgRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kfTGtqGuoOQ/S220/Blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/TVL6ypYvw6I/AAAAAAAAAc8/H6fSSNbOe5M/s72-c/IMG_2013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5426689816470615812.post-4276451729589875602</id><published>2011-02-09T08:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T12:25:45.734-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter One-derland</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Morgan and I decided to have a joint party this year for the girls, since they don't know any better and because we wanted to save our friends from going to two one year old parties within a week of each other.  It was a winter one-derland theme (get it?) and the girls had such a fun brrr-thday!  It had snowed two days before the party and so it was looking like the weather was going to cooperate with the decorations.  However, in true Texas form, it was 65 degrees out, sunny, and warm.  So our s'more idea wasn't the biggest hit after all.  We had fun getting everything ready for the big day, and would have still been setting it all up an hour after the party started if not for my parents, Nichole, and Luke, who were conscripted into service upon their immediate early entry to the party.  That's what you get for showing up early! ;)  Here are a few pics of the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/TVLyzGtWknI/AAAAAAAAAcM/k2VKUEKVY2s/s1600/DSC_0571.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/TVLyzGtWknI/AAAAAAAAAcM/k2VKUEKVY2s/s400/DSC_0571.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571782648798810738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our family with our big girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/TVLyyyfMsII/AAAAAAAAAcE/bDSj0CF5pWI/s1600/DSC_0563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/TVLyyyfMsII/AAAAAAAAAcE/bDSj0CF5pWI/s400/DSC_0563.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571782643370733698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cole really liked Joley's tutu...I'm sure they'll be great buds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/TVLyyvpc8gI/AAAAAAAAAb8/U_B2PWHysa8/s1600/DSC_0550.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/TVLyyvpc8gI/AAAAAAAAAb8/U_B2PWHysa8/s400/DSC_0550.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571782642608435714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My dad is obviously delirious from the whirlwind of setting up for the party.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/TVLyyBJs9_I/AAAAAAAAAb0/DHkDYP5kOkc/s1600/DSC_0542.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/TVLyyBJs9_I/AAAAAAAAAb0/DHkDYP5kOkc/s400/DSC_0542.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571782630127237106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sweet Amelia and her cake that she devoured...Kyle had to finally take it away.  Typical.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/TVLRKgD2msI/AAAAAAAAAbk/We8KhRBq2yw/s400/DSC_0540.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571745667345717954" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then there's my child who looks so cute here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/TVLyxy-ct9I/AAAAAAAAAbs/PNuMBua5kzI/s400/DSC_0541.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571782626321938386" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is .5 seconds later.  She refused to even taste the cake and left the chair crying. Typical.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/TVLRKeKxL-I/AAAAAAAAAbc/ZgFSOvJ_AvE/s1600/DSC_0528.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/TVLRKeKxL-I/AAAAAAAAAbc/ZgFSOvJ_AvE/s400/DSC_0528.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571745666837852130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gigimama and Noni dote on their granddaughter, who is walking now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/TVLRKOEdsPI/AAAAAAAAAbU/yaizAvD85vU/s1600/DSC_0535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/TVLRKOEdsPI/AAAAAAAAAbU/yaizAvD85vU/s400/DSC_0535.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571745662516441330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Table of goodies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/TVLRJ9Iw1uI/AAAAAAAAAbM/GmcAY5VlS1E/s1600/DSC_0522.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/TVLRJ9Iw1uI/AAAAAAAAAbM/GmcAY5VlS1E/s400/DSC_0522.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571745657971070690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We put pictures of the girls from each month on the wall along with our favorites of them together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/TVLRJtevalI/AAAAAAAAAbE/p-f4R-kIjbU/s1600/DSC_0520.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/TVLRJtevalI/AAAAAAAAAbE/p-f4R-kIjbU/s400/DSC_0520.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571745653768284754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mas goodies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/5426689816470615812-4276451729589875602?l=bourlonfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bourlonfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4276451729589875602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bourlonfamily.blogspot.com/2011/02/winter-one-derland.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426689816470615812/posts/default/4276451729589875602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426689816470615812/posts/default/4276451729589875602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bourlonfamily.blogspot.com/2011/02/winter-one-derland.html' title='Winter One-derland'/><author><name>Team Bourlon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17757216566367613137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S1s9Ft1SgRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kfTGtqGuoOQ/S220/Blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/TVLyzGtWknI/AAAAAAAAAcM/k2VKUEKVY2s/s72-c/DSC_0571.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5426689816470615812.post-8388944403577938824</id><published>2010-12-27T08:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T09:17:27.937-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's the most wonderful time of the year...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Remembering the birth of JESUS is what it's all about and that by itself is enough reason to celebrate this season. However, being human and living in this world brings a lot of other Christmas add ons that are wonderful because they only happen once a year...lots of hot chocolate, tacky sweaters, white lights, trees inside the house, parties, presents, rich food, and Christmas carols. I already kind of miss having Christmas music playing in the house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;After a great Thanksgiving in Boerne, we stayed close to home for most of December. The Benders moved out the week before Christmas (sad) to their own place in South Austin. I think the girls might think they've lost a sister and surrogate mommy and daddy! We will miss them but know how ready they are to be in a place of their own in Austin. We spent Christmas Eve in Austin and attended our church's service with Brooke, Doug, Austin, and Mary Beth. The next day, we drove to La Grange for the big family Christmas. There were lots of presents and yummy food and Austin got a special gift this year...a car! What fun it was to see him surprised with such a generous gift from Poppi and Gigimama.  It was such a great time with the family and a wonderful first Christmas for Jolene.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/TRjG2VUqZHI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/uMhpUgSzpTI/s400/DSC_0211_2914.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555408777100551282" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Baby's first Christmas morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/TRjI9Q7iDMI/AAAAAAAAAak/SE1VuM8q4JE/s400/DSC_0234_2930.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555411095203744962" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Puppy love from Tucker.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/TRjI9A5CeXI/AAAAAAAAAac/SEsL5_-qSVY/s1600/DSC_0289_2978.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/TRjI9A5CeXI/AAAAAAAAAac/SEsL5_-qSVY/s1600/DSC_0289_2978.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/TRjI9A5CeXI/AAAAAAAAAac/SEsL5_-qSVY/s400/DSC_0289_2978.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555411090898319730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The dogs had their own party all weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/TRjI810Vq9I/AAAAAAAAAaU/6UjdMh3RXZs/s1600/DSC_0296_2985.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/TRjI810Vq9I/AAAAAAAAAaU/6UjdMh3RXZs/s400/DSC_0296_2985.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555411087925816274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The gals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/TRjI8svb_RI/AAAAAAAAAaM/sBeEE0ba04U/s1600/DSC_0284_2973.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/TRjI8svb_RI/AAAAAAAAAaM/sBeEE0ba04U/s400/DSC_0284_2973.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555411085489339666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Grandchildren.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/TRjI8UwtjgI/AAAAAAAAAaE/o254I5jw3YY/s400/DSC_0220_2919.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555411079052234242" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bella helped Joley open her gifts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/TRjG2HoZXwI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/iApf1f4pL2k/s1600/DSC_0180_2888.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/TRjG2HoZXwI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/iApf1f4pL2k/s400/DSC_0180_2888.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555408773425225474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Should I eat this? She of course liked the paper more than her gifts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/TRjG1_nL3WI/AAAAAAAAAZs/5qZ_ZoCXxyY/s1600/DSC_0190_2894.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/TRjG1_nL3WI/AAAAAAAAAZs/5qZ_ZoCXxyY/s400/DSC_0190_2894.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555408771272662370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hard to believe that someday she'll be as tall as that giraffe Noni gave her for Christmas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/TRjG1vsEx4I/AAAAAAAAAZk/dNoAifjFeeg/s1600/DSC_0141_2851.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/TRjG1vsEx4I/AAAAAAAAAZk/dNoAifjFeeg/s400/DSC_0141_2851.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555408766998202242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ivan, Eduardo, Alex (open your eyes), and Valente hang with Joley.  She loves these boys and is such a flirt!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/TRjG1S5RHiI/AAAAAAAAAZc/XT9yg40D78M/s1600/DSC_0136_2846.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/TRjG1S5RHiI/AAAAAAAAAZc/XT9yg40D78M/s400/DSC_0136_2846.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555408759268908578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aunt Nae came to visit and bring Christmas presents for Joley.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/TRjBm0EJlHI/AAAAAAAAAZU/x1O4kf5fE7E/s1600/DSC_0080_2790.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/TRjBm0EJlHI/AAAAAAAAAZU/x1O4kf5fE7E/s400/DSC_0080_2790.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555403012916745330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Skin tight ski suit onesie...he's all mine, ladies!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/TRjBmqnWPuI/AAAAAAAAAZM/xUVZ5mN-wDQ/s1600/DSC_0066_2776.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/TRjBmqnWPuI/AAAAAAAAAZM/xUVZ5mN-wDQ/s400/DSC_0066_2776.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555403010380021474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Family photo by the tree that looks like the one from Charlie Brown because we forgot to water it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/TRjBmdLAeCI/AAAAAAAAAZE/EOEMT2BCrBQ/s1600/DSC_0029_2739.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/TRjBmdLAeCI/AAAAAAAAAZE/EOEMT2BCrBQ/s400/DSC_0029_2739.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555403006771492898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here comes Santa Claus!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/TRjBmHrtIII/AAAAAAAAAY8/QcS_EQFi8Es/s1600/DSC_0058_2768.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/TRjBmHrtIII/AAAAAAAAAY8/QcS_EQFi8Es/s400/DSC_0058_2768.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555403001003057282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our little angel with a not so angelic gleam in her eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/TRjBl3mdY5I/AAAAAAAAAY0/k91XzKx05w8/s1600/DSC_0002_2712.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/TRjBl3mdY5I/AAAAAAAAAY0/k91XzKx05w8/s400/DSC_0002_2712.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555402996686087058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just memorizing some scripture before meeting Santa.  They wanted to learn about when Jesus was born and took some pages out of the bible to help them remember.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&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/5426689816470615812-8388944403577938824?l=bourlonfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bourlonfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8388944403577938824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bourlonfamily.blogspot.com/2010/12/its-most-wonderful-time-of-year.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426689816470615812/posts/default/8388944403577938824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426689816470615812/posts/default/8388944403577938824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bourlonfamily.blogspot.com/2010/12/its-most-wonderful-time-of-year.html' title='It&apos;s the most wonderful time of the year...'/><author><name>Team Bourlon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17757216566367613137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S1s9Ft1SgRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kfTGtqGuoOQ/S220/Blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/TRjG2VUqZHI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/uMhpUgSzpTI/s72-c/DSC_0211_2914.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5426689816470615812.post-2345790894517697413</id><published>2010-11-17T13:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T14:01:00.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's that smell?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;It's a SKUNK!!!!  I've finally had time to sit down and upload the Halloween party pics (actually I pirated them from Jen Charbonneau's fb page, so thanks, Jen!).  Here is my interpretation of a skunk costume that Jolene so graciously modeled during the party, even though the pants were a bit of a fiasco.    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/TORLh-TyrmI/AAAAAAAAAYU/Jc1l_PnU0wE/s400/73021_171056249574284_100000097318235_537193_4682542_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540636488606330466" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Did you know that Cleopatra had a pet skunk?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/TORLlXeWfLI/AAAAAAAAAYk/60NlqLtONS4/s1600/33683_171056266240949_100000097318235_537194_5647230_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/TORLlXeWfLI/AAAAAAAAAYk/60NlqLtONS4/s1600/33683_171056266240949_100000097318235_537194_5647230_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/TORLlXeWfLI/AAAAAAAAAYk/60NlqLtONS4/s400/33683_171056266240949_100000097318235_537194_5647230_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540636546901114034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jolene's newest trick is to point at everything.  Luke likes to stick his index finger up to hers and say, "phone home."  All you children of the 80's and fans of sci-fi films will totally relate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/TORLkfOVYII/AAAAAAAAAYc/A6s9FL4BYVM/s1600/68750_171056579574251_100000097318235_537201_7012728_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/TORLkfOVYII/AAAAAAAAAYc/A6s9FL4BYVM/s400/68750_171056579574251_100000097318235_537201_7012728_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540636531801546882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The tail.  Notice the good five inches of diaper sticking out because Jolene's mommy underestimated the size of her booty.  Should've known she's her mommy's daughter!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/TORLhQjFf_I/AAAAAAAAAYM/yFJbCvachN8/s1600/73510_171055796240996_100000097318235_537177_2922313_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/TORLhQjFf_I/AAAAAAAAAYM/yFJbCvachN8/s400/73510_171055796240996_100000097318235_537177_2922313_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540636476322447346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cleopatra and Pharoah (not historically accurate, I know, but I couldn't resist these costumes at Lucy in Disguise).  We all know that Cleo was a single, FEMALE who ruled Egypt (who also happened to shack up with some notable Roman rulers).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/TORLhA6nLcI/AAAAAAAAAYE/GQ3fcXnVqn8/s1600/33779_171056309574278_100000097318235_537195_1764730_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/TORLhA6nLcI/AAAAAAAAAYE/GQ3fcXnVqn8/s400/33779_171056309574278_100000097318235_537195_1764730_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540636472126156226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She is a funny stinker.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/TORLI_lgQFI/AAAAAAAAAX8/zTj0HlN-hjY/s1600/73673_171055876240988_100000097318235_537180_4247144_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/TORLI_lgQFI/AAAAAAAAAX8/zTj0HlN-hjY/s400/73673_171055876240988_100000097318235_537180_4247144_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540636059452325970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We are all in character.  I love Melissa's oh so surprised look and Amber's dark witch persona.  Brooke G. was a squaw with a cowboy husband (who looked exactly like Ross Horton, mustache and all).  Jen glammed it up as Audrey Hepburn and Julie was a great looking pregnant car accident victim.  Oh how I love Halloween!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/TORLIxcezGI/AAAAAAAAAX0/wuG7_woKdOw/s1600/73928_171056122907630_100000097318235_537188_5344885_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/TORLIxcezGI/AAAAAAAAAX0/wuG7_woKdOw/s400/73928_171056122907630_100000097318235_537188_5344885_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540636055656385634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We naturally fed them in character.  Jolene looked at me a little funny the whole night.  We will miss sharing an ottoman with the Benders during feeding time when they move out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/TORLIXY17SI/AAAAAAAAAXs/mHmvDhqi5Vs/s1600/74322_171057172907525_100000097318235_537214_4891117_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/TORLIXY17SI/AAAAAAAAAXs/mHmvDhqi5Vs/s400/74322_171057172907525_100000097318235_537214_4891117_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540636048661802274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Luke, Kyle W., and Doug blow out their birthday candles as their wives try and avoid getting waxed.  Kyle and Blaire W. were a couple from the show Mad Men (haven't seen it, but they looked very chic).  Brooke B. was Sarah Palin and Doug was Napolen Dynamite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/TORLHViA4RI/AAAAAAAAAXk/lBbtcjxIc-o/s1600/148693_171056152907627_100000097318235_537189_6610641_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/TORLHViA4RI/AAAAAAAAAXk/lBbtcjxIc-o/s400/148693_171056152907627_100000097318235_537189_6610641_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540636030983528722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is the skunk in the road they tried to avoid hitting before careening off the highway.  Your sacrifice was worthy, Mr. and Mrs. Smith.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/TORLHRDJ44I/AAAAAAAAAXc/NdtwqsBijGw/s1600/73427_171056212907621_100000097318235_537191_2771928_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/TORLHRDJ44I/AAAAAAAAAXc/NdtwqsBijGw/s400/73427_171056212907621_100000097318235_537191_2771928_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540636029780353922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Joley is loving Mrs. Amber and her amazing costume.  Darn that diaper sticking out!  Oh well...it was my first time to sew a costume.  By the way, I will NEVER make a costume out of furry material again because fuzz was everywhere for about a week as I cut and sewed (including inside my nose and mouth, gross).  &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/5426689816470615812-2345790894517697413?l=bourlonfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bourlonfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2345790894517697413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bourlonfamily.blogspot.com/2010/11/whats-that-smell.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426689816470615812/posts/default/2345790894517697413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426689816470615812/posts/default/2345790894517697413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bourlonfamily.blogspot.com/2010/11/whats-that-smell.html' title='What&apos;s that smell?!'/><author><name>Team Bourlon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17757216566367613137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S1s9Ft1SgRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kfTGtqGuoOQ/S220/Blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/TORLh-TyrmI/AAAAAAAAAYU/Jc1l_PnU0wE/s72-c/73021_171056249574284_100000097318235_537193_4682542_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5426689816470615812.post-1332271894083319448</id><published>2010-11-11T13:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T14:22:41.541-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Did people in parts of the country that have beautiful leaves that fall to the ground decide to rename autumn to 'fall'? I think I like calling it 'autumn' better because the only leaves I have seen fall so far are the ones we saw in Virginia, where they have an actual 'fall'. Speaking of, we saw the most beautiful leaves on our recent trip up there to visit my parent's new cabin they built close to the Blue Ridge Parkway (google images it...gorgeous). Once again, I've been delinquent in my blogging. Since we've been back from California, it seems like the months have decided to fast-forward on me to Thanksgiving.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Does anyone else find it completely irritating that all the stores had their Christmas gear out before Halloween was even over?! Sigh. I'm reminded just how commercialized our celebration of Christmas has become and how we as Americans have given ourselves yet another excuse to be materialistic consumers of more stuff. Anyway...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll stop rambling and protesting long enough to post some recent pictures of the family...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/TNxp_oeCZ-I/AAAAAAAAAXU/Q96Qowq-VP4/s1600/IMG_1171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/TNxp_oeCZ-I/AAAAAAAAAXU/Q96Qowq-VP4/s400/IMG_1171.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538418183674947554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jolene and Grandma Chapman rock at the cabin in Virginia.  Joley loved rocking with Grandma!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/TNxpvNFH1YI/AAAAAAAAAXM/Nr4sHZMJS_g/s1600/IMG_1184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/TNxpvNFH1YI/AAAAAAAAAXM/Nr4sHZMJS_g/s400/IMG_1184.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538417901444781442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is on the back porch of the cabin and you can see some of the beautiful leaves behind us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/TNxpUkiv2-I/AAAAAAAAAXE/_FtTyfD5fHM/s1600/IMG_1048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/TNxpUkiv2-I/AAAAAAAAAXE/_FtTyfD5fHM/s400/IMG_1048.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538417443886586850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Back home at the pumpkin patch practicing walking with Daddy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/TNxo_6C6iII/AAAAAAAAAW8/x4e2w0589ZY/s1600/IMG_1041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/TNxo_6C6iII/AAAAAAAAAW8/x4e2w0589ZY/s400/IMG_1041.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538417088881395842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Friends in the pumpkin patch...Amelia thinks it's really funny to make that face for pictures.  Her mama doesn't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/TNxov-j0EbI/AAAAAAAAAW0/GWrc7qOtIvQ/s1600/IMG_0989.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/TNxov-j0EbI/AAAAAAAAAW0/GWrc7qOtIvQ/s400/IMG_0989.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538416815215219122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My little punkin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm not sure if many of you know that my favorite holiday to decorate for is Halloween.  Well, it is and this year was no exception.  It is also convenient that Luke's birthday falls on Halloween Eve, and this year we had a costume party to celebrate (and give me an excuse to put up my decor...as if I need an excuse.)  I'll post some pics if I can get someone to send me some (we lost our camera charger at the WORST time).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/5426689816470615812-1332271894083319448?l=bourlonfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bourlonfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1332271894083319448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bourlonfamily.blogspot.com/2010/11/fall.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426689816470615812/posts/default/1332271894083319448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426689816470615812/posts/default/1332271894083319448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bourlonfamily.blogspot.com/2010/11/fall.html' title='Fall?'/><author><name>Team Bourlon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17757216566367613137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S1s9Ft1SgRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kfTGtqGuoOQ/S220/Blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/TNxp_oeCZ-I/AAAAAAAAAXU/Q96Qowq-VP4/s72-c/IMG_1171.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5426689816470615812.post-1873495169993635911</id><published>2010-09-19T14:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T16:25:59.404-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/TJaK9TcidsI/AAAAAAAAAWI/ETiEC9HJTtg/s1600/DSC_0215.JPG'/><title type='text'>Carmel, California</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;We've been so lucky to come back to Carmel for September like we did last year.  It's such a charming little town set in the most beautiful scenery...it's hard to beat mountains combined with the ocean.  We've had some friends visit us and this week is our first with just the three (ahem, four if you count Baron) of us.  Micah was nice to drive out here with Luke while Amber and I flew with Harper and Jolene.  We each had a whole row of three seats to ourselves on the plane ride here (it's funny how no one wanted to sit next to a couple of babies:).  The next few days, our friends Molly and Jamie came from Atlanta and we spent time picnicking, golfing, and eating yummy food.  Our most recent visitors, the Shepards, came from Durham, NC with their son Drew who is a few months older than Jolene.  Jolene couldn't get enough of Drew and he was sweet enough to pay attention to her.  This coming weekend we have the Benders and Lanie coming to visit, so I should have more good stories in the next post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/TJaK9TcidsI/AAAAAAAAAWI/ETiEC9HJTtg/s1600/DSC_0215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/TJaK9TcidsI/AAAAAAAAAWI/ETiEC9HJTtg/s400/DSC_0215.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518751179185747650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No vino left for me?  She just started drinking out of her sippy cup on her own but she has a long time to wait for her first sip of wine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/TJaK8uPdQiI/AAAAAAAAAWA/VNmQhC_uTKE/s1600/DSC_0180.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/TJaK8uPdQiI/AAAAAAAAAWA/VNmQhC_uTKE/s1600/DSC_0180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/TJaK8uPdQiI/AAAAAAAAAWA/VNmQhC_uTKE/s400/DSC_0180.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518751169198768674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Watching in awe as Micah gets in the freezing water.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/TJaK8PkA1GI/AAAAAAAAAV4/QCcmBhQHkrQ/s1600/DSC_0173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/TJaK8PkA1GI/AAAAAAAAAV4/QCcmBhQHkrQ/s400/DSC_0173.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518751160963486818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Luke was going to get in but changed his mind after feeling the water...Baron doesn't mind the temperature at all (he's in the surf behind the guys).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/TJaK7pgqLxI/AAAAAAAAAVw/SXL1SomsdYU/s1600/DSC_0183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/TJaK7pgqLxI/AAAAAAAAAVw/SXL1SomsdYU/s400/DSC_0183.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518751150748872466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Frisbee fun.  I think Micah decided that it was a little too cold for him shortly after this picture and he donned the wetsuit.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/TJaJfBBjpQI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/oWxnrnfSrvs/s1600/DSC_0243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/TJaJfBBjpQI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/oWxnrnfSrvs/s400/DSC_0243.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518749559333037314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is Joley's preferred choice of travel around Carmel...it's a little too big for the tiny sidewalks here, so we take it on runs through the neighborhood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/TJaJeulU2II/AAAAAAAAAVI/XO4fLcclgME/s1600/DSC_0198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/TJaJeulU2II/AAAAAAAAAVI/XO4fLcclgME/s400/DSC_0198.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518749554382788738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sweet Harper shows off her gums (I think I see a little tooth on bottom!).  Amber was with us in Carmel (see her ear at the top of this picture?), but we were a little lazy with taking our camera places when we first got here.  I'm not sure we even got a pic of all of us...darn!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/TJaE7hDajvI/AAAAAAAAAVA/0yzBf1OiQ60/s1600/DSC_0212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/TJaE7hDajvI/AAAAAAAAAVA/0yzBf1OiQ60/s400/DSC_0212.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518744551408963314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Picnic on the beach with Molly and Jamie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/TJaE7Gnl4QI/AAAAAAAAAU4/tXwRI9Y2gc0/s1600/DSC_0226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/TJaE7Gnl4QI/AAAAAAAAAU4/tXwRI9Y2gc0/s400/DSC_0226.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518744544312942850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Hargathers are such fun friends and I feel lucky that we've seen them so much (especially since we live in different states)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/TJaE6mABYlI/AAAAAAAAAUw/OVoTn0HEHC8/s1600/DSC_0230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/TJaE6mABYlI/AAAAAAAAAUw/OVoTn0HEHC8/s400/DSC_0230.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518744535557038674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jolene LOVED Molly and I appreciated how she would offer to take her even when she was fussy...you can tell she has had lots of niece/nephew experience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/TJaE6CQwYbI/AAAAAAAAAUo/hoBTfzFLL-c/s1600/DSC_0241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/TJaE6CQwYbI/AAAAAAAAAUo/hoBTfzFLL-c/s400/DSC_0241.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518744525963551154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Daddy did a photo shoot and gave her his hat to wear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/TJaE5NSmLvI/AAAAAAAAAUg/GAbI3ayyM1s/s1600/DSC_0249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/TJaE5NSmLvI/AAAAAAAAAUg/GAbI3ayyM1s/s400/DSC_0249.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518744511744192242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jolene had her first crush on Drew Shepard and thankfully he was into her too.  They played and smiled at each other the whole time the Shepards were here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/TJaDYx-iuuI/AAAAAAAAAUY/yhKHEcRinok/s1600/DSC_0259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/TJaDYx-iuuI/AAAAAAAAAUY/yhKHEcRinok/s400/DSC_0259.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518742855144880866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They even went on a picnic date to the beach!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/TJaDYNyL2gI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/8BnOhOxgwyk/s1600/DSC_0282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/TJaDYNyL2gI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/8BnOhOxgwyk/s400/DSC_0282.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518742845429373442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jolene loved looking at all the fish on our trip to the Monterey Aquarium.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/TJaDXFSSbKI/AAAAAAAAAUI/K98UYGibK-w/s1600/DSC_0298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/TJaDXFSSbKI/AAAAAAAAAUI/K98UYGibK-w/s400/DSC_0298.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518742825968233634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And so did Drew!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/TJaDWnKFjlI/AAAAAAAAAUA/SCOq1KfPkec/s1600/DSC_0280.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/TJaDWnKFjlI/AAAAAAAAAUA/SCOq1KfPkec/s400/DSC_0280.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518742817880772178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Katrina took our picture in front of this tank last year when I was pregnant.  It was weird visiting again with Joley this time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/TJaDWLV39GI/AAAAAAAAAT4/oaRlvCMhc7c/s1600/DSC_0287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/TJaDWLV39GI/AAAAAAAAAT4/oaRlvCMhc7c/s400/DSC_0287.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518742810414019682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Did you know that male sea horse daddies carry the sea horse babies to term in their body?  Sounds like a great plan to me and Luke gives the idea a thumbs up.  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Let's not forget also that we decided in a period of about three weeks to move from our little Travis Heights home to a bigger one near Mount Bonnell. Whew! So there's my excuse for not blogging recently! Here are a few pictures from our recent adventures with Jolene to visit family, attend Cousin Michael's wedding, and visit with friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/TG6uQ1brnZI/AAAAAAAAATo/JLcEHzh2bVY/s1600/DSC_0257_1393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507530998565019026" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/TG6uQ1brnZI/AAAAAAAAATo/JLcEHzh2bVY/s400/DSC_0257_1393.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Baby girl couldn't keep her eyes open and missed meeting another new friend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/TG6uQa_gthI/AAAAAAAAATg/aB4GxlHR9EI/s1600/DSC_0248_1384.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507530991467542034" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/TG6uQa_gthI/AAAAAAAAATg/aB4GxlHR9EI/s400/DSC_0248_1384.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;We went to a huge farm in Vermont and Joley met lots of animal friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/TG6uPgnVWxI/AAAAAAAAATY/9hMGWyWotO8/s1600/DSC_0188_1331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507530975796878098" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/TG6uPgnVWxI/AAAAAAAAATY/9hMGWyWotO8/s400/DSC_0188_1331.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Hanging out on the dock at the house Gigimama and Poppi rented in Vermont before Michael and Dana's wedding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/TG6uPBtEA_I/AAAAAAAAATQ/XEQ7NGiXduQ/s1600/DSC_0178_1321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507530967499408370" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/TG6uPBtEA_I/AAAAAAAAATQ/XEQ7NGiXduQ/s400/DSC_0178_1321.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Lake Champlain sunset...Adirondack mountains (like the chairs, you know?).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/TG6uOmnP1fI/AAAAAAAAATI/g_xCaFpD9mA/s1600/DSC_0165_1308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507530960227259890" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/TG6uOmnP1fI/AAAAAAAAATI/g_xCaFpD9mA/s400/DSC_0165_1308.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;We got to have a date thanks to Gigimama and Poppi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/TG6tFaLWKAI/AAAAAAAAATA/5m7MWMFkedE/s1600/DSC_0155_1302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507529702758557698" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/TG6tFaLWKAI/AAAAAAAAATA/5m7MWMFkedE/s400/DSC_0155_1302.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Jolene tries to convince her Daddy as we walk around the Harvard campus to pay for her tuition, class of 2032...start saving now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/TG6tE_kLggI/AAAAAAAAAS4/vpSUkvlUttU/s1600/DSC_0148_1295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507529695614960130" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/TG6tE_kLggI/AAAAAAAAAS4/vpSUkvlUttU/s400/DSC_0148_1295.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;We had lunch with a dear college friend, Leslie, who lives in Boston.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/TG6tEDsat9I/AAAAAAAAASw/kvk8Rqg-ZqQ/s1600/DSC_0129_1276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507529679543384018" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/TG6tEDsat9I/AAAAAAAAASw/kvk8Rqg-ZqQ/s400/DSC_0129_1276.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Resemblance?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/TG6tDytG9EI/AAAAAAAAASo/MvLGgC_Sqwc/s1600/DSC_0113_1260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507529674982880322" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/TG6tDytG9EI/AAAAAAAAASo/MvLGgC_Sqwc/s400/DSC_0113_1260.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Visit to Houston to see Noni, Grandpa, Kyle, Ivette, and Jake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/TG6tDaXBu7I/AAAAAAAAASg/SwvqFMchkmQ/s1600/DSC_0102_1249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507529668447812530" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/TG6tDaXBu7I/AAAAAAAAASg/SwvqFMchkmQ/s400/DSC_0102_1249.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Grandpa with Jake and Jolene.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/TG6rd7WeHII/AAAAAAAAASY/IyXUE1NaVbg/s1600/DSC_0096_1243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507527924957191298" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/TG6rd7WeHII/AAAAAAAAASY/IyXUE1NaVbg/s400/DSC_0096_1243.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Grandpa imitates one of Jolene's favorite new faces.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/TG6rdnjdlDI/AAAAAAAAASQ/U3qKmF-HfY0/s1600/DSC_0084_1233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507527919642973234" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/TG6rdnjdlDI/AAAAAAAAASQ/U3qKmF-HfY0/s400/DSC_0084_1233.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;First taste of squash...she loves it despite this face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/TG6rdEWAvPI/AAAAAAAAASI/4EeEISZYPso/s1600/DSC_0070_1219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507527910191316210" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/TG6rdEWAvPI/AAAAAAAAASI/4EeEISZYPso/s400/DSC_0070_1219.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Uncle Hal came for a visit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/TG6rc1SVkQI/AAAAAAAAASA/OHhMSFNxBG0/s1600/DSC_0028_1177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507527906149372162" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/TG6rc1SVkQI/AAAAAAAAASA/OHhMSFNxBG0/s400/DSC_0028_1177.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;She was hiding from the paparazzi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/TG6rcUd2iiI/AAAAAAAAAR4/l1OG964qaOk/s1600/DSC_0025_1174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507527897339300386" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/TG6rcUd2iiI/AAAAAAAAAR4/l1OG964qaOk/s400/DSC_0025_1174.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Reverse milk mustache after being fed by Julie.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left"&gt;I'll post more pictures from the wedding once I find my camera cord to upload the rest...I think it's in a box somewhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5426689816470615812-5463504338845515049?l=bourlonfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bourlonfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5463504338845515049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bourlonfamily.blogspot.com/2010/08/two-month-blogging-drought-is-over.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426689816470615812/posts/default/5463504338845515049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426689816470615812/posts/default/5463504338845515049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bourlonfamily.blogspot.com/2010/08/two-month-blogging-drought-is-over.html' title='Two Month Blogging Drought is Over'/><author><name>Team Bourlon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17757216566367613137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S1s9Ft1SgRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kfTGtqGuoOQ/S220/Blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/TG6uQ1brnZI/AAAAAAAAATo/JLcEHzh2bVY/s72-c/DSC_0257_1393.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5426689816470615812.post-3872425786583666294</id><published>2010-06-24T18:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T19:25:33.539-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandmother/Denver, and Summertime</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Memorial Day weekend was a very memorable time for our family as we traveled from all over the U.S. to Littleton, Colorado to say good-bye to the earthly body of Mary Killgore, Luke's sweet Grandmother.  She has been reunited with her husband, Luke's Goodaddy, who I unfortunately didn't have the pleasure of meeting.  They are both home with Jesus and so you could say the weekend was a celebration of sorts.  I know they would have thoroughly enjoyed the wild bunch who descended upon their house this weekend.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/TCQG4OHpEmI/AAAAAAAAAQw/KBq7y9du-rQ/s400/DSC_0886_943.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486517808976695906" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Every girl's crazy 'bout a sharp dressed man!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/TCQG5e0-VVI/AAAAAAAAARA/My578ZBBFDw/s400/DSC_0941_998.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486517830641669458" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Austin provided the music for the evening...amazing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/TCQG5833SqI/AAAAAAAAARI/5iYMCZIK1gI/s400/DSC_0946_1003.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486517838706854562" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jolene and her Houston cousins.  She loved all the attention she got from these kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/TCQG40nTkzI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/zCWCZRDgiRU/s400/DSC_0905_962.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486517819310052146" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A little friendly family game of baseball in the backyard/fairway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/TCQG3bxJ94I/AAAAAAAAAQo/iJHNcslPQ6Q/s400/DSC_0891_948.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486517795460609922" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Handsome Bourlon brothers with the little Miss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;In other news...the BENDERS HAVE MOVED TO AUSTIN!  We are so excited and Jolene and I have already hung out with Morgan and Amelia multiple times.  Hopefully that will be a regular thing.  We can't wait to see them without either one of us having to drive for two and a half hours.  Another perk is that the Benders are staying with an incredible family for the summer who happen to live in a beautiful home with a pool.  The boys (and I stress the term boys here) decided to play a pool game (Morgan, what was the name?) for a good hour or more where they would toss a football, set it up, and then try and hit it as they were jumping in.  The four of them finally accomplished the feat and were elated (and tired).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/TCQJ_qLp31I/AAAAAAAAARw/qyNbJaetidI/s1600/DSC_1055_1096.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/TCQJ_qLp31I/AAAAAAAAARw/qyNbJaetidI/s1600/DSC_1055_1096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/TCQJ_qLp31I/AAAAAAAAARw/qyNbJaetidI/s400/DSC_1055_1096.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486521235303685970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Luke told me to post this one.  He said, "We can make fun of Bender." YEEAA, Dude!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/TCQJ_OFxE7I/AAAAAAAAARo/L_eQzy_fmAQ/s1600/DSC_1003_1060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/TCQJ_OFxE7I/AAAAAAAAARo/L_eQzy_fmAQ/s400/DSC_1003_1060.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486521227762799538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Micah, Harper, and Amber&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/TCQJ-oX0dHI/AAAAAAAAARg/e1VLU5CEnR8/s1600/DSC_0998_1055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/TCQJ-oX0dHI/AAAAAAAAARg/e1VLU5CEnR8/s400/DSC_0998_1055.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486521217637971058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Right before Jolene went under water and decided to call it quits for the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/TCQJ96czj9I/AAAAAAAAARY/bwP5mri0mHw/s1600/DSC_0992_1049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/TCQJ96czj9I/AAAAAAAAARY/bwP5mri0mHw/s400/DSC_0992_1049.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486521205310853074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Classic.  Four babies?  Put all of them in one chair and see what happens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/TCQJ9e40sqI/AAAAAAAAARQ/slaPmGbKgF0/s1600/DSC_0961_1018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/TCQJ9e40sqI/AAAAAAAAARQ/slaPmGbKgF0/s400/DSC_0961_1018.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486521197912175266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These four girls will be in the same grade growing up and surely will question the number of couch/chair photos we took of them when they were babies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/5426689816470615812-3872425786583666294?l=bourlonfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bourlonfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3872425786583666294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bourlonfamily.blogspot.com/2010/06/grandmotherdenver-and-summertime.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426689816470615812/posts/default/3872425786583666294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426689816470615812/posts/default/3872425786583666294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bourlonfamily.blogspot.com/2010/06/grandmotherdenver-and-summertime.html' title='Grandmother/Denver, and Summertime'/><author><name>Team Bourlon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17757216566367613137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S1s9Ft1SgRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kfTGtqGuoOQ/S220/Blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/TCQG4OHpEmI/AAAAAAAAAQw/KBq7y9du-rQ/s72-c/DSC_0886_943.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5426689816470615812.post-864373376217537189</id><published>2010-06-08T09:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T10:07:54.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Four Month Checkup Stats</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;A little behind on posting with all the travels we've made recently. Here are Jolene's most recent stats:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Weight: 12 pounds, 5.6 ounces (25% percentile)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Height: 24.5 inches (51% percentile--watch out, she may be taller than Luke and me)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Head: 16.25 inches (51% percentile)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is growing and changing every day. Here are a few photos taken recently...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/TA53OR0bBBI/AAAAAAAAAQg/NOgTWKi0JyQ/s1600/DSC_0842_903.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/TA53OR0bBBI/AAAAAAAAAQg/NOgTWKi0JyQ/s400/DSC_0842_903.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480448883741623314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nice profile of the belly...she works hard for that waistline!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/TA53N24pvtI/AAAAAAAAAQY/pBXYRykYCws/s1600/DSC_0871_930.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/TA53N24pvtI/AAAAAAAAAQY/pBXYRykYCws/s400/DSC_0871_930.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480448876511608530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Taken at four months at Brooke and Doug's potential new home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/TA53NU2TAtI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/MQjNkkdY8Z0/s1600/DSC_0853_914.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/TA53NU2TAtI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/MQjNkkdY8Z0/s400/DSC_0853_914.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480448867374924498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Daddy put together the jumperoo and despite repeated jumps, it remains intact.  Nice work.  Notice the blanket under her feet...she doesn't quite reach the ground yet so we help her out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/TA53NF_U85I/AAAAAAAAAQI/EpCQyFPnsa0/s1600/DSC_0851_912.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/TA53NF_U85I/AAAAAAAAAQI/EpCQyFPnsa0/s400/DSC_0851_912.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480448863386268562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jolene will sit and listen to her Daddy play guitar forever (or at least half an hour which is forever for a four month old).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/TA53Mso6paI/AAAAAAAAAQA/LKhON3iYgxM/s1600/DSC_0843_904.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/TA53Mso6paI/AAAAAAAAAQA/LKhON3iYgxM/s400/DSC_0843_904.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480448856581383586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Seriously, Daddy?  I wonder how many times he'll get this look from her as she grows up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll post more soon on our trip to Denver for Grandmother's funeral...too many good pictures and memories to try and add here.  I hear the little one waking from her nap, so gotta go!&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/5426689816470615812-864373376217537189?l=bourlonfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bourlonfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/864373376217537189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bourlonfamily.blogspot.com/2010/06/four-month-checkup-stats.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426689816470615812/posts/default/864373376217537189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426689816470615812/posts/default/864373376217537189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bourlonfamily.blogspot.com/2010/06/four-month-checkup-stats.html' title='Four Month Checkup Stats'/><author><name>Team Bourlon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17757216566367613137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S1s9Ft1SgRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kfTGtqGuoOQ/S220/Blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/TA53OR0bBBI/AAAAAAAAAQg/NOgTWKi0JyQ/s72-c/DSC_0842_903.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5426689816470615812.post-5506911518467618395</id><published>2010-05-26T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T15:49:33.952-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Burns' video of new home</title><content type='html'>The wonderful Burns family is about to make the move to Austin, Texas.  We are so excited that they are coming back to the States (they've been in Costa Rica) and chose to make Austin their new home base!  Jolene will grow up seeing her Aunt Brooke, Uncle Doug, and cousins Mary Beth and Austin on a regular basis and I can say without a doubt her life will be better because of it.  Luke, Jolene, and I went to the house they might buy (assuming the inspection goes well) and I told Doug I would post it here so that Brooke, MB, and Austin could see it.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Click below for two of the videos...I could only upload this amount today.   There are two more clips and I'll see what kind of magic I can work to get them here as well.  If not, I'll have to post them to facebook or send them by email to the Burns family.  Here goes...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(100, 95, 94); white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:verdana, sans-serif;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=12062522&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=12062522&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/12062522"&gt;Burns video1&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user3078193"&gt;Courtney Bourlon&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=12063146&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=12063146&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/12063146"&gt;Burns video 4&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user3078193"&gt;Courtney Bourlon&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5426689816470615812-5506911518467618395?l=bourlonfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bourlonfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5506911518467618395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bourlonfamily.blogspot.com/2010/05/burns-video-of-new-home.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426689816470615812/posts/default/5506911518467618395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426689816470615812/posts/default/5506911518467618395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bourlonfamily.blogspot.com/2010/05/burns-video-of-new-home.html' title='Burns&apos; video of new home'/><author><name>Team Bourlon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17757216566367613137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S1s9Ft1SgRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kfTGtqGuoOQ/S220/Blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5426689816470615812.post-4348318445671390567</id><published>2010-05-21T11:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T12:58:42.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time for an update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;We took a fabulous trip to California at the end of April with Jamie and Molly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hargather&lt;/span&gt;, who live in Atlanta.  We seem to prefer hanging out with them on the West coast since both times we've seen them in the past year have been in Cali.  See her blog (http://mollyallen.blogspot.com/) for pictures...our camera battery died the day we got there and we forgot the charger.  Boo.  Anyway, the home where we stayed with Molly and Jamie was basically our own private Four Seasons...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bocce&lt;/span&gt; ball, tennis court, basketball court, pool, hot tubs, workout room...this place had it all!  And it is located in wine country so we went to some local wineries too.  But even better was the quality time spent with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Hargathers&lt;/span&gt;.  Hopefully they'll visit us in Carmel this September and in Austin sometime soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Luke is reading a book called the Engine 2 diet and it's all about the health benefits of eating lots of fruits, veggies, whole grains and NO dairy or meat.  Vegan.  We've sampled several of the recipes in the book and they've turned out pretty well considering there is no butter, oil, or animal products of any kind in them.  Unfortunately, Luke bought a 'vegan' pizza the other night from Whole Foods and it did NOT pass any kind of taste test.  Glue is the closest thing I can think of to describe it.  We threw it away and got Chick &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;fil&lt;/span&gt; A instead...animal products, YES please! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;Here is a rundown of what's been going on with the almost four month old little miss these days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-still sleeping like a champ at night and during naps (she is truly my daughter)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-has started grabbing things and putting them in her mouth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-loves to suck on her hands&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-squeals and jabbers all day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-takes two walks a day in the baby &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;bjorn&lt;/span&gt; (it's gotten WAY too hot for her stroller)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-rode on her first airplane to California (did amazingly well and slept most of both flights)...we have a rule in the family of only going places where we can take direct flights, especially with a kid&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-she is drooling a lot more and unless she has a bib on, the entire front of her shirt gets soaked&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-still hates tummy time, but we do it every day because it's just one of those things you have to do even though you don't want to.  there are a lot of those in life.  at the top of my list is laundry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S_bYnf_TxMI/AAAAAAAAAP4/RsQvVIIO4sE/s1600/DSC_0838_899.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S_bYnf_TxMI/AAAAAAAAAP4/RsQvVIIO4sE/s400/DSC_0838_899.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473800570228950210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She can only take so much time in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;bumbo&lt;/span&gt; thing...her face is saying, "Really, Mom? How much longer do I have to sit in this contraption?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S_bYnK3HLKI/AAAAAAAAAPw/eoeDDBBivGo/s1600/DSC_0837_898.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S_bYnK3HLKI/AAAAAAAAAPw/eoeDDBBivGo/s400/DSC_0837_898.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473800564557425826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Luke's face (which is similar to his daughter's in the above picture) is saying, "Really, Court? You're taking a picture of me because you think my trying a vegan pizza is newsworthy?"  Absolutely.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S_bYmxETiPI/AAAAAAAAAPo/1oNUr48NBCI/s1600/DSC_0807_872.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S_bYmxETiPI/AAAAAAAAAPo/1oNUr48NBCI/s400/DSC_0807_872.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473800557633439986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jolene is quite liberal with her smiles these days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S_bYmavmeRI/AAAAAAAAAPg/6L4RpuXmWek/s1600/DSC_0715_783.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S_bYmavmeRI/AAAAAAAAAPg/6L4RpuXmWek/s400/DSC_0715_783.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473800551641020690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is Jolene's transportation of choice lately.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S_bYmCOIHHI/AAAAAAAAAPY/9Tm1iaevpCc/s1600/DSC_0689_757.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S_bYmCOIHHI/AAAAAAAAAPY/9Tm1iaevpCc/s400/DSC_0689_757.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473800545058167922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cheering on the golfers during the Masters.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-cc819e7e754fb344" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dcc819e7e754fb344%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331451241%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D43244E39D8D943B613C98A899E3F9B6ED078F0F3.470E9713F5D4A6993D0452FC14E5877F91E2A985%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dcc819e7e754fb344%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DOP4E4Hd85AQuEbAUtTB33HANDig&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dcc819e7e754fb344%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331451241%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D43244E39D8D943B613C98A899E3F9B6ED078F0F3.470E9713F5D4A6993D0452FC14E5877F91E2A985%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dcc819e7e754fb344%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DOP4E4Hd85AQuEbAUtTB33HANDig&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Add Image" border="0" class="gl_photo" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is a (long) sample of our daily conversations with Jolene.  She &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;jibber&lt;/span&gt; jabbers all day and started chuckling lately (mostly at Daddy and Baron).&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/5426689816470615812-4348318445671390567?l=bourlonfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bourlonfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4348318445671390567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bourlonfamily.blogspot.com/2010/05/time-for-update.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426689816470615812/posts/default/4348318445671390567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426689816470615812/posts/default/4348318445671390567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bourlonfamily.blogspot.com/2010/05/time-for-update.html' title='Time for an update'/><author><name>Team Bourlon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17757216566367613137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S1s9Ft1SgRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kfTGtqGuoOQ/S220/Blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S_bYnf_TxMI/AAAAAAAAAP4/RsQvVIIO4sE/s72-c/DSC_0838_899.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5426689816470615812.post-3679870079269049359</id><published>2010-04-26T18:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T19:13:26.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jolene's Little Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We are so fortunate to have great friends who have had kids within months of Jolene's birth. We pray that our children will grow up to be life-long buddies with one another and share fun and meaningful memories of growing up together in Austin. Here are just a few of Jolene's friends (we can't wait for babies Dunn and Smith to enter the scene)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S9ZEnc0vabI/AAAAAAAAAPA/t7us2wQxlbE/s400/IMG_1015-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464630642403666354" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We had a stroller gang out on Town Lake with some of our friends and their kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Left to right) John and Julie Manning with Hunter and Noah; Luke and I with Jolene; Robbie and Kara Hardy with Maylee and Caleb; Melissa and Billy Suess with Piper; and Morgan and Kyle with Amelia.  Such a fun group!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S9ZEnvO4oII/AAAAAAAAAPI/6t3t3TdRfl0/s1600/DSC_0726_794.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S9ZEnvO4oII/AAAAAAAAAPI/6t3t3TdRfl0/s400/DSC_0726_794.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464630647345160322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Miss Amelia and Jolene had the same due date but Amelia broke free a week earlier than Jolene...it's hard to believe they're the same age considering how much bigger Amelia is than Joley.  They like to hold hands.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S9ZEmckjvFI/AAAAAAAAAO4/fCCYsAAnV4c/s1600/26066_2361310191264_1205598601_100422007_4403988_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S9ZEmckjvFI/AAAAAAAAAO4/fCCYsAAnV4c/s400/26066_2361310191264_1205598601_100422007_4403988_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464630625155923026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I stole this picture from Brooke Galbreath's facebook page.  Her and Jim's son, Gain is in the middle and was kind enough to share his queso with Harper (Micah and Amber's daughter).  Gain is the most precious, big eyed little boy.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S9ZElgMUiJI/AAAAAAAAAOw/1dGiyJqO8EE/s1600/27031_1403971628063_1495532935_31063200_4955568_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S9ZElgMUiJI/AAAAAAAAAOw/1dGiyJqO8EE/s400/27031_1403971628063_1495532935_31063200_4955568_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464630608948136082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here are the four little girls who will all one day be in the same grade at school.  I look forward to lots of fun girl time with these ladies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S9ZElegrTQI/AAAAAAAAAOo/lN4VDofE888/s1600/27031_1403971708065_1495532935_31063202_6887220_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S9ZElegrTQI/AAAAAAAAAOo/lN4VDofE888/s400/27031_1403971708065_1495532935_31063202_6887220_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464630608496643330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They like to snuggle with each other...at least Amelia and Joley are into it.  I think Harper and Maylee have had enough of the younger two laying on them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/5426689816470615812-3679870079269049359?l=bourlonfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bourlonfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3679870079269049359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bourlonfamily.blogspot.com/2010/04/jolenes-little-friends.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426689816470615812/posts/default/3679870079269049359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426689816470615812/posts/default/3679870079269049359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bourlonfamily.blogspot.com/2010/04/jolenes-little-friends.html' title='Jolene&apos;s Little Friends'/><author><name>Team Bourlon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17757216566367613137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S1s9Ft1SgRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kfTGtqGuoOQ/S220/Blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S9ZEnc0vabI/AAAAAAAAAPA/t7us2wQxlbE/s72-c/IMG_1015-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5426689816470615812.post-7196309308658980683</id><published>2010-04-25T17:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T20:05:36.884-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Texas Rite of Passage...</title><content type='html'>Why is it that Texans all feel the need to stick their children in a patch of bluebonnets each Spring and take picture after picture? Well, we joined the club and put poor Jolene through this ordeal while out at the ranch in La Grange several weekends ago.  Thank you to both Gigimama and Poppi for taking care of Jolene one night while Luke and I stayed at the Hyatt Lost Pines for my birthday.  It was sad for me to see her drive away with her grandparents because I'd never spent a night away from her, but I knew what capable hands she was in which was why I didn't even worry for a minute about her...although I did worry about Gigimama not getting to sleep as much if Jolene decided to have an off night.  She slept well and I'm sure had a great time with her grandparents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S9TkalrqJBI/AAAAAAAAAOU/pgCaFkyVp1I/s400/DSC_0671_743.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464243393350214674" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She's not too sure what all the hype is about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S9TkaFeXw5I/AAAAAAAAAOM/Lcu3LyYtt0A/s400/DSC_0664_736.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464243384704549778" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gigimama, Daddy, and Jolene&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S9TkZnSiPSI/AAAAAAAAAOE/0HlKucPx-qI/s400/DSC_0661_733.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464243376601840930" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our little family (minus Baron of course)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S9TkZCV1T2I/AAAAAAAAAN8/EZH5ij4vm4A/s400/DSC_0645_717.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464243366683561826" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mommy and Jolene&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S9Tka60CGnI/AAAAAAAAAOc/R_hns5Ae2XI/s400/DSC_0673_745.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464243399022484082" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And that's all she wrote.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/5426689816470615812-7196309308658980683?l=bourlonfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bourlonfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7196309308658980683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bourlonfamily.blogspot.com/2010/04/texas-rite-of-passage.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426689816470615812/posts/default/7196309308658980683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426689816470615812/posts/default/7196309308658980683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bourlonfamily.blogspot.com/2010/04/texas-rite-of-passage.html' title='A Texas Rite of Passage...'/><author><name>Team Bourlon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17757216566367613137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S1s9Ft1SgRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kfTGtqGuoOQ/S220/Blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S9TkalrqJBI/AAAAAAAAAOU/pgCaFkyVp1I/s72-c/DSC_0671_743.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5426689816470615812.post-921504809051536928</id><published>2010-04-04T18:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T20:15:09.455-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Easter...He is risen!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, serif; "&gt;Today was a full day at the Bourlon home. Joley wore her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;first Easter dress to church (thank you Aunt Mary Ellen for such a lovely outfit!). We were reminded today at church about what Jesus' resurrection truly means for us. I think this quote sums it up better than I could ever try and articulate:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic; "&gt;"The goodness in redemption extends itself to the lower creation. It takes in not only man, but the whole of creation, except the fallen angels…The fall of man brought misery not only upon himself, but a vanity upon the creature; the earth groaned under a curse for his sake…debased to serve the lusts of a traitor; his enmity, luxury, sensuality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;But when all the fruits of redemption shall be completed, the goodness of God shall pour itself upon the creatures, “deliver them from the bondage of corruption into the glorious liberty of the goodness o&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;f God”…freed from the vanity under which they are enslaved (&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bible.logos.com/passage/esv/Rom%208.21" class="lbsBibleRef" style="text-decoration: none; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; color: rgb(69, 141, 74); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Rom 8:21&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;)… Nature shall put on triumphant vestments… Thus does the divine goodness spread its arms over the whole creation."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;–Stephen Charnock, “Existence and Attributes of God.”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold; font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;After church, Uncle Hal, Aunt Patty, Beau, Reed, and Bella came to Austin to meet Jolene and brought lots of kisses and laughter for her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S7lOECzl7ZI/AAAAAAAAAMM/i_cfrwxmT78/s400/DSC_0563_641.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456478254915775890" /&gt;Pretty little smocked dress from Great Aunt Mary Ellen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S7lSA253NhI/AAAAAAAAANs/48LIPKlR8tU/s400/DSC_0603_681.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456482598227752466" /&gt;Group shot...I think we took this same picture over Christmas when Jolene was still growing inside of Mommy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S7lR_ZX65CI/AAAAAAAAANk/66A4JPhxQ04/s400/DSC_0599_677.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456482573120889890" /&gt;Reed did such a good job of holding his cousin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S7lR-krR3II/AAAAAAAAANc/zjrnuvMMBOA/s400/DSC_0598_676.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456482558975007874" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bella and Aunt Patty spend some girl time with Joley who is filling them in on the how much she hates to be naked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S7lR9p8hi7I/AAAAAAAAANU/BAu_aCF3e38/s400/DSC_0591_669.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456482543209647026" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sweet cousins Reed and Beau give Jolene kisses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S7lSBSvplkI/AAAAAAAAAN0/iNOhRF0R-ac/s400/DSC_0607_685.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456482605701109314" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She has really started to notice Baron lately.  He has been kind enough to shower her with kisses and his hot, stinky breath.  They're going to be the best of friends.  Right now, they have a whole lot in common.  They spend their days eating, sleeping, and pooping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S7lOE8lmXiI/AAAAAAAAAMc/NZ7quwTl7RY/s400/DSC_0556_634.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456478270426340898" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Joley waves to the paparazzi in true beauty queen fashion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S7lODPC-qSI/AAAAAAAAAME/hDF6k3psGGg/s400/DSC_0570_648.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456478241021667618" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Happy Easter" says Jolene as she waves again like a beauty queen (where does she get that?).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S7lOERZwN7I/AAAAAAAAAMU/cTKLQ9EJVd8/s400/DSC_0545_623.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456478258833930162" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mommy's turn to pose with the little monkey before leaving for church.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S7lOFUjcUQI/AAAAAAAAAMk/xbSjUjZcNyo/s400/DSC_0581_659.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456478276859744514" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aunt Patty and Cousins Bella, Reed, and Beau (those are his hands holding her left hand) get to know their newest cousin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thank you guys for coming to visit us.  Little Jolene is sure to have a great time in the future with her Houston cousins...hopefully we'll see you all again soon.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;    &lt;/span&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/5426689816470615812-921504809051536928?l=bourlonfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bourlonfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/921504809051536928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bourlonfamily.blogspot.com/2010/04/happy-easterhe-is-risen.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426689816470615812/posts/default/921504809051536928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426689816470615812/posts/default/921504809051536928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bourlonfamily.blogspot.com/2010/04/happy-easterhe-is-risen.html' title='Happy Easter...He is risen!'/><author><name>Team Bourlon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17757216566367613137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S1s9Ft1SgRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kfTGtqGuoOQ/S220/Blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S7lOECzl7ZI/AAAAAAAAAMM/i_cfrwxmT78/s72-c/DSC_0563_641.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5426689816470615812.post-2944412298222287526</id><published>2010-03-23T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T11:49:25.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jolene's Travels</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jolene's first overnight trip was out to the ranch where she slept beautifully in her pack and play that her Gigimama and Poppi lovingly bought and set up for her.  Her second overnight trip was to Houston to meet her future bestie, Amelia Bender.  We hung out with the Benders at Herman Memorial while Morgan's poor body tried to fight a staph infection...which Kyle's poor body is now fighting.  We had the best time, despite being in the hospital...good times can be had, no matter where you are.  Luke and Kyle even managed to sneak in a six pack of beer with pizza we had delivered.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Side note, the medical center in Houston is RIDICULOUS!  That place needs it own zip code...which it probably has, now that I think about it.  Luke and I were amazed at how crowded the parking lot was and then we remembered that Houston is one of the most unhealthy cities in America and we were right next to the cardiac hospital.  Go figure. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S6lhpmejUpI/AAAAAAAAAL8/igmHDCJOs14/s1600-h/IMG_3191_547.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S6lhpmejUpI/AAAAAAAAAL8/igmHDCJOs14/s400/IMG_3191_547.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451996191239918226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The boys hold each other's girls.  There simply are no words to compare the difference in size of these two beauties.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S6lg0uMRKWI/AAAAAAAAAL0/Zukdc9O2gNk/s1600-h/IMG_3200_556.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S6lg0uMRKWI/AAAAAAAAAL0/Zukdc9O2gNk/s400/IMG_3200_556.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451995282777647458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Morgan is as pretty as a picture despite the arduous hospital stay.  Holding Amelia threw me for a loop because I wanted to plop her on my hip with on arm because she feels like a 6-9 month old...however, she didn't appreciate that tendency of mine because her little neck isn't quite there yet and her poor head would flop around.  No wonder she is upset with me in this picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S6lg0VttUHI/AAAAAAAAALs/ODD6rYzHLzE/s1600-h/IMG_3206_562.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S6lg0VttUHI/AAAAAAAAALs/ODD6rYzHLzE/s400/IMG_3206_562.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451995276207018098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The guys watching March Madness with their sleeping beauties.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S6lgz0l9deI/AAAAAAAAALk/Yxnal0uOGow/s1600-h/IMG_3211_567.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S6lgz0l9deI/AAAAAAAAALk/Yxnal0uOGow/s400/IMG_3211_567.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451995267316151778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Amelia is not amused at Jolene trying to take over her cozy sleeping place.  Jolene didn't even wake up to hear what Amelia had to say.  Or maybe Amelia is hinting that Jolene has stinky armpits.  Joley does have some stinky neck cheese going on.  Even right after we bathe her, I still smell some stinkiness around her neck.  Milk runs right down her face into the abyss of her neck and no matter how hard I try to keep it clean, the cheese factory won't shut down.  I am a little saddened by the fact that our daughter doesn't have the nice new baby smell.  She doesn't seem to mind her own smell, much like her stinky dad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S6lgzh-22jI/AAAAAAAAALc/hi40A3AgsI8/s1600-h/IMG_3210_566.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S6lgzh-22jI/AAAAAAAAALc/hi40A3AgsI8/s400/IMG_3210_566.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451995262320302642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Notice how far Amelia's legs hang off the seat...I love it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S6lgzNBeCPI/AAAAAAAAALU/2Soneop1MNg/s1600-h/IMG_3223_579.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S6lgzNBeCPI/AAAAAAAAALU/2Soneop1MNg/s400/IMG_3223_579.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451995256694114546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Noni with grandbabies Jake and Jolene.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S6lffhmnybI/AAAAAAAAALM/l7_E-ucL3WA/s1600-h/IMG_3233_588.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S6lffhmnybI/AAAAAAAAALM/l7_E-ucL3WA/s400/IMG_3233_588.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451993819109640626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jake loves playing with Grandpa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S6lffc2heqI/AAAAAAAAALE/fWaWwG6Cg4w/s1600-h/IMG_3236_591.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S6lffc2heqI/AAAAAAAAALE/fWaWwG6Cg4w/s400/IMG_3236_591.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451993817834158754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Grandpa and Uncle Kyle hold the youngest members of the Chapman family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S6lfe98f1bI/AAAAAAAAAK8/URgAUkK71o0/s1600-h/IMG_3243_597.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S6lfe98f1bI/AAAAAAAAAK8/URgAUkK71o0/s400/IMG_3243_597.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451993809537717682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jolene smiles and dances for Poppi on our trip to the ranch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S6lfeeR4k3I/AAAAAAAAAK0/u0fb3pG4V-M/s1600-h/IMG_3251_605.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S6lfeeR4k3I/AAAAAAAAAK0/u0fb3pG4V-M/s400/IMG_3251_605.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451993801037484914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aunt Brooke came to meet Joley! She and Joley conspired about future adventures they will have together once the Burns move to Austin.  We can't wait for them to be here and get to see little Jolene grow up.  She is such a lucky girl!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S6lfd3u2TtI/AAAAAAAAAKs/6tJ8JHZX7_Y/s1600-h/IMG_3255_609.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S6lfd3u2TtI/AAAAAAAAAKs/6tJ8JHZX7_Y/s400/IMG_3255_609.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451993790689988306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aunt Brooke and Gigimama were here for the last feeding of the day and to watch Luke's amazing swaddling job.  Jolene is absolutely content and milk drunk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5426689816470615812-2944412298222287526?l=bourlonfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bourlonfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2944412298222287526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bourlonfamily.blogspot.com/2010/03/jolenes-travels.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426689816470615812/posts/default/2944412298222287526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426689816470615812/posts/default/2944412298222287526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bourlonfamily.blogspot.com/2010/03/jolenes-travels.html' title='Jolene&apos;s Travels'/><author><name>Team Bourlon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17757216566367613137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S1s9Ft1SgRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kfTGtqGuoOQ/S220/Blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S6lhpmejUpI/AAAAAAAAAL8/igmHDCJOs14/s72-c/IMG_3191_547.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5426689816470615812.post-7458481195030472463</id><published>2010-03-05T10:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T11:03:34.782-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jolene's One Month Photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We had a photographer, Amber Snow, come to our house last Friday and do a little photo shoot of Jolene.  It took a lot of patience, skill, and direction from Amber to get these.  We're so happy with them!  One day we'll look back and hardly believe she was so little.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S5FSiw-Y2II/AAAAAAAAAJ4/IdcxA3AkDMA/s400/Jolene52.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445224181683247234" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Amber managed to unswaddle Joley without waking her...quite a feat!  Joley repaid the kindness by pooping on the nice white blanket Amber had her on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S5FSjmLFvXI/AAAAAAAAAKA/P71TZERZHfA/s400/Jolene19.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445224195963600242" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She is wrapped up in the Alpaca wool blanket my mom crocheted for her...so soft and warm!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S5FSiuem-tI/AAAAAAAAAJw/7QbcGS6BwS8/s1600-h/Jolene49.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S5FSiuem-tI/AAAAAAAAAJw/7QbcGS6BwS8/s400/Jolene49.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445224181013084882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S5FSiTBrxzI/AAAAAAAAAJo/lxHeTNoPZiQ/s1600-h/Jolene47.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S5FSiTBrxzI/AAAAAAAAAJo/lxHeTNoPZiQ/s400/Jolene47.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445224173644007218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Little pea pod in her swaddle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S5FSh_LVSEI/AAAAAAAAAJg/AhEMot1wj6A/s1600-h/Jolene36.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S5FSh_LVSEI/AAAAAAAAAJg/AhEMot1wj6A/s400/Jolene36.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445224168315766850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Daddy/Daughter pic...she's got him right where she wants him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S5FRUY_7YKI/AAAAAAAAAJY/3lQ7IiZV5j0/s1600-h/Jolene24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S5FRUY_7YKI/AAAAAAAAAJY/3lQ7IiZV5j0/s400/Jolene24.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445222835217457314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy to sleep anywhere as long as she's swaddled up tightly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S5FRT3GgtKI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/HSUf92sJdCs/s1600-h/Jolene18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S5FRT3GgtKI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/HSUf92sJdCs/s400/Jolene18.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445222826118263970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Family photo...the most important one had to be in the foreground.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S5FRTnOHusI/AAAAAAAAAJI/NDrmct0DgZQ/s1600-h/Jolene12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S5FRTnOHusI/AAAAAAAAAJI/NDrmct0DgZQ/s400/Jolene12.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445222821855214274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Little toes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S5FRTCl4CrI/AAAAAAAAAJA/I3hQ-Gos_h8/s1600-h/Jolene3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S5FRTCl4CrI/AAAAAAAAAJA/I3hQ-Gos_h8/s400/Jolene3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445222812022737586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pretty little face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S5FRSmoYmrI/AAAAAAAAAI4/6LLjcxVfeX4/s1600-h/Jolene2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S5FRSmoYmrI/AAAAAAAAAI4/6LLjcxVfeX4/s400/Jolene2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445222804517067442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love this one even though it doesn't show much of her face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;All images are courtesy of Amber Snow Photography...&lt;div&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/5426689816470615812-7458481195030472463?l=bourlonfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bourlonfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7458481195030472463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bourlonfamily.blogspot.com/2010/03/jolenes-one-month-photos.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426689816470615812/posts/default/7458481195030472463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426689816470615812/posts/default/7458481195030472463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bourlonfamily.blogspot.com/2010/03/jolenes-one-month-photos.html' title='Jolene&apos;s One Month Photos'/><author><name>Team Bourlon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17757216566367613137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S1s9Ft1SgRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kfTGtqGuoOQ/S220/Blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S5FSiw-Y2II/AAAAAAAAAJ4/IdcxA3AkDMA/s72-c/Jolene52.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5426689816470615812.post-1282601253017113481</id><published>2010-02-25T11:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T11:33:04.211-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One month old!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We just got home from Joley's one month doctor appointment, and she is packing on the pounds!  She now weighs 7 pounds, 11 ounces, is 20.5 inches tall, and her head is now 14.75 inches.  She continues to eat, sleep, and create messy diapers.  She has started taking two bottles a day (given by Luke) and has slept around 5-7 consecutive hours at night.  Now of course, as soon as I publish this, she will start to wake up every hour.  Fingers are still crossed as sleep is essential for the mommy.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S4bMUZv6sCI/AAAAAAAAAIo/yk7DaOQfjUs/s400/DSC_0533_453.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442261850605137954" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Joley pauses mid-dance move for Mommy to take a picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S4bMhyE4vYI/AAAAAAAAAIw/_YlDNt2A5E4/s1600-h/DSC_0514_434.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S4bMhyE4vYI/AAAAAAAAAIw/_YlDNt2A5E4/s1600-h/DSC_0514_434.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S4bMhyE4vYI/AAAAAAAAAIw/_YlDNt2A5E4/s400/DSC_0514_434.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442262080473841026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She hangs out a lot in this bouncy seat during the day.  She loves the vibration it makes and will wake up if it goes off...uh oh.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S4bMT3Qk5xI/AAAAAAAAAIg/9Jd984sF5ow/s1600-h/DSC_0528_448.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S4bMT3Qk5xI/AAAAAAAAAIg/9Jd984sF5ow/s400/DSC_0528_448.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442261841346881298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Family walk with Joley in the sling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S4bMTXHNvAI/AAAAAAAAAIY/ylaFeQLnVRs/s1600-h/DSC_0523_443.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S4bMTXHNvAI/AAAAAAAAAIY/ylaFeQLnVRs/s400/DSC_0523_443.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442261832717679618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy to be wrapped up in a dry towel after a warm bath.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S4bLUBp8CCI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/Uc5iGRS3aQI/s1600-h/DSC_0500_429.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S4bLUBp8CCI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/Uc5iGRS3aQI/s400/DSC_0500_429.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442260744625981474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I didn't know Luke took this picture...sleep when the baby sleeps is great advice!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S4bLTiUq2NI/AAAAAAAAAII/EblsbjgPuNo/s1600-h/DSC_0492_421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S4bLTiUq2NI/AAAAAAAAAII/EblsbjgPuNo/s400/DSC_0492_421.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442260736215275730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Joley met her Great-Grandma Chapman last weekend and got to visit with my parents too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S4bLTDEVNsI/AAAAAAAAAIA/iJxCbc1AhYI/s1600-h/DSC_0478_407.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S4bLTDEVNsI/AAAAAAAAAIA/iJxCbc1AhYI/s400/DSC_0478_407.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442260727825249986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Four generations of Chapman/Richarz family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S4bLSikcKoI/AAAAAAAAAH4/97P1kSdAXBQ/s1600-h/DSC_0476_405.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S4bLSikcKoI/AAAAAAAAAH4/97P1kSdAXBQ/s400/DSC_0476_405.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442260719101553282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Going to Grandma's house is always a treat!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S4bLSSs7bTI/AAAAAAAAAHw/HHT4oM1s4go/s1600-h/DSC_0473_402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S4bLSSs7bTI/AAAAAAAAAHw/HHT4oM1s4go/s400/DSC_0473_402.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442260714842189106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gigimama came to baby-sit so that Luke and I could have a date night out.  It was glorious!  We ate yummy sushi at Uchi and I had my first glass of wine in almost a year.  Normally the wait at Uchi is around 2 hours, but we got seated in under an hour and were home by 9.  Thank you so much Carole/Gigimama for coming to visit and giving us a night out!&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/5426689816470615812-1282601253017113481?l=bourlonfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bourlonfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1282601253017113481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bourlonfamily.blogspot.com/2010/02/one-month-old.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426689816470615812/posts/default/1282601253017113481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426689816470615812/posts/default/1282601253017113481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bourlonfamily.blogspot.com/2010/02/one-month-old.html' title='One month old!'/><author><name>Team Bourlon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17757216566367613137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S1s9Ft1SgRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kfTGtqGuoOQ/S220/Blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S4bMUZv6sCI/AAAAAAAAAIo/yk7DaOQfjUs/s72-c/DSC_0533_453.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5426689816470615812.post-1685742638065249955</id><published>2010-02-18T09:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T11:14:47.935-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The life and times of Jolene continued...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Little Jo," as her Poppi nick-named her, is starting to enjoy bath time more now that we can put her fully in the warm water.  She almost seems surprised at how good it feels.  The first picture was taken just after she decided to pee through the first towel and just before she decided to poop on this one.  Our water bill is going to be enormous with all the laundry we do now.  It's hard to believe she's been with us now for almost a month!  She is beginning to make longer eye contact with us when we talk to her and we were so lucky to get a full 4 and a half hours of sleep last night.  I feel almost refreshed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S32Nknor_1I/AAAAAAAAAHg/OfhpKUNxuo4/s400/DSC_0446_388.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439659585187872594" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She spit up on herself in her sleep last night and earned herself a morning bath to get the sticky gunk out of her hair.  Luke stayed home this morning and helped.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S32NlCmCz9I/AAAAAAAAAHo/jHDrr1g_ox8/s1600-h/DSC_0454_390.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S32NlCmCz9I/AAAAAAAAAHo/jHDrr1g_ox8/s400/DSC_0454_390.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439659592424542162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This picture shows her balding head nicely...her hair on top is coming off quickly.  Her hairdo looks a lot like her Grandpa Chapman's before he shaved it all off.  We couldn't stop laughing at her because she looks just like a little old man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S32DpW9YvXI/AAAAAAAAAHY/8M_jsLCxiek/s1600-h/DSC_0433_381.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S32DpW9YvXI/AAAAAAAAAHY/8M_jsLCxiek/s400/DSC_0433_381.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439648671494356338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Joley likes the sling Morgan gave us so far.  Luke put her in it a couple days ago after she was swaddled and asleep and we took a family walk to Joe's (with Baron of course) and got coffee and hung out.  We were gone almost an hour and she never woke up.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S32Do54hNfI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/0yQEh2LSfu4/s1600-h/DSC_0429_377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S32Do54hNfI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/0yQEh2LSfu4/s400/DSC_0429_377.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439648663689311730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Joley gazes into her goofy Daddy's eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S32DohK2W_I/AAAAAAAAAHI/zPHfl9iuIgs/s1600-h/DSC_0427_375.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S32DohK2W_I/AAAAAAAAAHI/zPHfl9iuIgs/s400/DSC_0427_375.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439648657055308786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;GRRRRR!  Her first real bath was okay but getting out in the cold air was NOT fun!  That orange cone on her head is a rooster beak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S32DoIYXCYI/AAAAAAAAAHA/qBmhDnd5e2Q/s1600-h/DSC_0426_374.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S32DoIYXCYI/AAAAAAAAAHA/qBmhDnd5e2Q/s400/DSC_0426_374.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439648650401089922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Joley's first bottle!  She drank it up and actually has been taking a couple bottles from Daddy every day now to give Mommy a break.  It takes her almost an hour to nurse and less than 20 to take the bottle...it really frees up a good chunk of time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S32Dnu_chVI/AAAAAAAAAG4/gH4NPa4RMzw/s1600-h/DSC_0421_370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S32Dnu_chVI/AAAAAAAAAG4/gH4NPa4RMzw/s400/DSC_0421_370.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439648643585705298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Joley has a little blister on her upper lip from nursing for so long and from this angle it looks like she has one tooth coming in.  Little 'Deliverance' looking child of mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S32C8z0Sk2I/AAAAAAAAAGw/wCZNnp-3C50/s1600-h/DSC_0418_367.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S32C8z0Sk2I/AAAAAAAAAGw/wCZNnp-3C50/s400/DSC_0418_367.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439647906146718562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Luke is good about getting the burps out of the little missy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S32C8lFWUlI/AAAAAAAAAGo/AQMkciUT9eY/s1600-h/DSC_0409_360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S32C8lFWUlI/AAAAAAAAAGo/AQMkciUT9eY/s400/DSC_0409_360.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439647902191735378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kara, Robbie, Caleb, and Maylee came to meet Jolene!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S32C8A4pzaI/AAAAAAAAAGg/t41VQ_iO7uc/s1600-h/DSC_0408_359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S32C8A4pzaI/AAAAAAAAAGg/t41VQ_iO7uc/s400/DSC_0408_359.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439647892474809762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maylee is such a happy baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S32C70EUqaI/AAAAAAAAAGY/ALPymgxxd8Y/s1600-h/DSC_0407_358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S32C70EUqaI/AAAAAAAAAGY/ALPymgxxd8Y/s400/DSC_0407_358.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439647889034095010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sweet friend Kara snuggles with Jolene.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5426689816470615812-1685742638065249955?l=bourlonfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bourlonfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1685742638065249955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bourlonfamily.blogspot.com/2010/02/life-and-times-of-jolene-continued.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426689816470615812/posts/default/1685742638065249955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426689816470615812/posts/default/1685742638065249955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bourlonfamily.blogspot.com/2010/02/life-and-times-of-jolene-continued.html' title='The life and times of Jolene continued...'/><author><name>Team Bourlon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17757216566367613137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S1s9Ft1SgRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kfTGtqGuoOQ/S220/Blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S32Nknor_1I/AAAAAAAAAHg/OfhpKUNxuo4/s72-c/DSC_0446_388.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5426689816470615812.post-2313813722491366512</id><published>2010-02-09T10:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T10:36:32.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our featherweight is now entering the lightweight division!</title><content type='html'>We went for Joley's two week check up yesterday and were shocked to see that she now weighs a whopping 6 pounds, 10 ounces, which means she has gained a pound and a half in the last two weeks! This breast feeding business is actually working!  She also grew half an inch in length and her little head grew an inch and a half. The doctor told us we could let her sleep at night as long as she wanted...which means that last night, I got a whole 5 consecutive hours. It was truly glorious. The doctor had to cauterize her belly button and we're still waiting for that last part to fall off so we can give her the first official bath. Yesterday was also the first day Luke went back to work for the whole day, and despite being a little nervous and sad as he left, the day went well. Here are a couple of pictures from Aunt Mary Ellen's visit and our first outing to the Charbonneau's super bowl party.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S3Gp-hQOwpI/AAAAAAAAAGI/6KSomrmeSnU/s1600-h/DSC_0400_351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S3Gp-hQOwpI/AAAAAAAAAGI/6KSomrmeSnU/s400/DSC_0400_351.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436313116756329106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Joley and Marcus...he was very concerned any time Joley or Harper cried and would come see if he could help out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S3Gp-HIRo9I/AAAAAAAAAGA/5X2p8hNoB7Y/s1600-h/DSC_0394_345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S3Gp-HIRo9I/AAAAAAAAAGA/5X2p8hNoB7Y/s400/DSC_0394_345.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436313109743641554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Her little kimono outfit almost fits her now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S3Gp9-ZZAoI/AAAAAAAAAF4/zWi4UTZC4Kk/s1600-h/DSC_0382_334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S3Gp9-ZZAoI/AAAAAAAAAF4/zWi4UTZC4Kk/s400/DSC_0382_334.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436313107399508610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Baron and Tuffy stand guard but know not to break the threshold of the nursery room door.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S3Gp9afKzdI/AAAAAAAAAFw/01pWWMfsehc/s1600-h/DSC_0381_333.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S3Gp9afKzdI/AAAAAAAAAFw/01pWWMfsehc/s400/DSC_0381_333.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436313097760067026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Look at how alert I am for Aunt Mary Ellen's visit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S3Gp9J2n_yI/AAAAAAAAAFo/nfL1qkoRgRc/s1600-h/DSC_0374_327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S3Gp9J2n_yI/AAAAAAAAAFo/nfL1qkoRgRc/s400/DSC_0374_327.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436313093295046434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sweet Aunt Mary Ellen visits her grand-niece for the first time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/5426689816470615812-2313813722491366512?l=bourlonfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bourlonfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2313813722491366512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bourlonfamily.blogspot.com/2010/02/our-featherweight-is-now-entering.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426689816470615812/posts/default/2313813722491366512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426689816470615812/posts/default/2313813722491366512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bourlonfamily.blogspot.com/2010/02/our-featherweight-is-now-entering.html' title='Our featherweight is now entering the lightweight division!'/><author><name>Team Bourlon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17757216566367613137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S1s9Ft1SgRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kfTGtqGuoOQ/S220/Blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S3Gp-hQOwpI/AAAAAAAAAGI/6KSomrmeSnU/s72-c/DSC_0400_351.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5426689816470615812.post-3750315322940153755</id><published>2010-02-07T09:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T10:42:06.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weeks One and Two</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I put my favorite picture first...Baron loves his new little sister.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S28FNIllcjI/AAAAAAAAAFg/MvNqwcf4tBI/s400/Jolene+-+240.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435568998461043250" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He especially loves her poopy diapers.  Last week, I was nursing Jolene when I felt something warm trickle down my arm.  Lo and behold, she had exploded through her diaper.  I'm sure our inexperience at putting diapers on contributed to the blow out, but just as soon as Luke put a clean diaper on her and gave her back to me, she did it again!  Lots of dirty laundry had to be washed and Baron was a little too excited as he watched from his perch just outside the nursery door.  Fun times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S28FMpfFCnI/AAAAAAAAAFY/wyQLwZPMv98/s1600-h/DSC_0349_013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S28FMpfFCnI/AAAAAAAAAFY/wyQLwZPMv98/s400/DSC_0349_013.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435568990112254578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Luke has mastered the swaddle (he's way better at it than me) and the side soothing technique from the Happiest Baby on the Block (thanks, Benders for sending it!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S28FMcFExDI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/rholfSazShQ/s1600-h/DSC_0346_016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S28FMcFExDI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/rholfSazShQ/s400/DSC_0346_016.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435568986513523762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Daddy's girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S28FMJn1Z5I/AAAAAAAAAFI/6zNeU8DS5XA/s1600-h/DSC_0338_024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S28FMJn1Z5I/AAAAAAAAAFI/6zNeU8DS5XA/s400/DSC_0338_024.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435568981559043986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Auntie Nichole came to visit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S28FL0UfWwI/AAAAAAAAAFA/zdWBEgZv8gA/s1600-h/DSC_0334_028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S28FL0UfWwI/AAAAAAAAAFA/zdWBEgZv8gA/s400/DSC_0334_028.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435568975840762626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Baron wants to help Gigimama fix Jolene's shirt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S28C6EUDvVI/AAAAAAAAAE4/N-4BJMRj444/s1600-h/DSC_0328_033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S28C6EUDvVI/AAAAAAAAAE4/N-4BJMRj444/s400/DSC_0328_033.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435566471873019218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now the Bourlon grandparents have an even number of girl grandchildren as boys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S28C5wnnKVI/AAAAAAAAAEw/MNT8lwDtXDY/s1600-h/DSC_0321_040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S28C5wnnKVI/AAAAAAAAAEw/MNT8lwDtXDY/s400/DSC_0321_040.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435566466586323282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Susann came to visit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S28C5q3OiEI/AAAAAAAAAEo/M0RopX8N1kg/s1600-h/DSC_0319_042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S28C5q3OiEI/AAAAAAAAAEo/M0RopX8N1kg/s400/DSC_0319_042.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435566465041205314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Auntie Lanie held me for a long, long time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S28C5HynyCI/AAAAAAAAAEg/e4JlA28Xkt8/s1600-h/DSC_0316_045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S28C5HynyCI/AAAAAAAAAEg/e4JlA28Xkt8/s400/DSC_0316_045.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435566455626647586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Comfy, cozy on Daddy's chest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S28C4w1Xp4I/AAAAAAAAAEY/0MNQr0NPLLk/s1600-h/DSC_0275_073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S28C4w1Xp4I/AAAAAAAAAEY/0MNQr0NPLLk/s400/DSC_0275_073.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435566449464158082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Auntie Nae comes bearing lots of PINK.  Sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S28CPqY6hnI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/HdUyJ08Ykb4/s1600-h/Jolene+-+224.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S28CPqY6hnI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/HdUyJ08Ykb4/s400/Jolene+-+224.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435565743359559282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Teaching Jolene how to trade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S28CPYE3Z9I/AAAAAAAAAEI/9f-4w8S8wSQ/s1600-h/Jolene+-+192.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S28CPYE3Z9I/AAAAAAAAAEI/9f-4w8S8wSQ/s400/Jolene+-+192.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435565738443630546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Amber, Micah, and Harper came and visited in the hospital.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S28CO1Yyj9I/AAAAAAAAAEA/4u0rYrGATjs/s1600-h/Jolene+-+182.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S28CO1Yyj9I/AAAAAAAAAEA/4u0rYrGATjs/s400/Jolene+-+182.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435565729131958226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Bender family of three on our first conference call.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S28COTSmamI/AAAAAAAAAD4/95-ioIRx97c/s1600-h/Jolene+-+169.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S28COTSmamI/AAAAAAAAAD4/95-ioIRx97c/s400/Jolene+-+169.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435565719979190882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jolene and the girls, Jen, Julie, and Katrina.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S28CN8Y-sNI/AAAAAAAAADw/RnYCCw0RLXY/s1600-h/Jolene+-+166.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S28CN8Y-sNI/AAAAAAAAADw/RnYCCw0RLXY/s400/Jolene+-+166.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435565713831932114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jolene with Daddy, Brad, and Mark.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These have been two of the longest, most exhausting weeks of our life and yet, looking back now as we're almost at the two week mark, all of that pales in comparison to the great joy Jolene has brought us.  So far, she has been a pretty quiet baby...eating, sleeping, pooping.  She really only cries when she is naked, getting a diaper changed, or wants a little snuggling.  We have our fingers crossed that she stays this way, but I've heard that things can drastically change after the two week mark.  Here's to hoping for the best but planning for the worst!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5426689816470615812-3750315322940153755?l=bourlonfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bourlonfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3750315322940153755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bourlonfamily.blogspot.com/2010/02/weeks-one-and-two.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426689816470615812/posts/default/3750315322940153755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426689816470615812/posts/default/3750315322940153755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bourlonfamily.blogspot.com/2010/02/weeks-one-and-two.html' title='Weeks One and Two'/><author><name>Team Bourlon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17757216566367613137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S1s9Ft1SgRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kfTGtqGuoOQ/S220/Blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S28FNIllcjI/AAAAAAAAAFg/MvNqwcf4tBI/s72-c/Jolene+-+240.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5426689816470615812.post-6424161178748030962</id><published>2010-01-31T11:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T12:04:12.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome home, Brooke Jolene!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S2Xh79nxFrI/AAAAAAAAADo/2UpHgyWZ6t4/s1600-h/Jolene+-+216.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S2Xh79nxFrI/AAAAAAAAADo/2UpHgyWZ6t4/s400/Jolene+-+216.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432996945762260658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here a few pics of the newest family member. I've&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt; just felt up to messing with technology, so these are from the hospital to now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S2XZXhA-5mI/AAAAAAAAACA/4i6lWlksyCY/s320/Jolene+-+043.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432987523515082338" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S2XZX_zqGVI/AAAAAAAAACI/KoUv9hNRc-A/s320/Jolene+-+046.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432987531780692306" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S2XZXKIuRII/AAAAAAAAAB4/0Hd849ywP_4/s320/Jolene+-+023.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432987517373531266" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S2XcJCm9KhI/AAAAAAAAACw/aelbYFMyhFQ/s320/Jolene+-+065.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432990573369567762" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S2XcIpyWNiI/AAAAAAAAACo/ciNvfZ9wZL4/s320/Jolene+-+052.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432990566706460194" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S2XcIQgpoDI/AAAAAAAAACg/VJTqo84xq8M/s320/Jolene+-+074.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432990559921348658" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S2XZYeazEfI/AAAAAAAAACQ/HFNJ2_xMX4Y/s320/Jolene+-+108.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432987539997921778" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S2XZYvoUYXI/AAAAAAAAACY/JTZ7Dr9unPY/s1600-h/Jolene+-+125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S2XZYvoUYXI/AAAAAAAAACY/JTZ7Dr9unPY/s320/Jolene+-+125.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432987544618033522" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This is the first meeting between Amelia and Jolene via Skype...it's a video of Morgan's of the conversation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="300" data="http://vimeo.com/hubnut/?user_id=user3078193&amp;amp;color=ffffff&amp;amp;background=9c8410&amp;amp;fullscreen=1&amp;amp;slideshow=0&amp;amp;stream=album&amp;amp;id=174033&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com"&gt; &lt;param name="quality" value="best"&gt;  &lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;  &lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt; &lt;param name="scale" value="showAll"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/hubnut/?user_id=user3078193&amp;amp;color=ffffff&amp;amp;background=9c8410&amp;amp;fullscreen=1&amp;amp;slideshow=0&amp;amp;stream=album&amp;amp;id=174033&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&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/5426689816470615812-6424161178748030962?l=bourlonfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bourlonfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6424161178748030962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bourlonfamily.blogspot.com/2010/01/welcome-home-brooke-jolene.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426689816470615812/posts/default/6424161178748030962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426689816470615812/posts/default/6424161178748030962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bourlonfamily.blogspot.com/2010/01/welcome-home-brooke-jolene.html' title='Welcome home, Brooke Jolene!'/><author><name>Team Bourlon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17757216566367613137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S1s9Ft1SgRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kfTGtqGuoOQ/S220/Blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S2Xh79nxFrI/AAAAAAAAADo/2UpHgyWZ6t4/s72-c/Jolene+-+216.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5426689816470615812.post-7103213751649278885</id><published>2010-01-23T14:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T15:04:08.385-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Since I have so much time on my hands...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've finally decided to get this up and running.  Well, today is our "official" due date and so far there are no signs of Baby B's arrival.  We went to the doctor on Thursday and although I'm progressing a little bit, we talked about scheduling an induction for next Thursday, should nothing happen between now and then.  I would have to go into the hospital Wednesday night to have a hormone administered that is supposed to ripen my cervix enough for an induction or natural labor to occur.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Luke had pity on me today and gave into my pleadings for him to take me to get cinnamon rolls from Upper Crust Bakery...I've got to milk this pregnancy thing for all it's worth while it lasts!  They were so yummy and hit the spot.  We walked around Central Market for awhile and I'm planning to continue the walking/spicy food regimen until this baby gets here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S1t3SfBmuHI/AAAAAAAAABg/0eAQGItOFMk/s320/IMG_3138.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430064935174846578" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How distinguished are these guys?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S1t17FuUGdI/AAAAAAAAABQ/inWqvkSGgAI/s320/Blog1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430063433734429138" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Baron decided he wanted to feel the baby move the baby the other night...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/5426689816470615812-7103213751649278885?l=bourlonfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bourlonfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7103213751649278885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bourlonfamily.blogspot.com/2010/01/since-i-have-so-much-time-on-my-hands.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426689816470615812/posts/default/7103213751649278885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426689816470615812/posts/default/7103213751649278885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bourlonfamily.blogspot.com/2010/01/since-i-have-so-much-time-on-my-hands.html' title='Since I have so much time on my hands...'/><author><name>Team Bourlon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17757216566367613137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S1s9Ft1SgRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kfTGtqGuoOQ/S220/Blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfivl1QiGJc/S1t3SfBmuHI/AAAAAAAAABg/0eAQGItOFMk/s72-c/IMG_3138.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
