tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89198219700577957302024-03-08T10:00:13.557-05:00The MeuniersThe Adventures of Jason, Missy, Michael, and Oscar CatThe Meuniershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15710167342876087023noreply@blogger.comBlogger171125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8919821970057795730.post-8859759013889748112011-12-27T18:46:00.000-05:002011-12-27T18:46:43.843-05:00Long Time, No Write!Life has been wonderfully crazy and there has been no time to blog. Since my last post, Michael has turned three! And, we have two new additions to our family - Andrew and Emmett. I am wanting to start fresh with my blogging in the new year, so I've decided to start a new blog. I am going to leave this one up because there are so many wonderful pictures and videos of Michael, but I'm not going to post here any longer. Our new blog is <a href="http://meunierfamily2012.blogspot.com/">http://meunierfamily2012.blogspot.com/</a> Please follow us there!The Meuniershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15710167342876087023noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8919821970057795730.post-45315820969429224562010-09-29T13:27:00.002-04:002010-09-29T13:31:11.137-04:00Michael spells K-I-R-B-Y<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dx8SceXprrgBiTriQpgq7ZX7nxAk-J88ZuFhzdNMS6BVKRswV7u0A7BLjSm5nMKynM6pRalkVuBC_0DFIIfRQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>The Meuniershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15710167342876087023noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8919821970057795730.post-3601138861859797342010-09-29T08:38:00.001-04:002010-09-29T08:41:01.852-04:00Michael says Happy Birthday<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyy-y5zvh9foLbE0AxW3V17S0Us9h9jrHRTs6MQN-KLkdUXsBbvY_FewAke3iv6LrjRj8ixCVfzkWZwcZKL2g' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>The Meuniershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15710167342876087023noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8919821970057795730.post-66087147972981133262010-06-15T21:22:00.003-04:002010-06-15T21:29:32.300-04:00Lovin' the Kitty<div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzFw2_ofGsdvJMXKuxC10lotpEaa_9oWW4O-3TJUORGTHWfoW6yLS6MFnOakG8kFlEsBRi0SGzmY2DjPYFI7w' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br />Michael loves Oscar soooo much :)<br /></div>The Meuniershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15710167342876087023noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8919821970057795730.post-14273632135474732512010-06-04T21:55:00.002-04:002010-06-04T21:59:48.051-04:00Whee!!!<div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzMQivUhkahdZM-ksDOcGBUwoFNSpEEwp7SG3X0F4m_l2_vvAmGq8NPnbsMnAR-ZFT-BWMNp78o6-8GOJTR' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div>The Meuniershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15710167342876087023noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8919821970057795730.post-51781226169559959892010-06-04T21:51:00.001-04:002010-06-04T21:55:43.922-04:00Turkey!!!<div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyy01_Ph9EG3N067HedCVwpfjCDqGK4UsIQVDEO77NUAGQM15VSASeanE5daydvk8ufmXm2yi0gd472GMBiLA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br />We've got some turkey lovers in our house!<br /></div>The Meuniershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15710167342876087023noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8919821970057795730.post-62138291371322271412010-05-25T21:46:00.003-04:002010-05-25T21:50:00.721-04:00<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" >I dreamed of you last night</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" >You were so beautiful and so content...</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" >Thank you, Lord, for the reminder that</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" >Those sweet angels who are no longer with us</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" >Are in your arms.<br /><br /><br /></span></span>The Meuniershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15710167342876087023noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8919821970057795730.post-86898476630324206952010-05-21T20:56:00.002-04:002010-05-21T21:11:19.315-04:00Today's Special: Oiled Shrimp<span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Ahem... let me just climb up on my soapbox here. I may live in Ohio, but I am a SOUTHERN girl at heart, and I always will be. I grew up on the Mississippi Gulf Coast. I <span style="font-weight: bold;">wept</span> after Katrina nearly destroyed it. I <span style="font-weight: bold;">weep</span> now as I watch "big oil" doing it's best to finish the job. I am an engineer by training and I studied environmental sciences in grad school. So, I know the issues BP is facing in this disaster. <br /><br />And <span style="font-weight: bold;">I say</span>,<span style="font-weight: bold;"> "YOU ARE NOT DOING A GOOD ENOUGH JOB!" </span> <span style="font-weight: bold;">I say</span> that you've <span style="font-size:130%;">lied </span>since Day 1 about the scale of this disaster. You've bought our politicians and even our local tv station. Excuse me, Gene Taylor, this is NOT chocolate milk. And, WLO-BP, yes, I think it is safe to say that the oil and the dead dolphins and turtles and wreckage are from the Deepwater Horizon. <br /><br />I <span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">resent</span></span> that the scale of this disaster is being under-reported. I </span></span><span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">resent</span></span></span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"> that you have made this worse by using a dispersant whose by-products are more toxic than the oil. I <span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">resent</span></span> that the EPA won't let us take steps to protect the wetlands because of the time it takes to get permits. I <span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">resent</span></span> that Mississippi is opening up shrimping season next week. Really, do we need to eat toxic seafood? Is it not enough that our whole ecosystem is being trashed? And the SMELL, I <span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">RESENT</span></span> that God-awful smell! What will it take to wake us up, people?<br /></span></span>The Meuniershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15710167342876087023noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8919821970057795730.post-8531469770539201672010-05-21T20:49:00.003-04:002010-05-21T20:55:47.114-04:00Walk Around Landen Lake<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qXHDaIUJ2Q0/S_cqg7R6JlI/AAAAAAAACVY/AVfZN7X95iE/s1600/IMG_6533b.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qXHDaIUJ2Q0/S_cqg7R6JlI/AAAAAAAACVY/AVfZN7X95iE/s400/IMG_6533b.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473890617249113682" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qXHDaIUJ2Q0/S_cqgjp0gvI/AAAAAAAACVQ/dZAco9Dpcnw/s1600/IMG_6531v.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qXHDaIUJ2Q0/S_cqgjp0gvI/AAAAAAAACVQ/dZAco9Dpcnw/s400/IMG_6531v.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473890610906956530" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qXHDaIUJ2Q0/S_cqgLwTsXI/AAAAAAAACVI/Jf4Ct1zLBR8/s1600/IMG_6527v.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qXHDaIUJ2Q0/S_cqgLwTsXI/AAAAAAAACVI/Jf4Ct1zLBR8/s400/IMG_6527v.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473890604491714930" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qXHDaIUJ2Q0/S_cqf31Q7-I/AAAAAAAACVA/mdkWGMd-DSQ/s1600/IMG_6525f.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qXHDaIUJ2Q0/S_cqf31Q7-I/AAAAAAAACVA/mdkWGMd-DSQ/s400/IMG_6525f.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473890599143796706" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Yesterday, Michael and I went for a walk around Lake Landen. I pass by it frequently and I thought it'd be a fun outing on such a beautiful, sunny day. Michael really enjoyed the change of scenery (I think he's getting a little bored with our neighborhood). It was a much longer walk than we thought and the trail isn't well marked in some spots, but we made our way around in about an hour. We saw lots of wildlife: geese with goslings, ducks with ducklings, turtles, cranes, and a very surprised cat that was lounging on a tree branch as we came barreling down the hill (Michael thought that was lots of fun).</span></span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>The Meuniershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15710167342876087023noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8919821970057795730.post-26011132356612280342010-05-19T21:53:00.002-04:002010-05-19T21:59:48.490-04:00It's Not Your TurnToday I took Michael to StoryTime at our local library. He has so much fun! They have a play time after the librarian finishes her program. There are so many kids, and Michael just kind of takes it all in. Today, there were several of those large beach balls in the room for the kids to play with. He was interested in those and went up to this one little girl who had her arms wrapped around a big purple and white beach ball. She started to turn away from him, and I said, "No, Michael, it's not your turn to play with that ball." Well, the lip started to quiver and before I could blink, we had waterworks. I picked him up and he just cried and cried. He was so heartbroken, as was I. I was just telling a friend about that, and it occurred to me that we, as God's children, are often in this same situation. It's not our turn yet, for whatever it is our heart desires, and we are so heartbroken. What a comfort to know that He holds us in his arms tightly as we cry and His heart breaks with ours.The Meuniershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15710167342876087023noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8919821970057795730.post-17858255877779648132010-05-18T21:12:00.002-04:002010-05-18T21:17:15.022-04:00A Few Photos from Mother's Day<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qXHDaIUJ2Q0/S_M7cEg3PnI/AAAAAAAACU0/fIX99aRZwpQ/s1600/IMG_6507b.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qXHDaIUJ2Q0/S_M7cEg3PnI/AAAAAAAACU0/fIX99aRZwpQ/s400/IMG_6507b.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472783325619240562" border="0" /></a>Michael had so much fun with his grandma and grandpa!<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qXHDaIUJ2Q0/S_M7bsdZi8I/AAAAAAAACUs/zJsdQjtTT2o/s1600/IMG_6497b.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qXHDaIUJ2Q0/S_M7bsdZi8I/AAAAAAAACUs/zJsdQjtTT2o/s400/IMG_6497b.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472783319162260418" border="0" /></a><br />Here he is playing trains with Mommy. Poor little guy woke up sick, so there was no dressing up or going out. We did have a really nice time just hanging out at home, though! Michael gave Mommy a beautiful set of pearl earrings (Dad did a very nice job of helping Michael!). <br /></div>The Meuniershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15710167342876087023noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8919821970057795730.post-87931441825020009702010-05-18T20:58:00.001-04:002010-05-18T21:02:06.212-04:00Helping Out Around the House<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qXHDaIUJ2Q0/S_M4C_RGb2I/AAAAAAAACUk/oc59zDuRiTI/s1600/IMG_6520b.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qXHDaIUJ2Q0/S_M4C_RGb2I/AAAAAAAACUk/oc59zDuRiTI/s400/IMG_6520b.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472779596179337058" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: georgia;">I adore the dimple on his left cheek.</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qXHDaIUJ2Q0/S_M4Cd0rM6I/AAAAAAAACUc/xq6eMjXtUvE/s1600/IMG_6516n.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qXHDaIUJ2Q0/S_M4Cd0rM6I/AAAAAAAACUc/xq6eMjXtUvE/s400/IMG_6516n.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472779587201741730" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: georgia;">Michael is a huge help around the house. Look how well he handles the laundry basket! </span><br /></div>The Meuniershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15710167342876087023noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8919821970057795730.post-24434016579992108552010-05-18T20:48:00.002-04:002010-05-18T20:54:38.418-04:00Is This Seat Taken?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qXHDaIUJ2Q0/S_M1wvZoj4I/AAAAAAAACUU/Sz5_bxZ89I0/s1600/IMG_6522b.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qXHDaIUJ2Q0/S_M1wvZoj4I/AAAAAAAACUU/Sz5_bxZ89I0/s400/IMG_6522b.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472777083659259778" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;">Is it just me, or is this rocking chair getting a little crowded? Michael's grandparents got him this beautiful chair for his first birthday. He loves to sit in it every day, particularly when we let him watch a Baby Signing Time video (which is really the only tv we allow him to watch). He has recently taken to sharing his chair with his buddies. There is a green frog that Elizabeth gave him and Scout the talking dog. He usually also has his sippy cup with him, too. He watches tv in style, that is for sure!</span>The Meuniershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15710167342876087023noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8919821970057795730.post-45804707579157013252010-05-07T07:41:00.001-04:002010-05-07T07:44:27.322-04:00A Mother's Day Prayer<span style="font-style: italic;">Mother's Day has been a bittersweet day for me over the last several years. Losing my mom, struggling to become a mom, having a child, and losing 2 children have made this day an emotional one for me. In praying about Mother's Day this year, I asked God to give me the strength to celebrate what is good and honor what is gone. He gave me this poem, so I wrote it. I am by no means a creative writer, so it's not exactly artistic, but it is from my heart and what God gave me to say. I feel a little vulnerable sharing this, but it occurred to me that God never wastes anything and maybe someone else needs to read this. So here it is...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Lord, Can You Be a Mother, Too?</span><br /><br />Dear Lord, I know your Word says that you are our heavenly father,<br />And, I cling to that, I do, but today I need you to be more than my father,<br />Can you be a mother, too?<br /><br />Lord, you knew my earthly mom so well, so I know it's not news to you. She was so sad, her heart forever broken. There were many happy times, that's true, but she hurt too much, to give praise to you. I wished, forever hopeful, that your love would break through, but I never saw it... so, now, I hold to hope that she's at peace with you. I miss her so much. I miss the promise of the bond I wished we could share. I feel so lonely in that spot where a mother's love should be.<br />Lord, can you be my mother, please?<br /><br />Lord, I wanted so much to be a mommy, and I felt that's what you were calling me to be. I wanted so much to give my children the mother's love that never came to me. But, months went by, and no blessings.<br />And I asked Lord, can you make me a mother, too?<br /><br />Lord, you answered, and I gave praise to the heavens for the gift you have given me. My son is the greatest joy I have ever known. Sometimes I doubt that I'm doing a good job.<br />Lord, can you show me how to be a mother, please?<br /><br />Lord, I asked again for a child. You answered with twins, but then they were gone in the blink of an eye. I miss the feel of them inside of me. I am so broken.<br />Who will hold them and love them?<br />Lord, can you be their mother, too?<br /><br />.The Meuniershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15710167342876087023noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8919821970057795730.post-43270582526672127102010-05-03T21:26:00.002-04:002010-05-03T21:31:29.303-04:0018 Month Checkup<span style="font-style:italic;">Michael had his 18 month check up today with Dr. Evans. He was a champ and didn't fuss at all until it was time for his vaccination. He is continuing pretty much on his same growth track. He weighs 27 pounds, 10 ounces (75%); he is 32.5 inches tall (52% - really? He seems really tall to me), and of course his head circumference has continued to track above the curve (>95%). Our next frontier will be getting ready for potty training. I'm debating whether to get him his own potty or one of those little ring things you attach to the adult potty. His ears looked better (we've been battling an ear infection for a month!). :)<span style="font-weight:bold;"></span></span>The Meuniershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15710167342876087023noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8919821970057795730.post-9283746638304749302010-05-02T21:39:00.006-04:002010-05-02T21:50:09.146-04:00Happy 18 Months, Michael!<embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&captions=1&hl=en_US&feat=flashalbum&RGB=0x000000&feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Fmshettlemore%2Falbumid%2F5465631718536927873%3Falt%3Drss%26kind%3Dphoto%26hl%3Den_US" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" width="400" height="267"></embed><br /><br />In honor of Michael turning 18 months, I thought I'd put together this slide show with a picture from each month. I still look at him and I'm absolutely amazed by him.<br /><br />-The Meuniershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15710167342876087023noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8919821970057795730.post-58078300773214051292009-07-01T15:31:00.003-04:002009-07-01T15:57:21.047-04:00Eight Months Old Already!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qXHDaIUJ2Q0/Sku6B49A35I/AAAAAAAABlc/LcHrvV7U7oM/s1600-h/IMG_4666.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qXHDaIUJ2Q0/Sku6B49A35I/AAAAAAAABlc/LcHrvV7U7oM/s400/IMG_4666.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353577123690897298" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qXHDaIUJ2Q0/Sku6Bp1uMaI/AAAAAAAABlU/MSpB-0oBIB8/s1600-h/IMG_4659.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qXHDaIUJ2Q0/Sku6Bp1uMaI/AAAAAAAABlU/MSpB-0oBIB8/s400/IMG_4659.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353577119633781154" border="0" /></a>Today Michael is eight months old! Where has the time gone? He is doing so many new things now. His latest trick is to sit himself up and to rock back and forth on all fours (so close to crawling!). He's also trying to pull up on everything and get into anything! We have now lowered his crib mattress so we don't have any unplanned exits! He is quite a talker and has lots to babble about! He is also eating a variety of solids now including rice cereal, squash, carrots (yuck), sweet potatoes (yum), peas (yuck), bananas, and pears. He is also very interested in drinking out of a big boy cup, so we are working with him on that, too. Michael now has 3 teeth (the two bottom and one on top) with two more looking ready to come in. He recently had a fun visit out to Oklahoma to see family. I'll have those pictures up soon. :)The Meuniershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15710167342876087023noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8919821970057795730.post-6030165539649200362009-06-13T21:45:00.001-04:002009-07-21T21:51:29.629-04:00Catching up - Photos from Mother's Day<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qXHDaIUJ2Q0/SmZvjtwTIPI/AAAAAAAACLs/S_jOPHlCzX0/s1600-h/IMG_4315b.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qXHDaIUJ2Q0/SmZvjtwTIPI/AAAAAAAACLs/S_jOPHlCzX0/s400/IMG_4315b.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361095065799434482" border="0" /></a><br />Here's our little guy all ready for his first Mother's Day.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qXHDaIUJ2Q0/SmZvjZ-RxvI/AAAAAAAACLk/nD87-1qAX4A/s1600-h/IMG_4318b.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qXHDaIUJ2Q0/SmZvjZ-RxvI/AAAAAAAACLk/nD87-1qAX4A/s400/IMG_4318b.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361095060489357042" border="0" /></a><br />Our church had a public baby dedication. Michael was teething, so we were nervous to bring him up on the stage.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qXHDaIUJ2Q0/SmZvjH9lWLI/AAAAAAAACLc/WIf-zclzSdM/s1600-h/IMG_4319b.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qXHDaIUJ2Q0/SmZvjH9lWLI/AAAAAAAACLc/WIf-zclzSdM/s400/IMG_4319b.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361095055654607026" border="0" /></a><br />He was a champ and even wanted to help Daddy with the mic!<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qXHDaIUJ2Q0/SmZviyM3H4I/AAAAAAAACLU/DjxlP5VqGNQ/s1600-h/IMG_4321b.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qXHDaIUJ2Q0/SmZviyM3H4I/AAAAAAAACLU/DjxlP5VqGNQ/s400/IMG_4321b.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361095049813106562" border="0" /></a><br />Father and son - what a pair!<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qXHDaIUJ2Q0/SmZvijjJ4JI/AAAAAAAACLM/kayHlsrIIIY/s1600-h/IMG_4323b.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qXHDaIUJ2Q0/SmZvijjJ4JI/AAAAAAAACLM/kayHlsrIIIY/s400/IMG_4323b.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361095045880078482" border="0" /></a><br />Mommy and son - the sweetest Mother's Day gift I could ask for!<br /></div>The Meuniershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15710167342876087023noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8919821970057795730.post-41596330745714406632009-06-11T21:53:00.001-04:002009-07-20T21:58:09.764-04:00Catching Up - Photos from 5/8<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qXHDaIUJ2Q0/SmUgGOrdyyI/AAAAAAAACKc/ioNxSujrDFk/s1600-h/IMG_4302b.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qXHDaIUJ2Q0/SmUgGOrdyyI/AAAAAAAACKc/ioNxSujrDFk/s400/IMG_4302b.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360726222846151458" border="0" /></a><br />I have a spatula, and I've no idea what to do with it!<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qXHDaIUJ2Q0/SmUgFmzJB5I/AAAAAAAACKU/9WSTv6l6vjo/s1600-h/IMG_4304b.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qXHDaIUJ2Q0/SmUgFmzJB5I/AAAAAAAACKU/9WSTv6l6vjo/s400/IMG_4304b.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360726212140926866" border="0" /></a><br />I've got you now, Dad!<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qXHDaIUJ2Q0/SmUgFoI48VI/AAAAAAAACKM/K8qQ8cevEPg/s1600-h/IMG_4305b.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qXHDaIUJ2Q0/SmUgFoI48VI/AAAAAAAACKM/K8qQ8cevEPg/s400/IMG_4305b.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360726212500582738" border="0" /></a>I'll eat you!<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qXHDaIUJ2Q0/SmUgFXw_dvI/AAAAAAAACKE/AeIzx090Fbs/s1600-h/IMG_4309b.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qXHDaIUJ2Q0/SmUgFXw_dvI/AAAAAAAACKE/AeIzx090Fbs/s400/IMG_4309b.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360726208105379570" border="0" /></a><br />With Mommy and Dangles the Monkey<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qXHDaIUJ2Q0/SmUgFPkSguI/AAAAAAAACJ8/YW51fWhi0zo/s1600-h/IMG_4312b.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qXHDaIUJ2Q0/SmUgFPkSguI/AAAAAAAACJ8/YW51fWhi0zo/s400/IMG_4312b.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360726205904618210" border="0" /></a><br />I love my mommy!<br /></div>The Meuniershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15710167342876087023noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8919821970057795730.post-32708227687900255852009-06-11T21:41:00.000-04:002009-07-20T21:46:30.703-04:00Catching Up - Photos from 5/7<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qXHDaIUJ2Q0/SmUdMSJ9CFI/AAAAAAAACJ0/myglxjjrP14/s1600-h/IMG_4291b.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 234px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qXHDaIUJ2Q0/SmUdMSJ9CFI/AAAAAAAACJ0/myglxjjrP14/s400/IMG_4291b.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360723028323666002" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qXHDaIUJ2Q0/SmUdMOBNENI/AAAAAAAACJs/EAkkHLaHjgY/s1600-h/IMG_4290b.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 288px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qXHDaIUJ2Q0/SmUdMOBNENI/AAAAAAAACJs/EAkkHLaHjgY/s400/IMG_4290b.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360723027213226194" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qXHDaIUJ2Q0/SmUdLyZz6KI/AAAAAAAACJk/LLFTuwUVgC4/s1600-h/IMG_4288b.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 396px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qXHDaIUJ2Q0/SmUdLyZz6KI/AAAAAAAACJk/LLFTuwUVgC4/s400/IMG_4288b.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360723019800242338" border="0" /></a><br />So far behind on posting pictures of my little guy! Here are a few from May 7th. Here he's just playing with Daddy. Notice the grip he has on Jason's hair! He (Michael) does that to me all the time and adds in a big, slobbery open-mouth kiss. He' so sweet!The Meuniershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15710167342876087023noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8919821970057795730.post-2985878281715941482009-06-10T22:50:00.002-04:002009-06-10T22:54:28.154-04:00This Could Be the Beginning of a Beautiful Friendship<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qXHDaIUJ2Q0/SjBxgDiDryI/AAAAAAAABgY/QKtylV1MDWA/s1600-h/IMG_4292b.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 373px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qXHDaIUJ2Q0/SjBxgDiDryI/AAAAAAAABgY/QKtylV1MDWA/s400/IMG_4292b.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345897553206685474" border="0" /></a><br />Humm... what's that?<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qXHDaIUJ2Q0/SjBxfz2DQuI/AAAAAAAABgQ/Hw0zsxvyaGw/s1600-h/IMG_4295a.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qXHDaIUJ2Q0/SjBxfz2DQuI/AAAAAAAABgQ/Hw0zsxvyaGw/s400/IMG_4295a.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345897548995576546" border="0" /></a><br />Daddy, I want it!<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qXHDaIUJ2Q0/SjBxfpEyxYI/AAAAAAAABgI/Q4R_V9s3Bco/s1600-h/IMG_4296b.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qXHDaIUJ2Q0/SjBxfpEyxYI/AAAAAAAABgI/Q4R_V9s3Bco/s400/IMG_4296b.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345897546104620418" border="0" /></a><br />It's so pretty...<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qXHDaIUJ2Q0/SjBxfY00xkI/AAAAAAAABgA/21Qd7Pk2BMA/s1600-h/IMG_4297b.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qXHDaIUJ2Q0/SjBxfY00xkI/AAAAAAAABgA/21Qd7Pk2BMA/s400/IMG_4297b.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345897541742675522" border="0" /></a><br />It's mine!!!<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qXHDaIUJ2Q0/SjBxfQk3EOI/AAAAAAAABf4/KyMdPbHJEp4/s1600-h/IMG_4298b.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 293px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qXHDaIUJ2Q0/SjBxfQk3EOI/AAAAAAAABf4/KyMdPbHJEp4/s400/IMG_4298b.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345897539528233186" border="0" /></a><br />I shall eat it! <br /><br />I see remote control wars in our future...<br /></div>The Meuniershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15710167342876087023noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8919821970057795730.post-11485517503355256812009-06-10T22:40:00.003-04:002009-06-10T22:46:49.779-04:00Michael Meets the High Chair<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qXHDaIUJ2Q0/SjBu7dUzStI/AAAAAAAABfQ/UfbtCEgc9bU/s1600-h/IMG_4275b.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 332px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qXHDaIUJ2Q0/SjBu7dUzStI/AAAAAAAABfQ/UfbtCEgc9bU/s400/IMG_4275b.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345894725451991762" border="0" /></a>This was Michael's first day in his high chair. We wanted to let him get used to it before we tried to feed him in it. He thought it was quite interesting.<br /><br />I think he got a little unsettled when we snapped the tray on. He was like, what are you people doing to me?<br /><br />But, all was well once we put a few toys on it for him to play with.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qXHDaIUJ2Q0/SjBu7BGOXeI/AAAAAAAABfI/IVILxFyBO4k/s1600-h/IMG_4279b.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qXHDaIUJ2Q0/SjBu7BGOXeI/AAAAAAAABfI/IVILxFyBO4k/s400/IMG_4279b.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345894717874658786" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qXHDaIUJ2Q0/SjBu6wYSBWI/AAAAAAAABfA/MJ90vmIlcNk/s1600-h/IMG_4280b.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qXHDaIUJ2Q0/SjBu6wYSBWI/AAAAAAAABfA/MJ90vmIlcNk/s400/IMG_4280b.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345894713386992994" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qXHDaIUJ2Q0/SjBu6lb0FCI/AAAAAAAABe4/eiv5U8x0vZk/s1600-h/IMG_4282b.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 344px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qXHDaIUJ2Q0/SjBu6lb0FCI/AAAAAAAABe4/eiv5U8x0vZk/s400/IMG_4282b.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345894710449017890" border="0" /></a>The Meuniershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15710167342876087023noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8919821970057795730.post-75679213282112199242009-06-10T16:59:00.001-04:002009-06-10T17:02:55.858-04:00Wrestlin' with Daddy<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qXHDaIUJ2Q0/SjAe-nlwkzI/AAAAAAAABew/ORRjb4WzqvA/s1600-h/IMG_4269b.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 211px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qXHDaIUJ2Q0/SjAe-nlwkzI/AAAAAAAABew/ORRjb4WzqvA/s400/IMG_4269b.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345806818816856882" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qXHDaIUJ2Q0/SjAe-pD1K6I/AAAAAAAABeo/yAxgEnFs5Jc/s1600-h/IMG_4271b.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 397px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qXHDaIUJ2Q0/SjAe-pD1K6I/AAAAAAAABeo/yAxgEnFs5Jc/s400/IMG_4271b.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345806819211422626" border="0" /></a>Michael loves to sit on Daddy's chest. He strains to touch Daddy's face and giggles hysterically.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qXHDaIUJ2Q0/SjAe-cs4VMI/AAAAAAAABeg/TDi1UzUMTdo/s1600-h/IMG_4273b.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 284px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qXHDaIUJ2Q0/SjAe-cs4VMI/AAAAAAAABeg/TDi1UzUMTdo/s400/IMG_4273b.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345806815893935298" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qXHDaIUJ2Q0/SjAe-cAN8HI/AAAAAAAABeY/DuG0Pn3mrzo/s1600-h/IMG_4274a.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 330px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qXHDaIUJ2Q0/SjAe-cAN8HI/AAAAAAAABeY/DuG0Pn3mrzo/s400/IMG_4274a.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345806815706607730" border="0" /></a>The Meuniershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15710167342876087023noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8919821970057795730.post-61571832448051269802009-06-10T16:54:00.002-04:002009-06-10T16:58:58.389-04:00Having Fun at Home<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qXHDaIUJ2Q0/SjAd3WnJqXI/AAAAAAAABeQ/0GQJNNCknok/s1600-h/IMG_4264b.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qXHDaIUJ2Q0/SjAd3WnJqXI/AAAAAAAABeQ/0GQJNNCknok/s400/IMG_4264b.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345805594488580466" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qXHDaIUJ2Q0/SjAd3IGnPlI/AAAAAAAABeI/1im8Z-IKHDo/s1600-h/IMG_4267b.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qXHDaIUJ2Q0/SjAd3IGnPlI/AAAAAAAABeI/1im8Z-IKHDo/s400/IMG_4267b.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345805590594010706" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qXHDaIUJ2Q0/SjAd288mYLI/AAAAAAAABeA/sDyqqA2mqd8/s1600-h/IMG_4268b.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 342px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qXHDaIUJ2Q0/SjAd288mYLI/AAAAAAAABeA/sDyqqA2mqd8/s400/IMG_4268b.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345805587599220914" border="0" /></a><br />Here's our boy having a fun day at home. He loves to read books with mommy. He also loved when our good friend, Missy, came by for a visit. Missy just moved to Salt Lake City to do her residency in pediatrics. We'll miss having Missy in Cincy, but we know she's going to have a great time out West!The Meuniershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15710167342876087023noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8919821970057795730.post-4821303344669356792009-06-10T16:50:00.002-04:002009-06-10T16:54:32.500-04:00First Babysitter<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qXHDaIUJ2Q0/SjAc3B96fsI/AAAAAAAABd4/-aMn6LD2fPM/s1600-h/IMG_4261a.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qXHDaIUJ2Q0/SjAc3B96fsI/AAAAAAAABd4/-aMn6LD2fPM/s400/IMG_4261a.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345804489435283138" border="0" /></a><br />Here is Michael with his first official babysitter, Elizabeth. We had a yard sale, so we decided to have Elizabeth come to watch him so we could focus on getting rid of some junk! Elizabeth did a great job and Michael had a very fun time playing!The Meuniershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15710167342876087023noreply@blogger.com0