<?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-1339653318473635659</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:05:03.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life at the Linton's</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slinton.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1339653318473635659/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slinton.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Life at the Linton's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01800848121014899361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1339653318473635659.post-3675362748624862233</id><published>2009-01-23T15:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T16:04:34.789-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here At Last</title><content type='html'>It has been a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;whirlwind&lt;/span&gt; these last few months, preparing for Lance, his arrival, Christmas, New Years, and back to work..............one day I will sleep again, maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Lancelott&lt;/span&gt; David Linton arrived 5 days over due and after almost 13 1/2 hours of labor on December 17, 2008 @ 7:23 p.m. He weighed in at 8lbs. 3oz., our largest baby thus far. He was over 1lb larger than either of the other two, and was 20in long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To our surprise, and dare I say shock, he was born with a bilateral cleft lip and a cleft soft palate. It is a blessing he was as large as he was, we have since learned he will have 2 surgeries this upcoming year and possibly several throughout his young life to correct these features.  His first being on March 30&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; to correct the cleft lip. Luckily his hard palate is intact and therefore not obstructing his eating ability to greatly. We do have to use special bottles and nipples but he eats like a champ and already weighs 9lbs. He needs to be at least 10lbs to have his surgery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johnathon and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Elizibeth&lt;/span&gt; have been so great with him. They love him so much and are thrilled to have him out of my tummy. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Elizibeth&lt;/span&gt; is so eager to assist in everything: feeding, changing, singing him to sleep, she is such a great little mommy. Johnathon will hold him while we fix the bottles and make sure he always has a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;binky&lt;/span&gt; nearby, I don't think he likes to see him cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will update with new photos soon and keep everyone posted on the up coming surgeries. Take care for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1339653318473635659-3675362748624862233?l=slinton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slinton.blogspot.com/feeds/3675362748624862233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1339653318473635659&amp;postID=3675362748624862233&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1339653318473635659/posts/default/3675362748624862233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1339653318473635659/posts/default/3675362748624862233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slinton.blogspot.com/2009/01/here-at-last.html' title='Here At Last'/><author><name>Life at the Linton's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01800848121014899361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1339653318473635659.post-1488978141816392909</id><published>2008-12-11T14:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T14:50:43.484-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Tag</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;1. Egg &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Nog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; or Hot Chocolate?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hot Chocolate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Hot Chocolate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;2. Do you wrap presents or bag them?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Wrap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;3. Colored lights or White?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;White on my tree, both on the rooftop - this year we don't have any up on the roof though. I usually put them up and Brian won't let me on the ladder (I don't know why)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;4. Do you hang mistletoe?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;5. When do you decorate?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Usually over a period of a week or two after Thanksgiving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;6. Favorite holiday dish?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I don't really have one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;7. When &amp;amp; how did you learn about Santa?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I can't remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;8. How do you decorate your tree?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;This year it only has ribbon, gold, red and green glass balls and the kids 1st year &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ornaments&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;9. Snow...love it or dread it?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Dread it. I am so glad I don't have to drive in it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;10. Can you ice skate?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Not really well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;11. Do you remember your favorite gift?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I've had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;allot&lt;/span&gt; of great gifts over the years and can't really pick just one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;12. What is the most important part of the holidays?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Remembering the birth of Christ, family and friends. I love being with everyone during the holidays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;13. Favorite holiday dessert?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Can't pick just one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;14. Favorite memory?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;15. Do you have a special ornament?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;This is cheesy, but it's out 1st Christmas together ornament.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;16. What do you do on Christmas Eve?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;With my family we would go and see a movie and go to lunch. With Brian's family we would make a family video taking turns hanging stockings and telling our ages, then usually have dinner. Bonnie would always read a book to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;grand kids&lt;/span&gt; and have them open their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;PJ's&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;17. If you could have anything for Christmas this year what would it be?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm going to have a newborn, what more can I ask for? FAMILY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;18. What do you do for neighbors and friends for Christmas?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I usually make fudge, this year I don't think I'm going to be doing anything unfortunately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;This is an easy and fun tag, I love reading about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;everyones&lt;/span&gt; traditions. I tag whoever wants to do it! Thanks Jeff and Jenna!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1339653318473635659-1488978141816392909?l=slinton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slinton.blogspot.com/feeds/1488978141816392909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1339653318473635659&amp;postID=1488978141816392909&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1339653318473635659/posts/default/1488978141816392909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1339653318473635659/posts/default/1488978141816392909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slinton.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-tag.html' title='Christmas Tag'/><author><name>Life at the Linton's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01800848121014899361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1339653318473635659.post-5937554123518426133</id><published>2008-12-08T09:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T09:48:12.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still waiting</title><content type='html'>I just wanted to update everyone on the fact that we are still waiting for our 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; little man to join our family.  I was really hoping he would be here by now, but as the Dr. told me, just be patient and wait for nature to take her course.  Does he know who he is talking to patience...me?!?!? I have not been known to have much lately and really the last two weeks of pregnancy is not the time to tell me to be patient and wait. I'm done already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have had a few really fun outings and I promise I will try and get the pictures posted soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brooke I'm still working on the tags as well. I don't move as quickly these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;If I don't get to it before Christmas you all know why and until then I hope you all have a wonderful Christmas and a Happy New Year.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1339653318473635659-5937554123518426133?l=slinton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slinton.blogspot.com/feeds/5937554123518426133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1339653318473635659&amp;postID=5937554123518426133&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1339653318473635659/posts/default/5937554123518426133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1339653318473635659/posts/default/5937554123518426133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slinton.blogspot.com/2008/12/still-waiting.html' title='Still waiting'/><author><name>Life at the Linton's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01800848121014899361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1339653318473635659.post-5927170228294076652</id><published>2008-11-03T14:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T20:24:00.911-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally!!!</title><content type='html'>I know, I know finally an update to the Linton blog! It has been a long time since I have actually updated, are you as shocked as I am? I want to warn you though that it's going to be lengthy and probably boring at times, but I hope you enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Brooke J. I told you eventually I would update. It's just been a lot longer than anticipated, like I said reading is so much easier!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Baby Update&lt;/strong&gt; -&lt;br /&gt;We have had 4 ultrasounds and finally on the forth and final we were able to get medical confirmation that we are expecting a BOY!!! With every other ultrasound the umbilical cord was in the way and this time we had a very clear view, the Dr. even gave us 98% that it's a boy. The needle test and my mom once again were correct, 3 for 3. This is a lovely picture (thanks Brooke) for all to see of me at 34 weeks. And no I don't need to be on bed rest during my last few weeks. Yes I was actually asked this question by a cashier at Harmon's. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lancelott David Linton is expected to join our family on December 12, 2008 : ) : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264572975196518994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7k1rN3hk2e0/SQ-FOmC1ulI/AAAAAAAAADQ/lVGtP8zDnfc/s320/Pregnacy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Birthday Time -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't believe it but my baby is now 4 years old!!!! My mom, dad, grandma and grandma's husband came down from Salt Lake to celebrate Johnathon's 4th birthday with us. His one and only request for the big day was to have a spider web cake. Well I did my best to make his wish come true. But what is a spider web without the spiders right? So we made a few little friends to go along with the cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7k1rN3hk2e0/SRi8t58GPWI/AAAAAAAAAEA/80cNnk3vz84/s1600-h/DSC00711.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267167261042818402" style="WIDTH: 222px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 189px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7k1rN3hk2e0/SRi8t58GPWI/AAAAAAAAAEA/80cNnk3vz84/s320/DSC00711.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7k1rN3hk2e0/SRi8kFVGr0I/AAAAAAAAAD4/hdChEajdTzU/s1600-h/DSC00710.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267167092301803330" style="WIDTH: 223px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 189px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7k1rN3hk2e0/SRi8kFVGr0I/AAAAAAAAAD4/hdChEajdTzU/s320/DSC00710.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7k1rN3hk2e0/SRi9HSxc0VI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/knDJEGanOhw/s1600-h/DSC00715.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267167697205776722" style="WIDTH: 222px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 189px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7k1rN3hk2e0/SRi9HSxc0VI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/knDJEGanOhw/s320/DSC00715.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was told that I was the "bestest" mom ever, love that!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Halloween -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year we let the kids pick out their costumes. With about 5 choices each they both chose pirates. I was excited because I would have two little matching pirates and I had nothing to do with it. Aren't they so cute!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267163698471324482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 304px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7k1rN3hk2e0/SRi5eiU3S0I/AAAAAAAAADY/Ou5ZnI-DErU/s320/DSC00750.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ARRRRRRRRRRRRRR"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7k1rN3hk2e0/SRi6ZNFEoGI/AAAAAAAAADo/bEGN0Z67SJc/s1600-h/DSC00757.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267164706380226658" style="WIDTH: 246px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7k1rN3hk2e0/SRi6ZNFEoGI/AAAAAAAAADo/bEGN0Z67SJc/s320/DSC00757.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267165350929127730" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7k1rN3hk2e0/SRi6-uNgWTI/AAAAAAAAADw/sLOnCxdCDx4/s320/DSC00755.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A few random things to share-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pictures:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Girls weekend! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My mother-in-law, sister-in-laws and myself were out one night and found these hilarious masks at a gift shop, I can't believe how funny we all look! It was a blast trying them all on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 320px" name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-e2.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=2738188573458414562&amp;amp;site=widget-e2.slide.com"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="WIDTH: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2738188573458414562&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-e2.slide.com/p1/2738188573458414562/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2738188573458414562&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-e2.slide.com/p2/2738188573458414562/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2738188573458414562&amp;amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-e2.slide.com/p4/2738188573458414562/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First time ice blocking, first attempt at curlers, helping dad, misc!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 320px" name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-d8.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=2738188573458417624&amp;amp;site=widget-d8.slide.com"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div style="WIDTH: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2738188573458417624&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-d8.slide.com/p1/2738188573458417624/bb_t024_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2738188573458417624&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-d8.slide.com/p2/2738188573458417624/bb_t024_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2738188573458417624&amp;amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-d8.slide.com/p4/2738188573458417624/bb_t024_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quotes I've come across and love:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A REAL MOM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A real mom uses baby wipes to clean more than dirty bottoms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A real mom uses her shirt sleeves as napkins and Kleenex.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A real mom allows others to see that she doesn't 'have it all together.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A real mom picks her kids' noses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A real mom puts dirty socks on her kids when the clean ones run out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A real mom has moments when she wishes she wasn't a mom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A real mom goes potty with an audience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A real mom sometimes wears makeup, and when she does, her kids say, 'Wow! Mom, you look different!'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A real mom counts chasing a toddler around the house as exercise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A real mom thinks that occasionally the television makes a wonderful babysitter!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A real mom sometimes feeds her kids cookies for breakfast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A real mom makes mistakes on a daily basis but keeps on chugging along, trying to get better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A real mom feeds her children lollipops (or just about anything) so she can complete a phone conversation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A real mom realizes that she learns as much from her children as her children learn from her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A real mom knows that childhood passes so quickly- but not quick enough some days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A real mom needs other real moms. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'm sure all of us moms have days like these, I'm also sure none of us would change them for anything! I love you Johnathon and Elizibeth!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;********************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cherish yesterday’s memories, Celebrate the joys of today, Nurture the promise of tomorrow.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*********************&lt;br /&gt;*Just for this morning, I am going to step over the laundry, and pick you up and take you to the park to play.&lt;br /&gt;*Just for this morning, I will leave the dishes in the sink, and let you teach me how to put that puzzle of yours together.&lt;br /&gt;*Just for this afternoon, I will unplug the telephone and keep the computer off, and sit with you in the backyard and blow bubbles.&lt;br /&gt;*Just for this afternoon, I will not yell once, not even a tiny grumble when you scream and whine for the ice cream truck and I will buy you one if he comes by.&lt;br /&gt;*Just for this afternoon, I won't worry about what you are going to be when you grow up, or second guess every decision I have made where you are concerned.&lt;br /&gt;*Just for this afternoon, I will let you help me bake cookies, and I won't stand over you trying to fix them.&lt;br /&gt;*Just for this afternoon, I will take us to McDonald's and buy us both a Happy Meal so you can have both toys.&lt;br /&gt;*Just for this evening, I will hold you in my arms and tell you a story about how you were born and how much I love you.&lt;br /&gt;*Just for this evening, I will let you splash in the tub and not get angry.&lt;br /&gt;*Just for this evening, I will let you stay up late while we sit on the porch and count all the stars.&lt;br /&gt;*Just for this evening, I will snuggle beside you for hours, and miss my favorite TV shows.&lt;br /&gt;*Just for this evening when I run my finger through your hair as you pray, I will simply be grateful that God has given me the greatest gift ever given. I will think about the mothers And fathers who are searching for their missing children, the mothers and fathers who are visiting their children's graves instead of their bedrooms, and mothers and fathers who are in hospital rooms watching their children suffer senselessly, and screaming inside that they can't handle it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;*And when I kiss you good night I will hold you a little tighter, a little longer. It is then, that I will thank God for you, and ask Him for nothing, except one more day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;********************&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The story of a mother's life: Trapped between a scream and a hug. ~ Cathy Guisewite&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1339653318473635659-5927170228294076652?l=slinton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slinton.blogspot.com/feeds/5927170228294076652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1339653318473635659&amp;postID=5927170228294076652&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1339653318473635659/posts/default/5927170228294076652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1339653318473635659/posts/default/5927170228294076652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slinton.blogspot.com/2008/11/baby-update.html' title='Finally!!!'/><author><name>Life at the Linton's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01800848121014899361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7k1rN3hk2e0/SQ-FOmC1ulI/AAAAAAAAADQ/lVGtP8zDnfc/s72-c/Pregnacy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1339653318473635659.post-8032302765100193460</id><published>2008-08-29T15:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T16:04:16.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Which Disney Princess Are You???</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v465/newbandi/Ariel.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Headstrong and fiesty. You have a mind of your own that's full of romantic dreams about the world around you. Exploring exotic places is your ultimate dream, and although you can be a little naive you'll realize that there is something to be gained from your family's wisdom.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.greatestjournal.com/quiz.bml?Q=16354"&gt;Which Disney Princess Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1339653318473635659-8032302765100193460?l=slinton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slinton.blogspot.com/feeds/8032302765100193460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1339653318473635659&amp;postID=8032302765100193460&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1339653318473635659/posts/default/8032302765100193460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1339653318473635659/posts/default/8032302765100193460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slinton.blogspot.com/2008/08/which-disney-princess-are-you.html' title='Which Disney Princess Are You???'/><author><name>Life at the Linton's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01800848121014899361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1339653318473635659.post-3596894354609775377</id><published>2008-07-29T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T15:38:24.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's finally happened!</title><content type='html'>I myself have never broken a bone or had to have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;stitches&lt;/span&gt; in my life. That being said, we took &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Elizibeth&lt;/span&gt; to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Insta&lt;/span&gt; Care yesterday to get 4 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;stitches&lt;/span&gt; in her left index finger. This is the first set for either child, cross our finger this is the last set. I did watch the Dr. put the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;stitches&lt;/span&gt; in, which is a feat in itself, but I also cried while holding her little body still during the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;How did she cut her finger you ask? Playing with Johnathon of course! He has a little tool set that includes a real hammer, tape measure, level you name it, it's in there, for a 3 year old! Cute as heck when he's helping Brian not so much as a toy. They were playing with the tape measure and it sliced her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;little&lt;/span&gt; finger right in the knuckle crease. Brian went upstairs to find her bleeding and screaming like crazy. I was at work so of course he called to let me know he was taking her and I left to meet them in the waiting room.&lt;br /&gt;After two hours, numerous books read, more screaming, 2 nurses, Brian and myself holding her down, and the dirtiest little look any child could give a Dr. we were able to take her home. She was so exhausted from screaming she fell asleep as soon as she hit the couch. Johnathon was just happy to be back home and able to watch &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;toons&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7k1rN3hk2e0/SLR84hP0ZzI/AAAAAAAAACQ/uFs0DvSpz9k/s1600-h/DSC00415.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7k1rN3hk2e0/SLSFZoAwkfI/AAAAAAAAACk/x3eQXnaFYW4/s1600-h/DSC00415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238958941822554610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7k1rN3hk2e0/SLSFZoAwkfI/AAAAAAAAACk/x3eQXnaFYW4/s320/DSC00415.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238949588392265010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="240" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7k1rN3hk2e0/SLR85LxMxTI/AAAAAAAAACY/Hl79pHRovVs/s320/DSC00419.JPG" width="245" border="0" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7k1rN3hk2e0/SLSFaUdOZ3I/AAAAAAAAACs/cSefy2xwn90/s1600-h/DSC00419.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1339653318473635659-3596894354609775377?l=slinton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slinton.blogspot.com/feeds/3596894354609775377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1339653318473635659&amp;postID=3596894354609775377&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1339653318473635659/posts/default/3596894354609775377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1339653318473635659/posts/default/3596894354609775377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slinton.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-finally-happened.html' title='It&apos;s finally happened!'/><author><name>Life at the Linton's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01800848121014899361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7k1rN3hk2e0/SLSFZoAwkfI/AAAAAAAAACk/x3eQXnaFYW4/s72-c/DSC00415.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1339653318473635659.post-957804707986521721</id><published>2008-07-23T14:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T14:37:17.722-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I know, I know</title><content type='html'>I haven't blogged for a while now and really need to get more on the ball. I promise to update with some fun pictures and updates soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quick update, we are going to be getting our ultrasound done Thursday July 31st to find out if we are having a boy or girl. According to the needle test I will be having a boy. Brian is hoping for a girl just to prove the test wrong (it was right with the other two). I will let you know once we find out. Brooke I promise to post pictures of my ever expanding form as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1339653318473635659-957804707986521721?l=slinton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slinton.blogspot.com/feeds/957804707986521721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1339653318473635659&amp;postID=957804707986521721&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1339653318473635659/posts/default/957804707986521721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1339653318473635659/posts/default/957804707986521721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slinton.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-know-i-know.html' title='I know, I know'/><author><name>Life at the Linton's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01800848121014899361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1339653318473635659.post-7411103638420342803</id><published>2008-06-18T15:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T15:24:52.279-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Imagination</title><content type='html'>Oh to have the imagination of a child.  Last night we pulled into the garage and Johnathon started talking about how the cave was so dark.  I asked him what cave? "The one we just drove into in the jungle" How cute is that!!! We went into the house and he and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Elizibeth&lt;/span&gt; continued to play "jungle" while climbing the waterfalls (stairs) they had to dodge the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;alligators&lt;/span&gt; and bugs flying around them.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;If only life were so entertaining.  I just sat there and watched for about ten minutes as they slowly climbed the stairs, sorry the waterfalls. I wish I had that imagination again. Being an adult we think we have to be "grown up" all the time. I think we need to use our imaginations more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1339653318473635659-7411103638420342803?l=slinton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slinton.blogspot.com/feeds/7411103638420342803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1339653318473635659&amp;postID=7411103638420342803&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1339653318473635659/posts/default/7411103638420342803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1339653318473635659/posts/default/7411103638420342803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slinton.blogspot.com/2008/06/imagination.html' title='Imagination'/><author><name>Life at the Linton's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01800848121014899361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1339653318473635659.post-2939819804160003490</id><published>2008-06-16T13:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T13:27:53.332-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Water, Water and more Water</title><content type='html'>With the temps reaching 102 this weekend, we decided to go and play. We hit 2 different water parks, I recommend the one by Snow Canyon Middle School. The kids had so much fun they didn't want to leave. The only way we were able to get them into the car was to promise to go swimming when we got home. Luckily they fell asleep on the way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Sunday was just as hot, so we went swimming. The water was cold at first, but once you were in you didn't want to get out. Izzi is a fish!!! She wouldn't let Brian hold her the entire time we were in the pool. If he came close she would just push off of him. Johnathon is still a little on the scared side, but he did get in and eventually swam around without help. The pool is a life saver in this heat!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1339653318473635659-2939819804160003490?l=slinton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slinton.blogspot.com/feeds/2939819804160003490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1339653318473635659&amp;postID=2939819804160003490&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1339653318473635659/posts/default/2939819804160003490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1339653318473635659/posts/default/2939819804160003490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slinton.blogspot.com/2008/06/water-water-and-more-water.html' title='Water, Water and more Water'/><author><name>Life at the Linton's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01800848121014899361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1339653318473635659.post-2991345178201538221</id><published>2008-06-13T11:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T11:53:18.932-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What the heck!</title><content type='html'>I thought what the heck I can be a blooger too. This is the new/old way of keeping in touch, I can do that. Brooke was certain I would get hooked and start one of my own.  She was right!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1339653318473635659-2991345178201538221?l=slinton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slinton.blogspot.com/feeds/2991345178201538221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1339653318473635659&amp;postID=2991345178201538221&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1339653318473635659/posts/default/2991345178201538221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1339653318473635659/posts/default/2991345178201538221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slinton.blogspot.com/2008/06/what-heck.html' title='What the heck!'/><author><name>Life at the Linton's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01800848121014899361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
