<?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-36466078</id><updated>2011-07-28T22:37:23.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fowler Way of Life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Emily Fowler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16195855523544999378</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>111</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36466078.post-1721946898410526446</id><published>2009-10-22T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T09:47:40.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4 weeks and a ROWDY  21 month old</title><content type='html'>Anna Crawford turned 4weeks yesterday and Charlie will be 21 months on the 28th. Time is already flying. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/SuCLSlu3rWI/AAAAAAAAA5E/fgTLFM_6vew/s1600-h/AC+%24+weeks+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395465505072459106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/SuCLSlu3rWI/AAAAAAAAA5E/fgTLFM_6vew/s400/AC+%24+weeks+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One of her first outings with me. My kids love a passy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/SuCLSGgNXBI/AAAAAAAAA48/46hGffN0UyQ/s1600-h/AC+%24+weeks+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395465496689466386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/SuCLSGgNXBI/AAAAAAAAA48/46hGffN0UyQ/s400/AC+%24+weeks+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Charlie, AKA the Bank Robber. he was running around the house like a wild man with that hat on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/SuCLR1p84uI/AAAAAAAAA40/Mmx87M4Ng_A/s1600-h/AC+%24+weeks+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395465492166927074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/SuCLR1p84uI/AAAAAAAAA40/Mmx87M4Ng_A/s400/AC+%24+weeks+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yes he dumped all the fruit loops on the floor and the stomped on them. Lulu loved it of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/SuCLRqMl0CI/AAAAAAAAA4s/L3NtVM40X_g/s1600-h/AC+%24+weeks+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395465489090990114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/SuCLRqMl0CI/AAAAAAAAA4s/L3NtVM40X_g/s400/AC+%24+weeks+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;4 weeks old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/SuCLRaRpC0I/AAAAAAAAA4k/JG7AvH9UDRs/s1600-h/AC+%24+weeks+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395465484817206082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/SuCLRaRpC0I/AAAAAAAAA4k/JG7AvH9UDRs/s400/AC+%24+weeks+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is rare. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36466078-1721946898410526446?l=mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/feeds/1721946898410526446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36466078&amp;postID=1721946898410526446' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/1721946898410526446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/1721946898410526446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/2009/10/4-weeks-and-rowdy-21-month-old.html' title='4 weeks and a ROWDY  21 month old'/><author><name>Emily Fowler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16195855523544999378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/SuCLSlu3rWI/AAAAAAAAA5E/fgTLFM_6vew/s72-c/AC+%24+weeks+019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36466078.post-8912714833431448212</id><published>2009-10-19T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T11:27:02.002-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Randoms from this summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/StytO1FDjwI/AAAAAAAAA4c/7baToK0vlBY/s1600-h/Fair+and+Anna+Crawford+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394376923961069314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/StytO1FDjwI/AAAAAAAAA4c/7baToK0vlBY/s400/Fair+and+Anna+Crawford+042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At lake ti' okhata (sp???)  Matt was like "Emily Can please stop going down the water slide."  Charlie loved it and was fearless.  He started going down by himself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/StytOZDY6kI/AAAAAAAAA4U/DFoHwJe9czo/s1600-h/Fair+and+Anna+Crawford+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394376916437887554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/StytOZDY6kI/AAAAAAAAA4U/DFoHwJe9czo/s400/Fair+and+Anna+Crawford+046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Who says boys don't have ponytails. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/StytNnC2TPI/AAAAAAAAA4M/Xlg4hQz9nPc/s1600-h/Fair+and+Anna+Crawford+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394376903013846258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/StytNnC2TPI/AAAAAAAAA4M/Xlg4hQz9nPc/s400/Fair+and+Anna+Crawford+045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; If anyone is wondering this is what I looked like when I was his age.  Matt was not to happy about the pig tails.  I am glad we now have girl we can do this to.  I think he had seven total on his head.  Hilarious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/StytNJpyILI/AAAAAAAAA4E/kmQBL-zoPA8/s1600-h/Fair+and+Anna+Crawford+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394376895124086962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/StytNJpyILI/AAAAAAAAA4E/kmQBL-zoPA8/s400/Fair+and+Anna+Crawford+038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Charlie and EmilyKate Butler.  She had her purse and cell phone.  So cute.  Michael and Kelly came and stayed with us while they attended a wedding in Columbus.  Great time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/StyrqNHTtjI/AAAAAAAAA38/0iiSpi0_fgc/s1600-h/Fair+and+Anna+Crawford+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394375195246179890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/StyrqNHTtjI/AAAAAAAAA38/0iiSpi0_fgc/s400/Fair+and+Anna+Crawford+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlie and Ridge Gamblin at the fair.  I hope these boys are as good of friends as their daddy's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/StyjL1pvgQI/AAAAAAAAA30/4rvFpfeFl4M/s1600-h/Fair+and+Anna+Crawford+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394365877459058946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/StyjL1pvgQI/AAAAAAAAA30/4rvFpfeFl4M/s400/Fair+and+Anna+Crawford+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and Charlie at the Neshoba County Fair. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/StyjLa1SclI/AAAAAAAAA3s/6GnQo6Z7M28/s1600-h/Fair+and+Anna+Crawford+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394365870259728978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/StyjLa1SclI/AAAAAAAAA3s/6GnQo6Z7M28/s400/Fair+and+Anna+Crawford+040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Shower for Anna Crawford with my favorite friends.  We have been told that if you put your arm like that it makes you look skinnier.  I cannot speak for everyone else, but I am looking exceptionally SKINNY in this photo.  This was taken almost one month to the date before I had her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/StyjKu1tXoI/AAAAAAAAA3k/2H1wcijMjIQ/s1600-h/Fair+and+Anna+Crawford+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394365858450333314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/StyjKu1tXoI/AAAAAAAAA3k/2H1wcijMjIQ/s400/Fair+and+Anna+Crawford+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is what charlie did everytime the Carousel stopped.  I know you can't tell by the picture, but he really did love it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/StyjKBfWW4I/AAAAAAAAA3c/GjQ9xZTbmR4/s1600-h/Fair+and+Anna+Crawford+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394365846276955010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/StyjKBfWW4I/AAAAAAAAA3c/GjQ9xZTbmR4/s400/Fair+and+Anna+Crawford+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Love this picture.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/StyjJuwGm4I/AAAAAAAAA3U/HgLiYmhWFz8/s1600-h/Fair+and+Anna+Crawford+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36466078-8912714833431448212?l=mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/feeds/8912714833431448212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36466078&amp;postID=8912714833431448212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/8912714833431448212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/8912714833431448212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/2009/10/randoms-from-this-summer.html' title='Randoms from this summer'/><author><name>Emily Fowler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16195855523544999378</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/__KXzCCg7gOk/StytO1FDjwI/AAAAAAAAA4c/7baToK0vlBY/s72-c/Fair+and+Anna+Crawford+042.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36466078.post-2865182560886788316</id><published>2009-10-07T12:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T12:56:32.912-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anna Crawford is here!!!!</title><content type='html'>Well Anna Crawford graced us with her presence 3 weeks early.  I was not due until October 11th, but she decided to come on Sept. 23.  My water broke about 7:30 at home on Tues. Sept. 22, and Matt and I headed to the hospital.  She ended up being born at 3:00 am on the 23rd.  she was 7 lbs. 5 oz. and 19 1/2 inches long.  She looks a lot like Charlie when he was born.  I tried to post pictures of him when he was born, but blogger was doing something weird, I will try again later.(maybe).  We are all doing really well, trying to adjust from a family of 3 to 4, which has been difficult at times, but we are making it.  I love love love my our new addition.  &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/Sszvv90pqoI/AAAAAAAAA3M/AiwKKxZrluY/s1600-h/Fair+and+Anna+Crawford+084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389946461383928450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/Sszvv90pqoI/AAAAAAAAA3M/AiwKKxZrluY/s400/Fair+and+Anna+Crawford+084.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and my babies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/SszvvdMTPEI/AAAAAAAAA3E/FqPDUuTvd4M/s1600-h/Fair+and+Anna+Crawford+074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389946452624751682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/SszvvdMTPEI/AAAAAAAAA3E/FqPDUuTvd4M/s400/Fair+and+Anna+Crawford+074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So Sweet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/Sszvu5gShcI/AAAAAAAAA28/6id-Cu_bidA/s1600-h/Fair+and+Anna+Crawford+063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389946443044914626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/Sszvu5gShcI/AAAAAAAAA28/6id-Cu_bidA/s400/Fair+and+Anna+Crawford+063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The family.  Trying to get a picture with Charlie is like wrestling a tiger at times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/SszvudixTvI/AAAAAAAAA20/plUfmIwqziY/s1600-h/Fair+and+Anna+Crawford+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389946435539128050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/SszvudixTvI/AAAAAAAAA20/plUfmIwqziY/s400/Fair+and+Anna+Crawford+055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Daddy's little girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/SszvtKrh41I/AAAAAAAAA2s/Qi1ExiMUJWo/s1600-h/Fair+and+Anna+Crawford+052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389946413295723346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/SszvtKrh41I/AAAAAAAAA2s/Qi1ExiMUJWo/s400/Fair+and+Anna+Crawford+052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Right after delivery.  the delivery was much easier, I just wish it had been at 3:00 pm instead of am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36466078-2865182560886788316?l=mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/feeds/2865182560886788316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36466078&amp;postID=2865182560886788316' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/2865182560886788316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/2865182560886788316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/2009/10/anna-crawford-is-here.html' title='Anna Crawford is here!!!!'/><author><name>Emily Fowler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16195855523544999378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/Sszvv90pqoI/AAAAAAAAA3M/AiwKKxZrluY/s72-c/Fair+and+Anna+Crawford+084.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36466078.post-6362192173860694824</id><published>2009-07-27T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T09:14:58.834-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aruba 2009</title><content type='html'>Charlie's first trip out of the country.  He did really well on the flights much to our surprise.  Matt had a stash of Dollar Tree toys to keep him occupied and thank goodness for books.  We took a DVD player, but he managed to destroy it on the way home, so we threw it away in the airport bathroom.  He was so fun to watch and his favorite word the whole time we were there was "LOOK"  pronounced "loo." Very cute.  &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/Sm5rHnb10eI/AAAAAAAAA2g/FQhD_f1YcAw/s1600-h/Costa+Rica+and+Aruba+149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363341984833851874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/Sm5rHnb10eI/AAAAAAAAA2g/FQhD_f1YcAw/s400/Costa+Rica+and+Aruba+149.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/Sm5rHfXBylI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/y9LxSngSzPk/s1600-h/Costa+Rica+and+Aruba+113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363341982666181202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/Sm5rHfXBylI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/y9LxSngSzPk/s400/Costa+Rica+and+Aruba+113.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was just before he became totally soaked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/Sm5rHIQ9H4I/AAAAAAAAA2Q/At0v4cnawjs/s1600-h/Costa+Rica+and+Aruba+143.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363341976466694018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/Sm5rHIQ9H4I/AAAAAAAAA2Q/At0v4cnawjs/s400/Costa+Rica+and+Aruba+143.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They look so much alike  (haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/Sm5rGZlb3rI/AAAAAAAAA2I/TmDpkP75VE8/s1600-h/Costa+Rica+and+Aruba+093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363341963936128690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/Sm5rGZlb3rI/AAAAAAAAA2I/TmDpkP75VE8/s400/Costa+Rica+and+Aruba+093.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/Sm5rGFV2M3I/AAAAAAAAA2A/caY4mQIowac/s1600-h/Costa+Rica+and+Aruba+097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363341958502036338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/Sm5rGFV2M3I/AAAAAAAAA2A/caY4mQIowac/s400/Costa+Rica+and+Aruba+097.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Matt, Charlie and B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36466078-6362192173860694824?l=mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/feeds/6362192173860694824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36466078&amp;postID=6362192173860694824' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/6362192173860694824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/6362192173860694824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/2009/07/aruba-2009.html' title='Aruba 2009'/><author><name>Emily Fowler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16195855523544999378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/Sm5rHnb10eI/AAAAAAAAA2g/FQhD_f1YcAw/s72-c/Costa+Rica+and+Aruba+149.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36466078.post-7777023176735403875</id><published>2009-07-25T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T08:29:22.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crawford- Couglin Costa Rica Wedding</title><content type='html'>Caroline and Seth got married in Costa Rica on July 4.  It was really fun and she looked beautiful.  The weather was great.  It is the rainy season there right now and it did not rain hardly any and there was a major breeze that day.  It was really nice.  Everyone was there except for Charlie.  He is too little and was uninvited and after taking him with us to Aruba I am kinda glad.  He wears me out.  He is the do-run-run.  Never stops.  &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/Smshlz8L5kI/AAAAAAAAA14/JKEod9igReE/s1600-h/Costa+Rica+and+Aruba+084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362416714796230210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/Smshlz8L5kI/AAAAAAAAA14/JKEod9igReE/s400/Costa+Rica+and+Aruba+084.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;on the beach after the ceremony&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/SmshlrFMmmI/AAAAAAAAA1w/M3Tn053483A/s1600-h/Costa+Rica+and+Aruba+064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362416712418105954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/SmshlrFMmmI/AAAAAAAAA1w/M3Tn053483A/s400/Costa+Rica+and+Aruba+064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/SmsgkUqV2GI/AAAAAAAAA1o/xTJuMRacf2Y/s1600-h/Costa+Rica+and+Aruba+059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362415589708388450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/SmsgkUqV2GI/AAAAAAAAA1o/xTJuMRacf2Y/s400/Costa+Rica+and+Aruba+059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very pretty.  That is the same necklace I wore when I got married. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/SmsgkOMWX9I/AAAAAAAAA1g/8wbxhsy-BdA/s1600-h/Costa+Rica+and+Aruba+079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362415587971981266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/SmsgkOMWX9I/AAAAAAAAA1g/8wbxhsy-BdA/s400/Costa+Rica+and+Aruba+079.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt and me (AKA BIG MOMMA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/Smsgj7QHe2I/AAAAAAAAA1Y/33PA4U0loVk/s1600-h/Costa+Rica+and+Aruba+052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362415582887508834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/Smsgj7QHe2I/AAAAAAAAA1Y/33PA4U0loVk/s400/Costa+Rica+and+Aruba+052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/SmsgjiYPAtI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/cmmRSAf2OUk/s1600-h/Costa+Rica+and+Aruba+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362415576210670290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/SmsgjiYPAtI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/cmmRSAf2OUk/s400/Costa+Rica+and+Aruba+037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rehersal dinner family pic.  Minus charlie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/SmsgjXDgNuI/AAAAAAAAA1I/ePP2lIzdU6o/s1600-h/Costa+Rica+and+Aruba+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362415573170927330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/SmsgjXDgNuI/AAAAAAAAA1I/ePP2lIzdU6o/s400/Costa+Rica+and+Aruba+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Newlyweds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/SmsewaR39bI/AAAAAAAAA1A/sAR8873uL40/s1600-h/Costa+Rica+and+Aruba+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362413598351553970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/SmsewaR39bI/AAAAAAAAA1A/sAR8873uL40/s400/Costa+Rica+and+Aruba+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mom and her new Son-in-Law&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/SmsewOMsN4I/AAAAAAAAA04/72aaGEfLxug/s1600-h/Costa+Rica+and+Aruba+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362413595108587394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/SmsewOMsN4I/AAAAAAAAA04/72aaGEfLxug/s400/Costa+Rica+and+Aruba+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Caroline, and Kendell prior to the rehersal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/SmsevllIX7I/AAAAAAAAA0w/L3tBMrwNQE4/s1600-h/Costa+Rica+and+Aruba+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362413584205242290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/SmsevllIX7I/AAAAAAAAA0w/L3tBMrwNQE4/s400/Costa+Rica+and+Aruba+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting pampered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/SmsevbFKW7I/AAAAAAAAA0o/I8NjpsC66-0/s1600-h/Costa+Rica+and+Aruba+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362413581386800050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/SmsevbFKW7I/AAAAAAAAA0o/I8NjpsC66-0/s400/Costa+Rica+and+Aruba+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kendell, Matt (aka lloyd christmas, without the chipped tooth) and Caroline&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/SmsevNh-EyI/AAAAAAAAA0g/H5P_gkjt8uE/s1600-h/Costa+Rica+and+Aruba+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362413577749533474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/SmsevNh-EyI/AAAAAAAAA0g/H5P_gkjt8uE/s400/Costa+Rica+and+Aruba+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dinner on Thursday night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/36466078-7777023176735403875?l=mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/feeds/7777023176735403875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36466078&amp;postID=7777023176735403875' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/7777023176735403875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/7777023176735403875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/2009/07/crawford-couglin-costa-rica-wedding.html' title='Crawford- Couglin Costa Rica Wedding'/><author><name>Emily Fowler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16195855523544999378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/Smshlz8L5kI/AAAAAAAAA14/JKEod9igReE/s72-c/Costa+Rica+and+Aruba+084.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36466078.post-6898872412770441662</id><published>2009-06-27T06:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T07:05:33.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Matt</title><content type='html'>We recently celebrated matt's 29th on June 11th.  Charlie had the best time playing and destroying the paper.  Happy Birthday Matt.  We love you .  &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/SkYmj8BtofI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/RF9frx_wMiI/s1600-h/Matts+29th+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352007606027002354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/SkYmj8BtofI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/RF9frx_wMiI/s400/Matts+29th+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/SkYmjkFd0sI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/7EXml39SYwQ/s1600-h/Matts+29th+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352007599600292546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/SkYmjkFd0sI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/7EXml39SYwQ/s400/Matts+29th+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/SkYmjTeWyAI/AAAAAAAAA0I/PGMavLXQ5FA/s1600-h/Matts+29th+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352007595141285890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/SkYmjTeWyAI/AAAAAAAAA0I/PGMavLXQ5FA/s400/Matts+29th+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/SkYmi2TW_II/AAAAAAAAA0A/BaadIQ-6qos/s1600-h/Matts+29th+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352007587310533762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/SkYmi2TW_II/AAAAAAAAA0A/BaadIQ-6qos/s400/Matts+29th+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36466078-6898872412770441662?l=mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/feeds/6898872412770441662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36466078&amp;postID=6898872412770441662' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/6898872412770441662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/6898872412770441662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-birthday-matt.html' title='Happy Birthday Matt'/><author><name>Emily Fowler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16195855523544999378</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/__KXzCCg7gOk/SkYmj8BtofI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/RF9frx_wMiI/s72-c/Matts+29th+013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36466078.post-6938381375227926589</id><published>2009-06-26T11:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T11:39:42.625-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The little monkey strikes again</title><content type='html'>Ok so today Charlie made it out of his bed, up the stairs, and into our bedroom where he joined me and Matt at 6:30 am. I don't know why I am having such a hard time accepting this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36466078-6938381375227926589?l=mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/feeds/6938381375227926589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36466078&amp;postID=6938381375227926589' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/6938381375227926589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/6938381375227926589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/2009/06/little-monkey-strikes-again.html' title='The little monkey strikes again'/><author><name>Emily Fowler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16195855523544999378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36466078.post-369754632121963734</id><published>2009-06-23T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T12:02:25.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I know I am the worst Blogger</title><content type='html'>Yes, I am offically the worst blogger in the world.  I just can't find time to sit down and blog. Maybe it is because I am still in school full time and everything is online, so every time I sit down to the computer I am usually mad because I am doing something not fun.  Yes, I have a 17 month old that has learned how to get out of his crib. For the past to mornings I have come downstairs to get him and he has greeted me in the den.  Sure am glad he did not stick his finger in an electrical socket or somehow open a door to the outside.  If anyone has any suggestions how to keep him in the crib, please share, or is that part of my life over.  Oh and I have failed to mention that Charlie is going to have a little sister who will be here in 3-4 months.  Yes, I am six months pregnant with Little Girl Fowler.  It is so funny how you and be overly prepared for the first and the poor second one gets neglected from the beginning.  She has no clothes, no bedding, no crib (oh wait maybe she can use Charlie's since he has decided he dosen't need his anymore).  So yes I will try to do better.  I am planning on posting some pictures soon of my growing family.  Charlie has gotten so big and everyday Matt and I talk about how we have a little boy and not a baby anymore.  His hair is turning blond from the sun and is so curly.  Matt swears he is the milk mans child because he looks nothing like Matt and his hair is so curly.  He is going to have great hair, and it really needs to be cut, but I just can't do it secondary to the head lock episode.   Maybe I will get brave soon, but I am just not ready.  Like I said I am going to try my best to blog some pictures, but as you can tell I really do have trouble finding time when I am at home.  Between school, working full time, being pregnant, being super -mom-wife, and having already given birth to the do-run-run, I just forget to blog, but I promise to post pics soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36466078-369754632121963734?l=mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/feeds/369754632121963734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36466078&amp;postID=369754632121963734' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/369754632121963734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/369754632121963734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-know-i-am-worst-blogger.html' title='I know I am the worst Blogger'/><author><name>Emily Fowler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16195855523544999378</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36466078.post-4133206146548606375</id><published>2009-03-17T13:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T13:17:26.268-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Need Rain Boots</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I let Matt watch Charlie for 2 seconds. Well you see what happened. I made the mistake of telling Matt that Charlie was about to take a bath and that was all Matt needed to let the child run wild. Charlie loved it and thought stomping in the water was great. As you can tell we have gotten a lot of rain. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/ScAD4xfqfkI/AAAAAAAAAzs/cDSyHQhL5gk/s1600-h/Charlie+in+Water+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314251834190888514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/ScAD4xfqfkI/AAAAAAAAAzs/cDSyHQhL5gk/s400/Charlie+in+Water+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/ScAD4h2a_kI/AAAAAAAAAzk/SKzBsHbfaLo/s1600-h/Charlie+in+Water+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314251829991374402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/ScAD4h2a_kI/AAAAAAAAAzk/SKzBsHbfaLo/s400/Charlie+in+Water+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hey mom look at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/ScAD4cYqpxI/AAAAAAAAAzc/oktcAbSTZUI/s1600-h/Charlie+in+Water+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314251828524394258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/ScAD4cYqpxI/AAAAAAAAAzc/oktcAbSTZUI/s400/Charlie+in+Water+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/ScAD3yV9EpI/AAAAAAAAAzU/OJGckxoir_0/s1600-h/Charlie+in+Water+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314251817238729362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/ScAD3yV9EpI/AAAAAAAAAzU/OJGckxoir_0/s400/Charlie+in+Water+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; If you think he looks like a devil, I am just going to tell you that he is. He is into everthing and all boy. The other day I caught him eatnig potting soil. I hope it has a lot of protein and less carbs because look at that stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36466078-4133206146548606375?l=mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/feeds/4133206146548606375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36466078&amp;postID=4133206146548606375' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/4133206146548606375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/4133206146548606375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-need-rainboots.html' title='I Need Rain Boots'/><author><name>Emily Fowler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16195855523544999378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/ScAD4xfqfkI/AAAAAAAAAzs/cDSyHQhL5gk/s72-c/Charlie+in+Water+014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36466078.post-8427206872324519362</id><published>2009-02-25T17:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T17:26:50.904-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Worst Experience So Far!</title><content type='html'>When I tell you that I really had the worst experience as a mother today I am telling you the truth.  No I did not watch someone stick a needle in my childs leg or even watch my child fall on his face on the concrete (which would be awful), I took him for his second haircut which was terrible.  I took him to the lady that Matt uses because she was cheap and Matt's hair looks ok when she cuts his.  I am not going to say her name but If she ever reads this (which she won't because she did not come across as the blogger/email/internet type) I hope she thinks long and hard before she cuts another 13 month olds hair.  Well Charlie was not loving the idea to begin with anyway and before I knew it she had my child in a head lock.  He was screaming his head off.  I was so caught off guard.  I was thinking " did she just put my baby in a head lock." By this time she had already butchered his hair, so I had no choice but to go through with the rest of the haircut.  As if it did not look bad enough then she proceeds to take the electic razor to the side burns of his hair.  I was like "Um I don't think that we have to do that," but too late she had already scalped the left side.  Really what 13 month old really needs the electric razor.  He was screaming so bad you would have thought that she was cutting his arm off.  When she got done I looked at the other people in the shop and said "Well that was TRAUMATIC."  He was sweating and there was tons of hair all over me and him.  Poor Baby.  Not to mention that it is seriously uneven.  It was cheap and it is so true that you get what you pay for.  I will post pictures later of the traumatic event that left my baby with a lop-sided hair do.  Needless to say, we won't be going back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36466078-8427206872324519362?l=mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/feeds/8427206872324519362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36466078&amp;postID=8427206872324519362' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/8427206872324519362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/8427206872324519362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/2009/02/worst-experience-so-far.html' title='Worst Experience So Far!'/><author><name>Emily Fowler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16195855523544999378</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-36466078.post-7456616446746301833</id><published>2009-02-25T11:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T12:00:03.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Momma's Little Helper</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I was cleaning the house because I had cookbook club last night with all my girlfriends.  Charlie was obsessed with the vaccum.  He was insistent on grabbing it from me, so I just let him go.  It was so cute and I hope it is a prediction that he is going to be a "cleaner-upper" when he gets older.  When my sisters and I used to gripe about cleaning the house when we were younger my mom would say "Why do you think that I had you."  I know she was playing, but now I know what she means.  It sure is nice to have a helper.  (Matt, I still think I need a housekeeper.) &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/SaWfSA4aQkI/AAAAAAAAAzM/1RAEsUx0FCw/s1600-h/Cleaning+up+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306822867749061186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/SaWfSA4aQkI/AAAAAAAAAzM/1RAEsUx0FCw/s400/Cleaning+up+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Is he not a DOLL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/SaWfROuqQ6I/AAAAAAAAAzE/GPYeXWeCkG4/s1600-h/Cleaning+up+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306822854286394274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/SaWfROuqQ6I/AAAAAAAAAzE/GPYeXWeCkG4/s400/Cleaning+up+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You have to put it on the floor for it to work Charlie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36466078-7456616446746301833?l=mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/feeds/7456616446746301833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36466078&amp;postID=7456616446746301833' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/7456616446746301833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/7456616446746301833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/2009/02/mommas-little-helper.html' title='Momma&apos;s Little Helper'/><author><name>Emily Fowler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16195855523544999378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/SaWfSA4aQkI/AAAAAAAAAzM/1RAEsUx0FCw/s72-c/Cleaning+up+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36466078.post-6419346485703623591</id><published>2009-02-16T19:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T19:43:41.875-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Personality Issues</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/SZox2WGCBZI/AAAAAAAAAy8/22mTNoeeLRw/s1600-h/old+computer+pictures+622.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303606320895755666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/SZox2WGCBZI/AAAAAAAAAy8/22mTNoeeLRw/s400/old+computer+pictures+622.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sweet Charlie 1 year ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/SZox2NlIzrI/AAAAAAAAAy0/Ow-CfTgYF6I/s1600-h/Charlies+Birthday+050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303606318610304690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/SZox2NlIzrI/AAAAAAAAAy0/Ow-CfTgYF6I/s400/Charlies+Birthday+050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Charlie today.  His hair was wild and he was not happy when he woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36466078-6419346485703623591?l=mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/feeds/6419346485703623591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36466078&amp;postID=6419346485703623591' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/6419346485703623591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/6419346485703623591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/2009/02/personality-issues.html' title='Personality Issues'/><author><name>Emily Fowler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16195855523544999378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/SZox2WGCBZI/AAAAAAAAAy8/22mTNoeeLRw/s72-c/old+computer+pictures+622.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36466078.post-2492687401431352379</id><published>2009-02-10T19:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T11:08:05.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 1st Birthday Charlie</title><content type='html'>Charlie's first birthday was January 28th.  I can't beleive that he is 1 year old, this year has flown by.  It is amazing how he can go from a tiny infant who has to have everything done for them to very independent toddler.  We had a great time and thank God every day for our greatest gift ever.  I went a little crazy posting pics of the family party.  &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/SZWvx052QPI/AAAAAAAAAyk/mM2A-eAFXy8/s1600-h/Charlies+Birthday+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302337406848352498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/SZWvx052QPI/AAAAAAAAAyk/mM2A-eAFXy8/s400/Charlies+Birthday+042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/SZWvwyy0_jI/AAAAAAAAAyE/jU8DXuVSBx0/s1600-h/Charlies+Birthday+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302337389102169650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/SZWvwyy0_jI/AAAAAAAAAyE/jU8DXuVSBx0/s400/Charlies+Birthday+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/SZWvxgUYUDI/AAAAAAAAAyc/aJTf5BzGf2k/s1600-h/Charlies+Birthday+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302337401322491954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/SZWvxgUYUDI/AAAAAAAAAyc/aJTf5BzGf2k/s400/Charlies+Birthday+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/SZWvxdOnLYI/AAAAAAAAAyU/2Mcoe-9RLD4/s1600-h/Charlies+Birthday+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302337400492993922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/SZWvxdOnLYI/AAAAAAAAAyU/2Mcoe-9RLD4/s400/Charlies+Birthday+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Matt did not really love that hat.  He said one day he was going to kill me for making him wear that.  Maybe we can put it on his head on his 18th too.  Gotta love the family photo where everyone is looking in a different direction.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/SZWvxGb8Q0I/AAAAAAAAAyM/MLahV_sh4n0/s1600-h/Charlies+Birthday+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302337394374886210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/SZWvxGb8Q0I/AAAAAAAAAyM/MLahV_sh4n0/s400/Charlies+Birthday+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He was like "what is that shiny thing" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/SZJJRoxsGNI/AAAAAAAAAxc/Ljo65ZCxBGc/s1600-h/Charlies+Birthday+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301380278720927954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/SZJJRoxsGNI/AAAAAAAAAxc/Ljo65ZCxBGc/s400/Charlies+Birthday+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Everytime you break out the camera, this is what Charlie does.  You say smile and you get a wide open mouth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/SZJJS6moa7I/AAAAAAAAAx8/zZaxiG7N4F4/s1600-h/Charlies+Birthday+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301380300686257074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/SZJJS6moa7I/AAAAAAAAAx8/zZaxiG7N4F4/s400/Charlies+Birthday+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UMMM is it Christmas again????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/SZJJSpahAZI/AAAAAAAAAx0/fiJhAkfvZUI/s1600-h/Charlies+Birthday+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301380296072036754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/SZJJSpahAZI/AAAAAAAAAx0/fiJhAkfvZUI/s400/Charlies+Birthday+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/SZJJSedrI5I/AAAAAAAAAxs/botFtPhTv10/s1600-h/Charlies+Birthday+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301380293132493714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/SZJJSedrI5I/AAAAAAAAAxs/botFtPhTv10/s400/Charlies+Birthday+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;love that smile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/SZJJSC4-waI/AAAAAAAAAxk/MfGVBAxOvbw/s1600-h/Charlies+Birthday+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301380285730832802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/SZJJSC4-waI/AAAAAAAAAxk/MfGVBAxOvbw/s400/Charlies+Birthday+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look out ladies here I come in my new car. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-e08d0212da0635bc" 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://v22.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De08d0212da0635bc%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330032359%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D20AEA2B2F4B960E03475C2F3DCADE355871142F7.10D65CECCD836EAB88EED9461CC310E5F18275CD%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De08d0212da0635bc%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DjMhK4weBtvIJrvJzfXudvpRGfRw&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://v22.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De08d0212da0635bc%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330032359%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D20AEA2B2F4B960E03475C2F3DCADE355871142F7.10D65CECCD836EAB88EED9461CC310E5F18275CD%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De08d0212da0635bc%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DjMhK4weBtvIJrvJzfXudvpRGfRw&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36466078-2492687401431352379?l=mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=e08d0212da0635bc&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/feeds/2492687401431352379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36466078&amp;postID=2492687401431352379' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/2492687401431352379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/2492687401431352379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-1st-birthday-charlie.html' title='Happy 1st Birthday Charlie'/><author><name>Emily Fowler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16195855523544999378</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/__KXzCCg7gOk/SZWvx052QPI/AAAAAAAAAyk/mM2A-eAFXy8/s72-c/Charlies+Birthday+042.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36466078.post-5292902703752630396</id><published>2009-01-21T19:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T19:55:02.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'>iPod Crisis</title><content type='html'>Ok I finally did it.  I fixed my iPod issue no thanks to Matt.  Back before Christmas, maybe even before September, Matt decided to get a new computer.  Well, he failed to let me know this bit of info, so therefore I was not able to deactivate my iTunes account.  He said that he copied all of my songs to a CD, funny thing is the folder where they are supposed to be is totally empty. Well if you have ever had this problem before you know that it is a total PAIN IN THE BUTT!!!!!  After much debate and with a little iPod counciling from my trainer, Amy, who by the way is awesome (Eventhough I did get punched in the face one day, totally my fault).  I decided to remove all of my current songs and start from scratch.  Don't ask or make suggestion, I tried everything possible to save my old songs (I PROMISE). So, with some iTune gift cards from Matt this Christmas (I have a feeling he was feeling the heat) my poor little iPod is getting some new action.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36466078-5292902703752630396?l=mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/feeds/5292902703752630396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36466078&amp;postID=5292902703752630396' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/5292902703752630396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/5292902703752630396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/2009/01/ipod-crisis.html' title='iPod Crisis'/><author><name>Emily Fowler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16195855523544999378</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-36466078.post-8531278394777764929</id><published>2009-01-20T08:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T13:20:05.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haircut Blues</title><content type='html'>Yesterday Charlie had his first haircut and it went suprisingly well.  Matt went with me because I was just sure that it was going to be a total disaster.  He did not cry at all and it was really easy, but last night I had a total breakdown.  Charlie was sick over the weekend and yesterday we went to the doctor, and got some medicine to hopefully get rid of the nasty snotty nose.  Well I went to give him his last dose of medicine at 10 last night so I had to wake him up.  He is a great baby because he wakes up and takes the medicine and just goes back to sleep.  After I gave him his medicine I was just holding him and looking at him and he just didn't look like a baby anymore, he looked like a little boy and I think that this was my really first realization that he is growing up right before my eyes.  I went upstairs and told Matt how grown up he looked and then I proceeded to tell Matt that one day he is probably going to tell me he "hates" me and that one day he is going to love another girl more than me.  Of course Matt just looked at me and I could tell that he was thinking "you are crazy."  So with little sympathy and support from my husband I got in the shower and cried some more.  It is amazing how a few tears can make you feel so much better.  Anyway I never knew a haircut would make me so emotional. Ijust need to take it one day at a time and not take any moment for granted.  ( I know my sister (Caroline) is reading this and is totally goobed out.  )&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/SXX4nohhH1I/AAAAAAAAAw4/ZQ5FL2oQ95U/s1600-h/first+haircut+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293410296820473682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/SXX4nohhH1I/AAAAAAAAAw4/ZQ5FL2oQ95U/s400/first+haircut+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Family pic after the haircut. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/SXX4l9xXTGI/AAAAAAAAAwg/Yfed5M0s3mo/s1600-h/first+haircut+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293410268164344930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/SXX4l9xXTGI/AAAAAAAAAwg/Yfed5M0s3mo/s400/first+haircut+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/SXX4lhd9ZmI/AAAAAAAAAwY/XrEPqJZrPAo/s1600-h/first+haircut+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293410260566763106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/SXX4lhd9ZmI/AAAAAAAAAwY/XrEPqJZrPAo/s400/first+haircut+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/SXX4nDUQebI/AAAAAAAAAww/sI55IFbCIA8/s1600-h/first+haircut+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293410286832744882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/SXX4nDUQebI/AAAAAAAAAww/sI55IFbCIA8/s400/first+haircut+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/SXX4mTF9RNI/AAAAAAAAAwo/daEzJAMNq58/s1600-h/first+haircut+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293410273887864018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/SXX4mTF9RNI/AAAAAAAAAwo/daEzJAMNq58/s400/first+haircut+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36466078-8531278394777764929?l=mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/feeds/8531278394777764929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36466078&amp;postID=8531278394777764929' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/8531278394777764929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/8531278394777764929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/2009/01/haircut-blues.html' title='Haircut Blues'/><author><name>Emily Fowler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16195855523544999378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/SXX4nohhH1I/AAAAAAAAAw4/ZQ5FL2oQ95U/s72-c/first+haircut+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36466078.post-6374853919550487983</id><published>2009-01-17T08:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T08:31:40.477-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Dog</title><content type='html'>Yes, we have a new dog and his name is Charlie. I don't know why Charlie is so obsessed with Lulu's dog kennel but he is. It kinda grosses me out and I try and keep the door locked all the time, but as you can see I did not get to it in time in this picture. Also, look at Charlie's flippy-doos on his hair, well they will be gone this afternoon, because he is getting his first hair-cut today. He just looks really un-kept (I am sure the constant snotty nose is not helping either), but it is kinda driving me crazy. If he were a girl it would be great, but he is 100% boy, plus everytime we are out in public he is constantly told "You are such a cute little Girl." I mean, come on people, he has baby blue overall's on, and brown converse, how much more little boy can he be. My dad says that is what I deserve because his hair is so long. He calls him the "little hippie." So this hair cut is for you dad. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/SXILu9Kl35I/AAAAAAAAAwQ/XzK9U2pVU7w/s1600-h/Christmas+2008+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292305413434630034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/SXILu9Kl35I/AAAAAAAAAwQ/XzK9U2pVU7w/s400/Christmas+2008+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36466078-6374853919550487983?l=mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/feeds/6374853919550487983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36466078&amp;postID=6374853919550487983' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/6374853919550487983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/6374853919550487983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-dog.html' title='New Dog'/><author><name>Emily Fowler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16195855523544999378</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/__KXzCCg7gOk/SXILu9Kl35I/AAAAAAAAAwQ/XzK9U2pVU7w/s72-c/Christmas+2008+013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36466078.post-5753917893210377149</id><published>2009-01-17T07:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T07:27:16.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas with Charlie</title><content type='html'>Here are just a few pictures of our first Christmas with Charlie.  It was so much fun and exhausting.  He had no clue what was going on, but it was fun pretending like he did.  &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/SXH3W-lX7GI/AAAAAAAAAv4/tcE6keTulLM/s1600-h/Christmas+2008+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292283011265981538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/SXH3W-lX7GI/AAAAAAAAAv4/tcE6keTulLM/s400/Christmas+2008+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was Charlie's first Christmas present.  It was very fitting, it was a baseball toy. Matt swears that he already knows how to swing the bat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/SXH3V3KWjFI/AAAAAAAAAvo/2TrYFea_9XE/s1600-h/Christmas+2008+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292282992093727826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/SXH3V3KWjFI/AAAAAAAAAvo/2TrYFea_9XE/s400/Christmas+2008+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I think we have the same Fat Cheeks!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/SXH3XQXXcdI/AAAAAAAAAwI/bsMB9iPCN0M/s1600-h/Christmas+2008+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292283016039068114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/SXH3XQXXcdI/AAAAAAAAAwI/bsMB9iPCN0M/s400/Christmas+2008+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Matt and Charlie on Christmas morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/SXH3XCyIRHI/AAAAAAAAAwA/vb1iujJKUWg/s1600-h/Christmas+2008+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292283012393223282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/SXH3XCyIRHI/AAAAAAAAAwA/vb1iujJKUWg/s400/Christmas+2008+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Charlie and Santa,  I really think this was the Grumpiest Santa ever.  Charlie did so good, next year might be a different story. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/SXH3WMhp31I/AAAAAAAAAvw/fEopcy32f5w/s1600-h/Christmas+2008+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292282997828607826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/SXH3WMhp31I/AAAAAAAAAvw/fEopcy32f5w/s400/Christmas+2008+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36466078-5753917893210377149?l=mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/feeds/5753917893210377149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36466078&amp;postID=5753917893210377149' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/5753917893210377149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/5753917893210377149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/2009/01/christmas-with-charlie.html' title='Christmas with Charlie'/><author><name>Emily Fowler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16195855523544999378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/SXH3W-lX7GI/AAAAAAAAAv4/tcE6keTulLM/s72-c/Christmas+2008+015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36466078.post-7037227999416411462</id><published>2008-12-12T06:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T20:10:29.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It is the NEW DOO!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/SUJ8SXmycLI/AAAAAAAAAvc/6dTqIyk7vwk/s1600-h/Charlie+10+Months+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278918368247836850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/SUJ8SXmycLI/AAAAAAAAAvc/6dTqIyk7vwk/s400/Charlie+10+Months+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Is he sexy or what. Charlie loves the hair dryer, but if he knew what he looked like afterwards I don't think he would let me do it again. He is so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36466078-7037227999416411462?l=mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/feeds/7037227999416411462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36466078&amp;postID=7037227999416411462' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/7037227999416411462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/7037227999416411462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/2008/12/it-is-new-doo.html' title='It is the NEW DOO!!!!'/><author><name>Emily Fowler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16195855523544999378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/SUJ8SXmycLI/AAAAAAAAAvc/6dTqIyk7vwk/s72-c/Charlie+10+Months+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36466078.post-3003269907846426659</id><published>2008-12-03T09:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T12:44:28.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MSU vs. Kentucky</title><content type='html'>Charlie is crying over the dawgs loss.  No he really was just pooped from being out there all day.  &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/STbA0fYOqLI/AAAAAAAAAvE/ctTjMbeyLzs/s1600-h/Charlie+4+to+9+386.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275616021519968434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/STbA0fYOqLI/AAAAAAAAAvE/ctTjMbeyLzs/s400/Charlie+4+to+9+386.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/STbA1lq0JEI/AAAAAAAAAvU/IAgsCx89NJI/s1600-h/Charlie+4+to+9+383.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275616040388404290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/STbA1lq0JEI/AAAAAAAAAvU/IAgsCx89NJI/s400/Charlie+4+to+9+383.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Love me some MK and Nat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/STbA1NCAGsI/AAAAAAAAAvM/V3ucgmR4s_4/s1600-h/Charlie+4+to+9+385.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275616033774770882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/STbA1NCAGsI/AAAAAAAAAvM/V3ucgmR4s_4/s400/Charlie+4+to+9+385.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; MK, Nash, Me and Charlie.  I wish he didn't have that passy in his mouth.  I am going to have a time taking that away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36466078-3003269907846426659?l=mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/feeds/3003269907846426659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36466078&amp;postID=3003269907846426659' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/3003269907846426659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/3003269907846426659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/2008/12/msu-vs-kentucky.html' title='MSU vs. Kentucky'/><author><name>Emily Fowler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16195855523544999378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/STbA0fYOqLI/AAAAAAAAAvE/ctTjMbeyLzs/s72-c/Charlie+4+to+9+386.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36466078.post-5522153433077735563</id><published>2008-12-03T08:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T09:12:31.999-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Belize 2008</title><content type='html'>We went to Belize in late October. It was our post baby vacation that I really needed. I encourage everyone to take oneThe weather was great and as you can tell I got very sunburned. Matt got to go fly fishing a few days and loved it. He is already talking about going back. The resort was so nice and the people were very friendly. I recommend it to anyone looking for a get away. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/STaw2Hm63LI/AAAAAAAAAuk/6BxY0pFByoo/s1600-h/Charlie+4+to+9+357.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275598457312828594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/STaw2Hm63LI/AAAAAAAAAuk/6BxY0pFByoo/s400/Charlie+4+to+9+357.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/STaw0gURk8I/AAAAAAAAAuM/EVSjff2rSG8/s1600-h/Charlie+4+to+9+331.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275598429585773506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/STaw0gURk8I/AAAAAAAAAuM/EVSjff2rSG8/s400/Charlie+4+to+9+331.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was our Casita where we stayed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/STaw19OKiNI/AAAAAAAAAuc/SGE-na5b1Hw/s1600-h/Charlie+4+to+9+374.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275598454524643538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/STaw19OKiNI/AAAAAAAAAuc/SGE-na5b1Hw/s400/Charlie+4+to+9+374.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday these idiots would feed the crocodiles in the bay. This was illegal and yes they were idiots. Tourist would bring them whole chickens and they would feed them. They claimed they were friends with the oldest croc, George, and they said that the would ride him if he came up to eat. He did not come the day we went to watch and of course they wanted a tip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/STaw1YahlTI/AAAAAAAAAuU/WfCGxfsi8Bc/s1600-h/Charlie+4+to+9+328.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275598444644373810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/STaw1YahlTI/AAAAAAAAAuU/WfCGxfsi8Bc/s400/Charlie+4+to+9+328.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; View from the pool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/STawz4j43PI/AAAAAAAAAuE/fpUcjNEmouQ/s1600-h/Charlie+4+to+9+332.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275598418913844466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/STawz4j43PI/AAAAAAAAAuE/fpUcjNEmouQ/s400/Charlie+4+to+9+332.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36466078-5522153433077735563?l=mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/feeds/5522153433077735563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36466078&amp;postID=5522153433077735563' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/5522153433077735563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/5522153433077735563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/2008/12/belize-2008.html' title='Belize 2008'/><author><name>Emily Fowler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16195855523544999378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/STaw2Hm63LI/AAAAAAAAAuk/6BxY0pFByoo/s72-c/Charlie+4+to+9+357.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36466078.post-1948154408093285625</id><published>2008-12-03T07:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T08:01:05.902-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What ya'll looking at</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/STasmqc6g0I/AAAAAAAAAt8/zw-A3XbBNMg/s1600-h/Charlie+4+to+9+326.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275593793741685570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/STasmqc6g0I/AAAAAAAAAt8/zw-A3XbBNMg/s400/Charlie+4+to+9+326.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36466078-1948154408093285625?l=mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/feeds/1948154408093285625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36466078&amp;postID=1948154408093285625' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/1948154408093285625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/1948154408093285625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-yall-looking-at.html' title='What ya&apos;ll looking at'/><author><name>Emily Fowler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16195855523544999378</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/__KXzCCg7gOk/STasmqc6g0I/AAAAAAAAAt8/zw-A3XbBNMg/s72-c/Charlie+4+to+9+326.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36466078.post-3457454738306490864</id><published>2008-12-03T07:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T07:55:41.435-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MSU vs. Tennessee</title><content type='html'>Yes we made the trip to Knoxville to see the Dawgs play.  This highlight of the game was watching state run out on the field.  The highlight of the entire weekend was tailgating before the game.  Let's just say the atmosphere was nothing like Starkville, and I am glad there were no children around.  &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/STam53FKPkI/AAAAAAAAAt0/cg2D_vJYFAA/s1600-h/Charlie+4+to+9+320.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275587526479461954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/STam53FKPkI/AAAAAAAAAt0/cg2D_vJYFAA/s320/Charlie+4+to+9+320.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/STam5scvyqI/AAAAAAAAAts/V13KEeKP0Ls/s1600-h/Charlie+4+to+9+311.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275587523625601698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/STam5scvyqI/AAAAAAAAAts/V13KEeKP0Ls/s320/Charlie+4+to+9+311.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/STam5P9GG3I/AAAAAAAAAtk/ZqDzgVIrVM0/s1600-h/Charlie+4+to+9+301.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275587515976653682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/STam5P9GG3I/AAAAAAAAAtk/ZqDzgVIrVM0/s320/Charlie+4+to+9+301.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Now this is just wrong, but I had to get a picture with the Volunteer Bulldog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/STam4qg_HMI/AAAAAAAAAtc/NvlQRJu2Wv0/s1600-h/Charlie+4+to+9+307.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275587505926642882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/STam4qg_HMI/AAAAAAAAAtc/NvlQRJu2Wv0/s320/Charlie+4+to+9+307.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tennesse vs. State in a game of "Flip Cup."  Look how excited Matt is, can you tell they won that round and I will have to say we may not have won the game, but the State guys were the champs at Flip Cup. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/STam4GQdLfI/AAAAAAAAAtU/OqrRP_uM9CA/s1600-h/Charlie+4+to+9+309.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275587496193633778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/STam4GQdLfI/AAAAAAAAAtU/OqrRP_uM9CA/s320/Charlie+4+to+9+309.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This old man was DIE HARD.  I just kept thinking "that is somones grandfather."  He carried around a birdfeeder that was really a plunger that said something like "visitor fans birdfeeder."  It was funny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36466078-3457454738306490864?l=mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/feeds/3457454738306490864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36466078&amp;postID=3457454738306490864' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/3457454738306490864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/3457454738306490864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/2008/12/msu-vs-tennessee.html' title='MSU vs. Tennessee'/><author><name>Emily Fowler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16195855523544999378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/STam53FKPkI/AAAAAAAAAt0/cg2D_vJYFAA/s72-c/Charlie+4+to+9+320.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36466078.post-1259313640365650256</id><published>2008-12-02T13:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T13:50:55.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Play Date</title><content type='html'>Charlie, Mosby and Cole.  This picture is so blurry, but it is the only one I could get with all three of them in it.  Charlie and Mosby were on the move and poor Cole just sat there because he had not started crawling yet.  These boys were all born within 3 months of each other and I just know they are going to be best buds.  &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/STWtP707mNI/AAAAAAAAAtM/ad5Ke9OCMdo/s1600-h/Charlie+4+to+9+293.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275313027803748562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/STWtP707mNI/AAAAAAAAAtM/ad5Ke9OCMdo/s400/Charlie+4+to+9+293.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36466078-1259313640365650256?l=mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/feeds/1259313640365650256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36466078&amp;postID=1259313640365650256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/1259313640365650256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/1259313640365650256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/2008/12/play-date.html' title='Play Date'/><author><name>Emily Fowler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16195855523544999378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/STWtP707mNI/AAAAAAAAAtM/ad5Ke9OCMdo/s72-c/Charlie+4+to+9+293.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36466078.post-8658563467164059557</id><published>2008-12-02T13:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T13:51:20.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Starkville Academy 10 Year Class Reunion</title><content type='html'>I can't believe that I have been out of highschool for 10 years. The reunion was so fun and it was great getting to see everyone. I pictured going back and everyone looking different. No one had really changed which is a good thing. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/STWoo2NCM5I/AAAAAAAAAs0/nzEF4JBWBds/s1600-h/Charlie+4+to+9+281.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275307958232822674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/STWoo2NCM5I/AAAAAAAAAs0/nzEF4JBWBds/s400/Charlie+4+to+9+281.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and Kendy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/STWopSNU2nI/AAAAAAAAAtE/NHspHsxfgKU/s1600-h/Charlie+4+to+9+274.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275307965750237810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/STWopSNU2nI/AAAAAAAAAtE/NHspHsxfgKU/s400/Charlie+4+to+9+274.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt was such a trooper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/STWopA18CDI/AAAAAAAAAs8/ntpU8lVHDag/s1600-h/Charlie+4+to+9+280.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275307961088739378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/STWopA18CDI/AAAAAAAAAs8/ntpU8lVHDag/s400/Charlie+4+to+9+280.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kendy, Jeremy, me, PJ and Kelly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/STWooOUaxVI/AAAAAAAAAss/sK6aZRtMVo8/s1600-h/Charlie+4+to+9+272.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275307947526374738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/STWooOUaxVI/AAAAAAAAAss/sK6aZRtMVo8/s400/Charlie+4+to+9+272.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Had to get a picture in front of the sign. It still looks pitiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/STWonXlD41I/AAAAAAAAAsk/JzDtYvBkpEo/s1600-h/Charlie+4+to+9+266.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275307932832228178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/STWonXlD41I/AAAAAAAAAsk/JzDtYvBkpEo/s400/Charlie+4+to+9+266.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look and Caroline and Charlie. They did so good. Eliza Kate was somewhere, you can see we were real worried about her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36466078-8658563467164059557?l=mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/feeds/8658563467164059557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36466078&amp;postID=8658563467164059557' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/8658563467164059557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/8658563467164059557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/2008/12/starkville-academy-10-year-class.html' title='Starkville Academy 10 Year Class Reunion'/><author><name>Emily Fowler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16195855523544999378</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/__KXzCCg7gOk/STWoo2NCM5I/AAAAAAAAAs0/nzEF4JBWBds/s72-c/Charlie+4+to+9+281.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36466078.post-2299204811097333426</id><published>2008-12-02T10:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T13:15:10.064-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to Lower the Crib</title><content type='html'>I found Charlie looking through the crib one day and the next day.....&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/STV5CnTJKvI/AAAAAAAAAr0/nTw1zKLnNOk/s1600-h/Charlie+4+to+9+261.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275255624350378738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/STV5CnTJKvI/AAAAAAAAAr0/nTw1zKLnNOk/s400/Charlie+4+to+9+261.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He was standing up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/STV5Ce8fTgI/AAAAAAAAArs/hfoI1g-SIis/s1600-h/Charlie+4+to+9+263.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275255622107876866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/STV5Ce8fTgI/AAAAAAAAArs/hfoI1g-SIis/s400/Charlie+4+to+9+263.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/STV5B4KeiOI/AAAAAAAAArk/zZQJPUb12Sk/s1600-h/Charlie+4+to+9+264.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275255611697563874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/STV5B4KeiOI/AAAAAAAAArk/zZQJPUb12Sk/s400/Charlie+4+to+9+264.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36466078-2299204811097333426?l=mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/feeds/2299204811097333426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36466078&amp;postID=2299204811097333426' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/2299204811097333426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/2299204811097333426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/2008/12/time-to-lower-crib.html' title='Time to Lower the Crib'/><author><name>Emily Fowler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16195855523544999378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/STV5CnTJKvI/AAAAAAAAAr0/nTw1zKLnNOk/s72-c/Charlie+4+to+9+261.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36466078.post-2439188225269366127</id><published>2008-12-02T09:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T09:55:37.697-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My 1st Swimming Lesson</title><content type='html'>I tried doing swimming lessons with Charlie.  He loved it, but the water was freezing and then he got the snottiest nose ever.  The girl teaching it told me that lots of times the water got so cold the babies could not handle it. We only went once, but it was still fun.  Maybe we will try it again in the summer.  Charlie was 8 months old at the time.  &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/STV03_KIFOI/AAAAAAAAAqw/c8iiut8Bjrk/s1600-h/Charlie+4+to+9+246.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275251043729937634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/STV03_KIFOI/AAAAAAAAAqw/c8iiut8Bjrk/s400/Charlie+4+to+9+246.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/STV04UxraVI/AAAAAAAAArA/6Z242Lbo7IM/s1600-h/Charlie+4+to+9+254.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275251049532975442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/STV04UxraVI/AAAAAAAAArA/6Z242Lbo7IM/s400/Charlie+4+to+9+254.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/STV04PHfELI/AAAAAAAAAq4/pmWgktHPdhE/s1600-h/Charlie+4+to+9+251.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275251048013828274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/STV04PHfELI/AAAAAAAAAq4/pmWgktHPdhE/s400/Charlie+4+to+9+251.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36466078-2439188225269366127?l=mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/feeds/2439188225269366127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36466078&amp;postID=2439188225269366127' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/2439188225269366127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/2439188225269366127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-1st-swimming-lesson.html' title='My 1st Swimming Lesson'/><author><name>Emily Fowler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16195855523544999378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/STV03_KIFOI/AAAAAAAAAqw/c8iiut8Bjrk/s72-c/Charlie+4+to+9+246.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36466078.post-6533753366505465940</id><published>2008-12-02T09:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T09:43:27.028-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First MSU Game</title><content type='html'>Tailgating with friends is always so fun.  The kids love it.  Especially Rebecca Jolly.  I really think she ate a total of 20 cookies and brownies that day. She had a blast.  &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/STVwidYnb4I/AAAAAAAAAqo/VMD3AUgzfpU/s1600-h/Charlie+4+to+9+239.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275246275840143234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/STVwidYnb4I/AAAAAAAAAqo/VMD3AUgzfpU/s400/Charlie+4+to+9+239.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Christian and Brooke's little boy Braden.  He hoves Matt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/STVwh4I9S_I/AAAAAAAAAqg/0y8Ap7yTI6A/s1600-h/Charlie+4+to+9+235.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275246265842355186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/STVwh4I9S_I/AAAAAAAAAqg/0y8Ap7yTI6A/s400/Charlie+4+to+9+235.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Rebecca Jolly, she is probably eating a brownie in that picture.  So cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/STVwhugy1rI/AAAAAAAAAqY/vxUGcvKAnY4/s1600-h/Charlie+4+to+9+233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275246263257978546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/STVwhugy1rI/AAAAAAAAAqY/vxUGcvKAnY4/s400/Charlie+4+to+9+233.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh Charlie and spit up you do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/STVwhf1TBiI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/sL3aMQZ387A/s1600-h/Charlie+4+to+9+240.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275246259317442082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/STVwhf1TBiI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/sL3aMQZ387A/s400/Charlie+4+to+9+240.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Fowler Family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/STVwg9My3RI/AAAAAAAAAqI/D7gL7CitMzU/s1600-h/Charlie+4+to+9+244.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275246250020756754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/STVwg9My3RI/AAAAAAAAAqI/D7gL7CitMzU/s400/Charlie+4+to+9+244.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hanging out before the game.  Notice the bib change. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36466078-6533753366505465940?l=mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/feeds/6533753366505465940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36466078&amp;postID=6533753366505465940' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/6533753366505465940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/6533753366505465940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/2008/12/first-msu-game.html' title='First MSU Game'/><author><name>Emily Fowler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16195855523544999378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/STVwidYnb4I/AAAAAAAAAqo/VMD3AUgzfpU/s72-c/Charlie+4+to+9+239.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36466078.post-3810317307781596648</id><published>2008-12-02T09:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T09:21:04.909-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Working on Crawling</title><content type='html'>These pictures were taken right before Charlie started to crawl.  He would get on all fours and and rock back and forth and do the back slide.  &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/STVtkhCxzAI/AAAAAAAAApw/G7pirQTjAsU/s1600-h/Charlie+4+to+9+217.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275243012647144450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/STVtkhCxzAI/AAAAAAAAApw/G7pirQTjAsU/s400/Charlie+4+to+9+217.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One of my favorite pictures. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/STVtlwawJZI/AAAAAAAAAqA/BFNziR7tThw/s1600-h/Charlie+4+to+9+215.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275243033954100626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/STVtlwawJZI/AAAAAAAAAqA/BFNziR7tThw/s400/Charlie+4+to+9+215.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Please quit taking pictures. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/STVtlOeqqnI/AAAAAAAAAp4/SNKUmfXp4LY/s1600-h/Charlie+4+to+9+216.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275243024843713138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/STVtlOeqqnI/AAAAAAAAAp4/SNKUmfXp4LY/s400/Charlie+4+to+9+216.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/STVtkf0-toI/AAAAAAAAApo/ubAUcHgmHOY/s1600-h/Charlie+4+to+9+224.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275243012320835202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/STVtkf0-toI/AAAAAAAAApo/ubAUcHgmHOY/s400/Charlie+4+to+9+224.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Watch out, I am coming backwards. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36466078-3810317307781596648?l=mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/feeds/3810317307781596648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36466078&amp;postID=3810317307781596648' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/3810317307781596648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/3810317307781596648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/2008/12/working-on-crawling.html' title='Working on Crawling'/><author><name>Emily Fowler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16195855523544999378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/STVtkhCxzAI/AAAAAAAAApw/G7pirQTjAsU/s72-c/Charlie+4+to+9+217.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36466078.post-6154056596805560613</id><published>2008-12-02T09:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T09:10:50.197-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bath time in the sink</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/STVr7QnXp7I/AAAAAAAAApY/wD7O8a-IH98/s1600-h/Charlie+4+to+9+206.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275241204350953394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/STVr7QnXp7I/AAAAAAAAApY/wD7O8a-IH98/s400/Charlie+4+to+9+206.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/STVr7oFqh3I/AAAAAAAAApg/j9xulmoLc8k/s1600-h/Charlie+4+to+9+205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275241210652034930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/STVr7oFqh3I/AAAAAAAAApg/j9xulmoLc8k/s400/Charlie+4+to+9+205.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/STVr6-4fklI/AAAAAAAAApQ/Ld6kDdlIjc8/s1600-h/Charlie+4+to+9+210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275241199590937170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/STVr6-4fklI/AAAAAAAAApQ/Ld6kDdlIjc8/s400/Charlie+4+to+9+210.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36466078-6154056596805560613?l=mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/feeds/6154056596805560613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36466078&amp;postID=6154056596805560613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/6154056596805560613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/6154056596805560613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/2008/12/bath-time-in-sink.html' title='Bath time in the sink'/><author><name>Emily Fowler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16195855523544999378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/STVr7QnXp7I/AAAAAAAAApY/wD7O8a-IH98/s72-c/Charlie+4+to+9+206.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36466078.post-253260150689817580</id><published>2008-12-02T08:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T09:04:50.322-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brown Family Reunion</title><content type='html'>Every year Matt's mom's family has a reunion.  She comes from a family of 5 children, so there are ton's of people there but it is not an uncomfortable reunion where you only know half the people.  It was lots of fun and Charlie got mega attention.  &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/STVob-ll-uI/AAAAAAAAApA/Xq2vVhmopDM/s1600-h/Charlie+4+to+9+192.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275237368400837346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/STVob-ll-uI/AAAAAAAAApA/Xq2vVhmopDM/s400/Charlie+4+to+9+192.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Charlie with his great grandfather D.  Check out those sunglasses.  Charlie has 4 great grandmothers, but D is the only great grandfather.  He loves D. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/STVoa7C4DjI/AAAAAAAAAow/Ej63y615zLQ/s1600-h/Charlie+4+to+9+184.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275237350270045746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/STVoa7C4DjI/AAAAAAAAAow/Ej63y615zLQ/s400/Charlie+4+to+9+184.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Charlie and grandmother Pippi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/STVocJErbVI/AAAAAAAAApI/dL8wvGfVBpM/s1600-h/Charlie+4+to+9+189.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275237371215572306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/STVocJErbVI/AAAAAAAAApI/dL8wvGfVBpM/s400/Charlie+4+to+9+189.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dad don't kiss me in public&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/STVobebtc4I/AAAAAAAAAo4/CCbpAbBt_b0/s1600-h/Charlie+4+to+9+186.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275237359769449346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/STVobebtc4I/AAAAAAAAAo4/CCbpAbBt_b0/s400/Charlie+4+to+9+186.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;long day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/STVoau4nNmI/AAAAAAAAAoo/Di85BI0Akxk/s1600-h/Charlie+4+to+9+183.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275237347005773410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/STVoau4nNmI/AAAAAAAAAoo/Di85BI0Akxk/s400/Charlie+4+to+9+183.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Charlie and mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36466078-253260150689817580?l=mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/feeds/253260150689817580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36466078&amp;postID=253260150689817580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/253260150689817580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/253260150689817580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/2008/12/brown-family-reunion.html' title='Brown Family Reunion'/><author><name>Emily Fowler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16195855523544999378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/STVob-ll-uI/AAAAAAAAApA/Xq2vVhmopDM/s72-c/Charlie+4+to+9+192.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36466078.post-3726247567492440569</id><published>2008-12-02T08:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T08:47:37.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Cute at 7 months</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/STVmS-ah5eI/AAAAAAAAAoY/ZoAg2ZpUrb0/s1600-h/Charlie+4+to+9+168.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275235014712354274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/STVmS-ah5eI/AAAAAAAAAoY/ZoAg2ZpUrb0/s400/Charlie+4+to+9+168.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/STVmTeQiYmI/AAAAAAAAAog/CtHQ16H3-HU/s1600-h/Charlie+4+to+9+169.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275235023260377698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/STVmTeQiYmI/AAAAAAAAAog/CtHQ16H3-HU/s400/Charlie+4+to+9+169.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36466078-3726247567492440569?l=mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/feeds/3726247567492440569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36466078&amp;postID=3726247567492440569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/3726247567492440569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/3726247567492440569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/2008/12/so-cute-at-7-months.html' title='So Cute at 7 months'/><author><name>Emily Fowler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16195855523544999378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/STVmS-ah5eI/AAAAAAAAAoY/ZoAg2ZpUrb0/s72-c/Charlie+4+to+9+168.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36466078.post-684852444667551681</id><published>2008-12-02T08:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T08:43:18.680-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing with Dad</title><content type='html'>We were all outside and just hanging out and Matt was playing with Charlie.  They are so cute when they play.  Charlie just laughs at him.  Charlie is a little over 6 months in these pictures.  They were taken in August.  &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/STVklfGQTeI/AAAAAAAAAoA/pCbdl7juI5M/s1600-h/Charlie+4+to+9+156.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275233133700074978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/STVklfGQTeI/AAAAAAAAAoA/pCbdl7juI5M/s400/Charlie+4+to+9+156.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/STVkmdqNMaI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/Ol9W2hvHqVc/s1600-h/Charlie+4+to+9+158.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275233150493864354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/STVkmdqNMaI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/Ol9W2hvHqVc/s400/Charlie+4+to+9+158.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Holding my bottle at 6 months.  (thank you day care for teaching independence).  Chillin watchin tv (probably sports center, it is a morning ritual) &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275233140102623106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/STVkl28vb4I/AAAAAAAAAoI/vUxnC6tg4GQ/s400/Charlie+4+to+9+152.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Dad your so much fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36466078-684852444667551681?l=mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/feeds/684852444667551681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36466078&amp;postID=684852444667551681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/684852444667551681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/684852444667551681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/2008/12/playing-with-dad.html' title='Playing with Dad'/><author><name>Emily Fowler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16195855523544999378</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/__KXzCCg7gOk/STVklfGQTeI/AAAAAAAAAoA/pCbdl7juI5M/s72-c/Charlie+4+to+9+156.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36466078.post-1042503758807666929</id><published>2008-12-01T20:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T20:34:20.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Charlie is 6 months old in theses pictures.  My beautiful bumper pads had to be removed from the crib because once he started pulling up he absolutely destroyed them.  Maybe they can be salvaged for the next child.  &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/STS6OXFHgbI/AAAAAAAAAn4/pZ5dsHeauaw/s1600-h/Charlie+4+to+9+138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275045819434107314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/STS6OXFHgbI/AAAAAAAAAn4/pZ5dsHeauaw/s400/Charlie+4+to+9+138.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hey mom are you coming to get me????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/STS6N5oePlI/AAAAAAAAAnw/fOiv90MKVmc/s1600-h/Charlie+4+to+9+136.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275045811529334354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/STS6N5oePlI/AAAAAAAAAnw/fOiv90MKVmc/s400/Charlie+4+to+9+136.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He sure is flexible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36466078-1042503758807666929?l=mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/feeds/1042503758807666929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36466078&amp;postID=1042503758807666929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/1042503758807666929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/1042503758807666929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/2008/12/charlie-is-6-months-old-in-theses.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily Fowler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16195855523544999378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/STS6OXFHgbI/AAAAAAAAAn4/pZ5dsHeauaw/s72-c/Charlie+4+to+9+138.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36466078.post-6811207461924800538</id><published>2008-12-01T20:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T20:28:56.355-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fouth of July</title><content type='html'>Caroline and Seth came home for the fouth with their child Sydney.  She black and has big ole ears.  &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/STS4Ovr4kkI/AAAAAAAAAnY/riUufIRcSPE/s1600-h/Charlie+4+to+9+124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275043627015901762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/STS4Ovr4kkI/AAAAAAAAAnY/riUufIRcSPE/s400/Charlie+4+to+9+124.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Seth and Sydney&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/STS4PbS0GII/AAAAAAAAAno/wc95nJ6KVQo/s1600-h/Charlie+4+to+9+135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275043638721910914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/STS4PbS0GII/AAAAAAAAAno/wc95nJ6KVQo/s400/Charlie+4+to+9+135.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My cousins girls Mikayla and Kelly with Charlie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/STS4O96X1ZI/AAAAAAAAAng/2ZUL5Q9U8WU/s1600-h/Charlie+4+to+9+129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275043630834767250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/STS4O96X1ZI/AAAAAAAAAng/2ZUL5Q9U8WU/s400/Charlie+4+to+9+129.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousins boys Jay and Reed with Charlie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/STS4OQQMlWI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/Nsi_9JPRTBM/s1600-h/Charlie+4+to+9+123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275043618578273634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/STS4OQQMlWI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/Nsi_9JPRTBM/s400/Charlie+4+to+9+123.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and Caroline with Sydney. She is a cutie, but scared of lulu and I need some makeup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36466078-6811207461924800538?l=mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/feeds/6811207461924800538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36466078&amp;postID=6811207461924800538' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/6811207461924800538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/6811207461924800538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/2008/12/fouth-of-july.html' title='Fouth of July'/><author><name>Emily Fowler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16195855523544999378</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/__KXzCCg7gOk/STS4Ovr4kkI/AAAAAAAAAnY/riUufIRcSPE/s72-c/Charlie+4+to+9+124.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36466078.post-1310773826796240357</id><published>2008-12-01T20:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T20:14:45.314-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 28th Matt</title><content type='html'>Yes Matt's 28th birthday was June 11th, I know I am really behind.  Better late than never.  &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/STS1heMSirI/AAAAAAAAAnA/wIWj5KEyfic/s1600-h/Charlie+4+to+9+081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275040650202614450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/STS1heMSirI/AAAAAAAAAnA/wIWj5KEyfic/s400/Charlie+4+to+9+081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/STS1h8YQsGI/AAAAAAAAAnI/i7HbBlGiOeM/s1600-h/Charlie+4+to+9+080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275040658305888354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/STS1h8YQsGI/AAAAAAAAAnI/i7HbBlGiOeM/s400/Charlie+4+to+9+080.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36466078-1310773826796240357?l=mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/feeds/1310773826796240357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36466078&amp;postID=1310773826796240357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/1310773826796240357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/1310773826796240357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-28th-matt.html' title='Happy 28th Matt'/><author><name>Emily Fowler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16195855523544999378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/STS1heMSirI/AAAAAAAAAnA/wIWj5KEyfic/s72-c/Charlie+4+to+9+081.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36466078.post-2851891779454045319</id><published>2008-12-01T19:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T20:08:44.634-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Swimming in the Pool</title><content type='html'>This summer Charlie did lots of swimming, but it was kinda more trouble than it was worth. It seemed like every time I got him all lathered up it was time to go back inside for a nap.  &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/STSyt6fMu4I/AAAAAAAAAmw/st0OPSqWNRY/s1600-h/Charlie+4+to+9+066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275037565421665154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/STSyt6fMu4I/AAAAAAAAAmw/st0OPSqWNRY/s400/Charlie+4+to+9+066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; B and Charlie.  Look at that double chin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/STSyuEd0TPI/AAAAAAAAAm4/D6o38mjx0lA/s1600-h/Charlie+4+to+9+075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275037568100224242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/STSyuEd0TPI/AAAAAAAAAm4/D6o38mjx0lA/s400/Charlie+4+to+9+075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; His hat was a little big. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/STSytDmajQI/AAAAAAAAAmo/VxaZp9kJJQg/s1600-h/Charlie+4+to+9+063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275037550687980802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/STSytDmajQI/AAAAAAAAAmo/VxaZp9kJJQg/s400/Charlie+4+to+9+063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/STSys1cfpyI/AAAAAAAAAmg/0eUo75jp6SE/s1600-h/Charlie+4+to+9+051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275037546888275746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/STSys1cfpyI/AAAAAAAAAmg/0eUo75jp6SE/s400/Charlie+4+to+9+051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36466078-2851891779454045319?l=mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/feeds/2851891779454045319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36466078&amp;postID=2851891779454045319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/2851891779454045319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/2851891779454045319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/2008/12/swimming-in-pool.html' title='Swimming in the Pool'/><author><name>Emily Fowler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16195855523544999378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/STSyt6fMu4I/AAAAAAAAAmw/st0OPSqWNRY/s72-c/Charlie+4+to+9+066.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36466078.post-6069002993283660355</id><published>2008-12-01T12:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T13:09:17.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Visit to Jacksonville</title><content type='html'>This was our visit to Jacksonville to see Jeff, mary Shelton, and Ridge.  Charlie was only 4 1/2 months old and had just stared eating baby food.  We had a great time and I am trying to get Mary Shelton and Jeff to agree on holding Ridge back so that Charlie and Ridge can be roomies just like their dads.  &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/STRRejN3kmI/AAAAAAAAAmY/UTNDtX_XS8I/s1600-h/Charlie+4+to+9+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274930648849027682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/STRRejN3kmI/AAAAAAAAAmY/UTNDtX_XS8I/s400/Charlie+4+to+9+036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Matt, Charlie, Jeff and Ridge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/STRReNuYKnI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/WmtLfSSwH_U/s1600-h/Charlie+4+to+9+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274930643079801458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/STRReNuYKnI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/WmtLfSSwH_U/s400/Charlie+4+to+9+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ridge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/STRRdYMOOWI/AAAAAAAAAmI/7mzxZ40g-Ng/s1600-h/Charlie+4+to+9+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274930628709464418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/STRRdYMOOWI/AAAAAAAAAmI/7mzxZ40g-Ng/s400/Charlie+4+to+9+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The boys at the entrance to the zoo.  It was so hot that day!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36466078-6069002993283660355?l=mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/feeds/6069002993283660355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36466078&amp;postID=6069002993283660355' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/6069002993283660355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/6069002993283660355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/2008/12/visit-to-jacksonville.html' title='Visit to Jacksonville'/><author><name>Emily Fowler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16195855523544999378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/STRRejN3kmI/AAAAAAAAAmY/UTNDtX_XS8I/s72-c/Charlie+4+to+9+036.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36466078.post-8517869306726983632</id><published>2008-08-22T07:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T07:12:40.529-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Charlie's 6 month pictures</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone.  Charlie had his 6 month pictures done by Renee Reedy, who I absolutely love.  Just thought I would share the link.  he is getting so big.  He will turn 7 months on August 28th.  I don't know where the time has gone.  We are having so much fun with hime right now.  Each stage in his life just keeps getting better and better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to &lt;a href="http://www.reneereedy.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.reneereedy.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; to view.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36466078-8517869306726983632?l=mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/feeds/8517869306726983632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36466078&amp;postID=8517869306726983632' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/8517869306726983632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/8517869306726983632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/2008/08/charlies-6-month-pictures.html' title='Charlie&apos;s 6 month pictures'/><author><name>Emily Fowler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16195855523544999378</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36466078.post-5217851512710520523</id><published>2008-07-25T06:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:56:26.794-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Catch - Up Time</title><content type='html'>Well a lot has gone on since I last blogged two months ago. Charlie turned 4 months then 5 months and he will turn 6 months on Monday. Time flys I can't believe that he is 6 months old. He has offically mastered the rolling over and is moving on to bigger and better things. I am going to try and catch you all up on what has been going on in the Fowler household. Charlie took his first trip to the river, he started baby food, and apparently I became the newest subscriber to Maxim magazine. I honestly have no idea how that happened and I felt sure that it was going to addressed to Matt, but it was addressed to me. Someone must have seen me walking around town and thought I looked so good that they felt like I needed to compare myself to the cover of Maxim (or the total opposite). FYI Maxim has been cancelled and is no longer a part of the Fowler reading material. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/SInY3Xgu4OI/AAAAAAAAAZA/bXrfm6HBhR4/s1600-h/IMG_1224.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226947288255881442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/SInY3Xgu4OI/AAAAAAAAAZA/bXrfm6HBhR4/s400/IMG_1224.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Charlie at his 4 month Dr.'s appointment. He looks like a little bug to me right there. He could be thinking. "mom you really aren't going to let them stick me again are you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/SInY3-j3oDI/AAAAAAAAAZI/jV2G-mi9caQ/s1600-h/IMG_1227.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226947298738020402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/SInY3-j3oDI/AAAAAAAAAZI/jV2G-mi9caQ/s400/IMG_1227.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; First stab at baby food. This kid likes everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/SInY4ArW8UI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/M4WzBzPaTS4/s1600-h/IMG_1228.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226947299306303810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/SInY4ArW8UI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/M4WzBzPaTS4/s400/IMG_1228.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dipping his feet in the river.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/SInY4RXL2YI/AAAAAAAAAZY/c7tEWg1a-UI/s1600-h/IMG_1243.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226947303785093506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/SInY4RXL2YI/AAAAAAAAAZY/c7tEWg1a-UI/s400/IMG_1243.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At the river. I would have taken my shirt off so you could see me in my bathing suit, but I don't want to you all to feel sorry for Shannon Elizabeth since I look so much better than her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/SInY6ZyducI/AAAAAAAAAZg/MPctY2nuDr0/s1600-h/IMG_1221.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226947340406733250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/SInY6ZyducI/AAAAAAAAAZg/MPctY2nuDr0/s400/IMG_1221.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and Maxim. Yes I look like crap because I had just finished my first of  two 4 hour work out session trying to keep my looks better than hers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36466078-5217851512710520523?l=mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/feeds/5217851512710520523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36466078&amp;postID=5217851512710520523' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/5217851512710520523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/5217851512710520523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/2008/07/catch-up-time.html' title='Catch - Up Time'/><author><name>Emily Fowler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16195855523544999378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/SInY3Xgu4OI/AAAAAAAAAZA/bXrfm6HBhR4/s72-c/IMG_1224.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36466078.post-1772433366746123454</id><published>2008-05-21T12:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:56:27.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rolling Over!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/SDR3_m1LasI/AAAAAAAAAYg/xAgKI75XnOg/s1600-h/IMG_1211.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202915404158823106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/SDR3_m1LasI/AAAAAAAAAYg/xAgKI75XnOg/s400/IMG_1211.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the way we found Charlie the other morning.  We did not actually witness the rolling over but we knew he could do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/SDR4Am1LatI/AAAAAAAAAYo/EwgEJZ_G9pU/s1600-h/IMG_1214.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202915421338692306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/SDR4Am1LatI/AAAAAAAAAYo/EwgEJZ_G9pU/s400/IMG_1214.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I caught him in the action.  Here he goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/SDR4BG1LauI/AAAAAAAAAYw/7mz-5glDdLA/s1600-h/IMG_1215.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202915429928626914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/SDR4BG1LauI/AAAAAAAAAYw/7mz-5glDdLA/s400/IMG_1215.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On the side. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/SDR4B21LavI/AAAAAAAAAY4/0ecx28s5Gsc/s1600-h/IMG_1216.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202915442813528818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/SDR4B21LavI/AAAAAAAAAY4/0ecx28s5Gsc/s400/IMG_1216.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now on the stomach.  He did it.  He can roll over on his stomach all day long, but still hasnt figured out how to get back on his back.  I am just excited that some hair might start growing in that bald spot now.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36466078-1772433366746123454?l=mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/feeds/1772433366746123454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36466078&amp;postID=1772433366746123454' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/1772433366746123454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/1772433366746123454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/2008/05/rolling-over.html' title='Rolling Over!!'/><author><name>Emily Fowler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16195855523544999378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/SDR3_m1LasI/AAAAAAAAAYg/xAgKI75XnOg/s72-c/IMG_1211.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36466078.post-3326398270255420906</id><published>2008-05-11T19:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:56:29.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>Happy Mother's Day everyone. We had a great one. We went to Eupora to have lunch with my mom's side of the family. That is close to where my grandmother grew up and she is the only one of five children that is still living. Great to meet all my mom's cousins (and there are a ton). We go every year and I always meet someone new every year. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/SCer-W1LapI/AAAAAAAAAYI/VHvdlITWklg/s1600-h/IMG_1195.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199313382591392402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/SCer-W1LapI/AAAAAAAAAYI/VHvdlITWklg/s400/IMG_1195.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Charlie loves his mommy and all the attention that he got today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/SCer-21LaqI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/tWjyxibN2pU/s1600-h/IMG_1197.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199313391181327010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/SCer-21LaqI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/tWjyxibN2pU/s400/IMG_1197.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Love this little boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/SCer_m1LarI/AAAAAAAAAYY/b8aaojJcsko/s1600-h/IMG_1193.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199313404066228914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/SCer_m1LarI/AAAAAAAAAYY/b8aaojJcsko/s400/IMG_1193.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and my littlest sister Kendell. We missed you Caroline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/SCeqd21LakI/AAAAAAAAAXg/ekfGnjXyWh0/s1600-h/IMG_1200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199311724734016066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/SCeqd21LakI/AAAAAAAAAXg/ekfGnjXyWh0/s400/IMG_1200.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my mom's side of the family.  (L to R cousin Mitchell, Aunt Carol, mom, cousin Shea, me and Charlie, dad, Kendell and Granny Maxine in front.)(minus Caroline, Matt and Uncle Mitch). There is no way everyone would have all been able to get in a picture since there was about 100 of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/SCeqeW1LalI/AAAAAAAAAXo/s7bI5WiAFbs/s1600-h/IMG_1203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199311733323950674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/SCeqeW1LalI/AAAAAAAAAXo/s7bI5WiAFbs/s400/IMG_1203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My grandmother (Granny Maxine). Charlie is her 5th great grandchild. All four of Charlie's great grandmothers are still living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/SCeqe21LamI/AAAAAAAAAXw/-acLQRYpNZc/s1600-h/IMG_1207.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199311741913885282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/SCeqe21LamI/AAAAAAAAAXw/-acLQRYpNZc/s400/IMG_1207.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and my mom, the greatest ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/SCeqfG1LanI/AAAAAAAAAX4/M5eGM7Lnmhg/s1600-h/IMG_1205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199311746208852594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/SCeqfG1LanI/AAAAAAAAAX4/M5eGM7Lnmhg/s400/IMG_1205.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My dad. Everyone thinks Charlie looks like him. My daddy is eating that up. He refers to him as "my clone" or "big chunk"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/SCeqfW1LaoI/AAAAAAAAAYA/gaGXbZuunVE/s1600-h/IMG_1198.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199311750503819906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/SCeqfW1LaoI/AAAAAAAAAYA/gaGXbZuunVE/s400/IMG_1198.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Charlie loves his Aunt Kendell. He just laughs and laughs at her. I know he is going to grow up loving both of his aunts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36466078-3326398270255420906?l=mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/feeds/3326398270255420906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36466078&amp;postID=3326398270255420906' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/3326398270255420906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/3326398270255420906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Emily Fowler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16195855523544999378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/SCer-W1LapI/AAAAAAAAAYI/VHvdlITWklg/s72-c/IMG_1195.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36466078.post-4164131666345814579</id><published>2008-04-30T12:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:56:29.877-08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 months old</title><content type='html'>Charlie turned 3 months on Monday and I went back to work on Sunday. It wasn't as bad as I thought, but I sure did miss my little dude. I can't believe it has been 3 months. It is amazing how much they change in such a short period of time. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/SBjIvF7rW5I/AAAAAAAAAXI/Y_J99ViY7eE/s1600-h/IMG_1160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195122881543756690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/SBjIvF7rW5I/AAAAAAAAAXI/Y_J99ViY7eE/s400/IMG_1160.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sitting in my Bumbo like a big boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/SBjIwF7rW6I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/8qHlDfrGcsw/s1600-h/IMG_1163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195122898723625890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/SBjIwF7rW6I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/8qHlDfrGcsw/s400/IMG_1163.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and mommy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/SBjIwV7rW7I/AAAAAAAAAXY/vdg1uHr5z6g/s1600-h/IMG_1168.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195122903018593202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/SBjIwV7rW7I/AAAAAAAAAXY/vdg1uHr5z6g/s400/IMG_1168.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Do I look like my Big Daddy?&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/36466078-4164131666345814579?l=mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/feeds/4164131666345814579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36466078&amp;postID=4164131666345814579' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/4164131666345814579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/4164131666345814579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/2008/04/3-months-old.html' title='3 months old'/><author><name>Emily Fowler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16195855523544999378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/SBjIvF7rW5I/AAAAAAAAAXI/Y_J99ViY7eE/s72-c/IMG_1160.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36466078.post-5915719799209381564</id><published>2008-04-26T08:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:56:30.647-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Carrie and Keith</title><content type='html'>On Thursday Matt and I went to Atlanta to see Carrie Underwood and Keith Urban in concert and yes they were AWESOME. This was my Valentine's Day present and it was super fun. Ok I am going ot start off by saying that I have loved Carrie ever since American Idol and she was great live too. Now the next thing is I love, love, love my husband and I think that he is super good-looking and the most thoughtful person I know, but let me tell you Keith is HOT. (I already told Matt this, so it is ok for me to say this). Matt thinks I am crazy because I also talk about how HOT Jason Castro on American Idol is too. Something about a man and a guitar I guess. Not to mention Keith was an unbelieveable entertainer. I was really more excited about seeing Carrie, but Keith definetly exceeded my expectations. Yes I would go see him again any day. He was amazing and not to mention we had AWESOME seats. Matt had to join the Carrie Underwood fan club to get them. haha. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/SBNGS17rW0I/AAAAAAAAAWg/j0ZbZfdjdQw/s1600-h/IMG_1095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193572084817288002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/SBNGS17rW0I/AAAAAAAAAWg/j0ZbZfdjdQw/s400/IMG_1095.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and Matt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/SBNGT17rW1I/AAAAAAAAAWo/Q0STsrYlSlI/s1600-h/IMG_1099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193572101997157202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/SBNGT17rW1I/AAAAAAAAAWo/Q0STsrYlSlI/s400/IMG_1099.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Carrie, singing "Paradise City" It was awesome. She rocked. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/SBNGUl7rW2I/AAAAAAAAAWw/SapRQ8vy7p4/s1600-h/IMG_1104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193572114882059106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/SBNGUl7rW2I/AAAAAAAAAWw/SapRQ8vy7p4/s400/IMG_1104.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh Keith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/SBNGVF7rW3I/AAAAAAAAAW4/1pcQBc4r2GI/s1600-h/IMG_1133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193572123471993714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/SBNGVF7rW3I/AAAAAAAAAW4/1pcQBc4r2GI/s400/IMG_1133.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Keith and Carrie singing a duet by Stevie Nicks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/SBNGVl7rW4I/AAAAAAAAAXA/DKrihsZn7MI/s1600-h/IMG_1149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193572132061928322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/SBNGVl7rW4I/AAAAAAAAAXA/DKrihsZn7MI/s400/IMG_1149.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Keith you are my new favorite country singer. I told you we had awesome seats.&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/36466078-5915719799209381564?l=mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/feeds/5915719799209381564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36466078&amp;postID=5915719799209381564' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/5915719799209381564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/5915719799209381564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/2008/04/carrie-and-keith.html' title='Carrie and Keith'/><author><name>Emily Fowler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16195855523544999378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/SBNGS17rW0I/AAAAAAAAAWg/j0ZbZfdjdQw/s72-c/IMG_1095.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36466078.post-3883013986568848812</id><published>2008-04-26T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:56:30.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to ME!!!!</title><content type='html'>Last Sunday was by 28th birthday.  I can't believe that I am that close to 30.  It makes me feel really old, but as Alan Jackson says 'it is just a stepping stone."  It was great.  Birthday cake is my favorite dessert and this year I got two (not on purpose), and of course I had to sample them both.  I will have to say the highlight of the birthday celebration is when I opened my mom and Kendell's card.  It was a music card from Hallmark that played MC Hammer's "Can't Touch This."  Ben was of course hovering over me while I was opening everything and he immediately starts breaking it down.  That kid never misses an opportunity to dance or sing, that is why I love him.  He makes me appreciate the smallest moments in life.  &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/SBM-917rWtI/AAAAAAAAAVo/XkX-BniI_xQ/s1600-h/IMG_1069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193564027458640594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/SBM-917rWtI/AAAAAAAAAVo/XkX-BniI_xQ/s400/IMG_1069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Enjoying two birthday cakes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/SBM--V7rWuI/AAAAAAAAAVw/7YxzPOS36k8/s1600-h/IMG_1076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193564036048575202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/SBM--V7rWuI/AAAAAAAAAVw/7YxzPOS36k8/s400/IMG_1076.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ben bustin a move at Sunday lunch.  This picture does not do him justice.  We were all cracking up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36466078-3883013986568848812?l=mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/feeds/3883013986568848812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36466078&amp;postID=3883013986568848812' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/3883013986568848812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/3883013986568848812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/2008/04/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday to ME!!!!'/><author><name>Emily Fowler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16195855523544999378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/SBM-917rWtI/AAAAAAAAAVo/XkX-BniI_xQ/s72-c/IMG_1069.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36466078.post-4245099106244660610</id><published>2008-04-18T11:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:56:31.578-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lulu's Lover</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/SAjupo3JzKI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/LFlA53U4LwY/s1600-h/IMG_1064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190660969655291042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/SAjupo3JzKI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/LFlA53U4LwY/s400/IMG_1064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yes this is dog that sat on my sidewalk all day Wednesday.  He guarded my front door like a hawk.  I could not figure it out and then it crossed my mind that Lulu might be in heat, and yes she is.  This little fella had found him a girlfriend and he was not going to let anyone else near her.  Sorry little doggy this woman is off limits. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/SAjuqY3JzLI/AAAAAAAAAVY/CTaoQ0y2t-0/s1600-h/IMG_1063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190660982540192946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/SAjuqY3JzLI/AAAAAAAAAVY/CTaoQ0y2t-0/s400/IMG_1063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She watched him out the window almost all day and barked and barked and barked.  Talk about super annoying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/SAjuq43JzMI/AAAAAAAAAVg/zpyWa3_ftfw/s1600-h/IMG_1061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190660991130127554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/SAjuq43JzMI/AAAAAAAAAVg/zpyWa3_ftfw/s400/IMG_1061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just chillin watching the little lover run around outside.  This is her spot and it drives Matt crazy, but I have decided that life is to short to worry about trying keep that dog off the chair.  Matt bought some spray that was supposed to keep her off of it, yeah all she did was lick it like it was candy. &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/36466078-4245099106244660610?l=mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/feeds/4245099106244660610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36466078&amp;postID=4245099106244660610' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/4245099106244660610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/4245099106244660610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/2008/04/lulus-lover.html' title='Lulu&apos;s Lover'/><author><name>Emily Fowler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16195855523544999378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/SAjupo3JzKI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/LFlA53U4LwY/s72-c/IMG_1064.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36466078.post-2846122568812907350</id><published>2008-04-16T12:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:56:31.841-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Derby Days</title><content type='html'>Well Charlie attended his first EX Derby Day.  The girls were loving this EX legacy.  No really since I am a KD advisor, I went to watch their Lip Sync and Dance.  I must say it was pretty impressive.  The theme was decades and they were the 80's.  Hard to believe that the earliest that any of these girls were born was probably around 1985-1986.  It has changed a lot since I was there, makes me miss college a lot.  &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/SAZSao3JzII/AAAAAAAAAVA/S2wGev8_lLw/s1600-h/IMG_1059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189926238189898882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/SAZSao3JzII/AAAAAAAAAVA/S2wGev8_lLw/s400/IMG_1059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh yeah they love me.  Aren't they all so cute. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/SAZSbY3JzJI/AAAAAAAAAVI/Pj0RjYe-hys/s1600-h/IMG_1060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189926251074800786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/SAZSbY3JzJI/AAAAAAAAAVI/Pj0RjYe-hys/s400/IMG_1060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Charlie with his cool 80's shades on.  Sad thing is Kendell really did wear some sunglasses like that last summer and thought she looked totally normal. &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/36466078-2846122568812907350?l=mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/feeds/2846122568812907350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36466078&amp;postID=2846122568812907350' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/2846122568812907350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/2846122568812907350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/2008/04/derby-days.html' title='Derby Days'/><author><name>Emily Fowler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16195855523544999378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/SAZSao3JzII/AAAAAAAAAVA/S2wGev8_lLw/s72-c/IMG_1059.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36466078.post-5464624983627502711</id><published>2008-04-09T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:56:32.422-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hollywood Here I Come!!!</title><content type='html'>This past Sunday the first graders were learning about Abraham, Sarah and Isaac. Guess who got the lead role as baby Isaac? CHARLIE FOWLER. Of course I am a tiny bit biased, but I must say he did a magnificant job. Matt and I skipped a little bit of our Sunday school to go and watch. It was really cute, Abraham and Sarah came in first and told the children about God's promise that she was going to have a child. The lady playing Sarah was hilarious, she just laughed and giggled at the thought of having a child at such an old age. Our church does so many great things, but this small skit made me so excited to be a member at Fairview. Not only are Matt and I growing spiritually, but after seeing this I know that Charlie (and hopefully others) will be given so many opportunities to grow and learn about God. Thank you Lord for leading us to Fairview. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/R_zye53eMQI/AAAAAAAAAUo/82HqYEwMZA4/s1600-h/IMG_1047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187287483567452418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/R_zye53eMQI/AAAAAAAAAUo/82HqYEwMZA4/s400/IMG_1047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Abraham and Sarah teeling the kids what God had told them about having a child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/R_zyfp3eMRI/AAAAAAAAAUw/Wmv85QYgWMc/s1600-h/IMG_1048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187287496452354322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/R_zyfp3eMRI/AAAAAAAAAUw/Wmv85QYgWMc/s400/IMG_1048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh there is baby Isaac making his grand entrance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/R_zyf53eMSI/AAAAAAAAAU4/OarCJcR1ZFQ/s1600-h/IMG_1055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187287500747321634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/R_zyf53eMSI/AAAAAAAAAU4/OarCJcR1ZFQ/s400/IMG_1055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Loving it and stealing the show. The kids loved him. Next week the story goes on, too bad Charlie's role as Isaac is over, he is not quite old enough yet.&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/36466078-5464624983627502711?l=mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/feeds/5464624983627502711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36466078&amp;postID=5464624983627502711' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/5464624983627502711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/5464624983627502711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/2008/04/hollywood-here-i-come.html' title='Hollywood Here I Come!!!'/><author><name>Emily Fowler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16195855523544999378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/R_zye53eMQI/AAAAAAAAAUo/82HqYEwMZA4/s72-c/IMG_1047.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36466078.post-6348992569957712653</id><published>2008-04-02T14:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:56:33.099-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing Like a Weed!!!!</title><content type='html'>Charlie turned 2 months old last Friday (3/28/08).  Matt was holding him the other night and made the comment that he wasn't even a baby anymore.  Yes I know he is still a baby, but it is amazing how much he has changed in 2 months.  I took him to get his first shots yesterday and he weighed 13 lbs. 2 oz. and is now 24 inches long (according to them).  Yes he is offically a chunk.  &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/R_P9-53eMMI/AAAAAAAAAUI/iqYFWbhJgRM/s1600-h/IMG_1004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184766853160775874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/R_P9-53eMMI/AAAAAAAAAUI/iqYFWbhJgRM/s400/IMG_1004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was taken last Friday, offically 2 monts old. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/R_P-AJ3eMNI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/sPf312S5_q8/s1600-h/IMG_1040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184766874635612370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/R_P-AJ3eMNI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/sPf312S5_q8/s400/IMG_1040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 3rd trip to the Doctor (9 weeks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/R_P-Ap3eMOI/AAAAAAAAAUY/tgk3EuNsxaA/s1600-h/IMG_0938.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184766883225546978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/R_P-Ap3eMOI/AAAAAAAAAUY/tgk3EuNsxaA/s400/IMG_0938.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 2nd trip the doctor (5 weeks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/R_P-Bp3eMPI/AAAAAAAAAUg/RaH2CqpkKsQ/s1600-h/IMG_0817.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184766900405416178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/R_P-Bp3eMPI/AAAAAAAAAUg/RaH2CqpkKsQ/s400/IMG_0817.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 1st trip to doctor (9 days old).  I told you he was changing.  &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/36466078-6348992569957712653?l=mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/feeds/6348992569957712653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36466078&amp;postID=6348992569957712653' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/6348992569957712653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/6348992569957712653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/2008/04/growing-like-weed.html' title='Growing Like a Weed!!!!'/><author><name>Emily Fowler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16195855523544999378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/R_P9-53eMMI/AAAAAAAAAUI/iqYFWbhJgRM/s72-c/IMG_1004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36466078.post-2998700819467554731</id><published>2008-04-02T12:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:56:33.862-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A visit from Chris and Sarah</title><content type='html'>Chris and Sarah came to visit last Thursday.  We had so much fun.  We went to Starkville and ate at Mugshots and did a little shopping.  Sarah is so cute, and I have to say she looks just like her daddy. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/R_PjRp3eMJI/AAAAAAAAATw/uTNlsH0Y_T0/s1600-h/IMG_1003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184737488469373074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/R_PjRp3eMJI/AAAAAAAAATw/uTNlsH0Y_T0/s400/IMG_1003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Chris and Sarah at Mugshots. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/R_PjSJ3eMKI/AAAAAAAAAT4/H11gPJcsNtY/s1600-h/IMG_1000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184737497059307682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/R_PjSJ3eMKI/AAAAAAAAAT4/H11gPJcsNtY/s400/IMG_1000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sarah was so cute with all of her toys.  And yes that is a real remote control.  I was cracking up, Chris said that Sarah really likes the big shiny silver one at home better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/R_PjSp3eMLI/AAAAAAAAAUA/2mgv6woeaF0/s1600-h/IMG_1001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184737505649242290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/R_PjSp3eMLI/AAAAAAAAAUA/2mgv6woeaF0/s400/IMG_1001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And Charlie did not show much interest, but we were really glad that he slept the whole time.  I know he is trying to fake Sarah out.  He really likes her and knows that one day they are going to be boyfriend and girlfriend when they both attend Mississippi State for college  (right Sam). &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/36466078-2998700819467554731?l=mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/feeds/2998700819467554731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36466078&amp;postID=2998700819467554731' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/2998700819467554731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/2998700819467554731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/2008/04/visit-from-chris-and-sarah.html' title='A visit from Chris and Sarah'/><author><name>Emily Fowler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16195855523544999378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/R_PjRp3eMJI/AAAAAAAAATw/uTNlsH0Y_T0/s72-c/IMG_1003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36466078.post-7954219269583623560</id><published>2008-03-28T10:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:56:34.407-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Hanging Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/R-0y3Z3eMGI/AAAAAAAAATU/pcJwtZLPUnk/s1600-h/IMG_0967.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182854673591054434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/R-0y3Z3eMGI/AAAAAAAAATU/pcJwtZLPUnk/s400/IMG_0967.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Charlie and Lulu just laying around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/R-0y453eMHI/AAAAAAAAATc/zq27v5IXUus/s1600-h/IMG_0968.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182854699360858226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/R-0y453eMHI/AAAAAAAAATc/zq27v5IXUus/s400/IMG_0968.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Charlie was laying on his "Watch Me Grow Blanket"  According to the blanket he is 24 1/2"  long.  It will be awhile, but I am dreading the day he grows off the blanket.    &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/R-0y5Z3eMII/AAAAAAAAATk/9FI1RPFtlNw/s1600-h/IMG_0973.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182854707950792834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/R-0y5Z3eMII/AAAAAAAAATk/9FI1RPFtlNw/s400/IMG_0973.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My "B" loves me and I love her too.  She thinks I am sooooo cute. &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/36466078-7954219269583623560?l=mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/feeds/7954219269583623560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36466078&amp;postID=7954219269583623560' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/7954219269583623560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/7954219269583623560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/2008/03/just-hanging-out.html' title='Just Hanging Out'/><author><name>Emily Fowler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16195855523544999378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/R-0y3Z3eMGI/AAAAAAAAATU/pcJwtZLPUnk/s72-c/IMG_0967.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36466078.post-1594838322056072283</id><published>2008-03-24T12:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:56:34.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Got Milk????</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/R-f8DZ3eMFI/AAAAAAAAATM/M2LuSEtIEb0/s1600-h/IMG_0992.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181387031726403666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/R-f8DZ3eMFI/AAAAAAAAATM/M2LuSEtIEb0/s400/IMG_0992.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yeah that is disgusting.  When got home from Sunday lunch, this is what greeted us.  Apparently the bumpy ride stimulated some major spit up.  He looks like he feels much better. &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/36466078-1594838322056072283?l=mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/feeds/1594838322056072283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36466078&amp;postID=1594838322056072283' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/1594838322056072283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/1594838322056072283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/2008/03/got-milk.html' title='Got Milk????'/><author><name>Emily Fowler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16195855523544999378</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/__KXzCCg7gOk/R-f8DZ3eMFI/AAAAAAAAATM/M2LuSEtIEb0/s72-c/IMG_0992.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36466078.post-3817447715790494443</id><published>2008-03-23T17:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:56:35.371-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Easter</title><content type='html'>Happy Easter everybody.  Charlie loved his first Easter. I told him the true meaning of Easter the other day while I was getting ready, but I saved the story of the Easter Bunny until this morning.  He was pumped.  I guess this year Matt and I will have to eat all that candy the Easter Bunny left.  Charlie said he did not mind this year, but next year it is on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/R-bw753eMCI/AAAAAAAAAS0/DKVi5jpVkYw/s1600-h/IMG_0980.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181093333272768546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/R-bw753eMCI/AAAAAAAAAS0/DKVi5jpVkYw/s400/IMG_0980.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Charlie's impression of Peter Cotton Tail. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/R-bw8Z3eMDI/AAAAAAAAAS8/iE36P9qOpyk/s1600-h/IMG_0979.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181093341862703154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/R-bw8Z3eMDI/AAAAAAAAAS8/iE36P9qOpyk/s400/IMG_0979.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh momma I love the Easter Bunny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/R-bw853eMEI/AAAAAAAAATE/1JnSDtWIYzw/s1600-h/IMG_0987.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181093350452637762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/R-bw853eMEI/AAAAAAAAATE/1JnSDtWIYzw/s400/IMG_0987.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; First family picture since Charlie was born.  It was a beautiful day, but a bit chilly. &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/36466078-3817447715790494443?l=mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/feeds/3817447715790494443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36466078&amp;postID=3817447715790494443' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/3817447715790494443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/3817447715790494443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/2008/03/happy-easter.html' title='Happy Easter'/><author><name>Emily Fowler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16195855523544999378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/R-bw753eMCI/AAAAAAAAAS0/DKVi5jpVkYw/s72-c/IMG_0980.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36466078.post-2720293693378900784</id><published>2008-03-07T13:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:56:35.699-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Visiting some KD's</title><content type='html'>asasa&lt;br /&gt;Charlie went with me to the KD house the other day because we were having a reception for Bonnie Warren, KD national president.  We were late of course because I had a difficult time getting myself ready as well as a 3 week old at the time, but we made it.  Charlie stole the show. Needless to say he had lots of girlfriends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/R9Gukc_BY2I/AAAAAAAAASk/Vh_7kbRTKAA/s1600-h/Charlie+1+month+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175109388104459106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/R9Gukc_BY2I/AAAAAAAAASk/Vh_7kbRTKAA/s400/Charlie+1+month+038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Charlie and Bonnie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/R9Gul8_BY3I/AAAAAAAAASs/KqNNplAnMIk/s1600-h/Charlie+1+month+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175109413874262898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/R9Gul8_BY3I/AAAAAAAAASs/KqNNplAnMIk/s400/Charlie+1+month+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and the little man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36466078-2720293693378900784?l=mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/feeds/2720293693378900784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36466078&amp;postID=2720293693378900784' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/2720293693378900784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/2720293693378900784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/2008/03/visiting-some-kds.html' title='Visiting some KD&apos;s'/><author><name>Emily Fowler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16195855523544999378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/R9Gukc_BY2I/AAAAAAAAASk/Vh_7kbRTKAA/s72-c/Charlie+1+month+038.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36466078.post-3267361176946844054</id><published>2008-02-25T09:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:56:35.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Talking with Dad</title><content type='html'>Matt and Charlie look like they are having a really good conversations. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/R8L6TiLfFBI/AAAAAAAAASM/oxmWDInl3Ow/s1600-h/charlie+1-28-08+%2884%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/R8L6TiLfFBI/AAAAAAAAASM/oxmWDInl3Ow/s400/charlie+1-28-08+%2884%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170970535674188818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/R8L6ViLfFCI/AAAAAAAAASU/93jZJNnKr3M/s1600-h/charlie+1-28-08+%2888%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/R8L6ViLfFCI/AAAAAAAAASU/93jZJNnKr3M/s400/charlie+1-28-08+%2888%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170970570033927202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look at that face, don't you just want to eat him up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/R8L6WCLfFDI/AAAAAAAAASc/cShGWrgM_XQ/s1600-h/charlie+1-28-08+%2893%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/R8L6WCLfFDI/AAAAAAAAASc/cShGWrgM_XQ/s400/charlie+1-28-08+%2893%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170970578623861810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am loving the hair and none of it has fallen out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36466078-3267361176946844054?l=mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/feeds/3267361176946844054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36466078&amp;postID=3267361176946844054' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/3267361176946844054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/3267361176946844054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/2008/02/talking-with-dad.html' title='Talking with Dad'/><author><name>Emily Fowler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16195855523544999378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/R8L6TiLfFBI/AAAAAAAAASM/oxmWDInl3Ow/s72-c/charlie+1-28-08+%2884%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36466078.post-3982741097727789028</id><published>2008-02-25T09:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:56:35.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Outing</title><content type='html'>These pictures were taken on Feb. 7.  This was Charlie's first outing to the doctor.  We had to be there at 8 am.  It was such a job getting there on time, but we made it with the help of super dad Matt.  Oh yeah and the outfit he is wearing in that picture no longer fits.  He is 4 weeks old today and I can't believe how much he has grown.  Everyone said he would, but I guess you don't realize it until they are actually here.  Matt just said last night "he is going to be a year old before we know it." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/R8L1wyLfE_I/AAAAAAAAAR8/V0SiQB0OwJY/s1600-h/charlie+1-28-08+%2866%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/R8L1wyLfE_I/AAAAAAAAAR8/V0SiQB0OwJY/s400/charlie+1-28-08+%2866%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170965540627223538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/R8L1xSLfFAI/AAAAAAAAASE/pOp061PBSX8/s1600-h/charlie+1-28-08+%2867%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/R8L1xSLfFAI/AAAAAAAAASE/pOp061PBSX8/s400/charlie+1-28-08+%2867%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170965549217158146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36466078-3982741097727789028?l=mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/feeds/3982741097727789028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36466078&amp;postID=3982741097727789028' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/3982741097727789028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/3982741097727789028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/2008/02/first-outing.html' title='First Outing'/><author><name>Emily Fowler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16195855523544999378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/R8L1wyLfE_I/AAAAAAAAAR8/V0SiQB0OwJY/s72-c/charlie+1-28-08+%2866%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36466078.post-6527355559652413018</id><published>2008-02-19T06:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:56:35.822-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are some pictures from the hospital.  He has already changed so much from these pics. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/R7rs9iLfE8I/AAAAAAAAARk/FaNtdccdZw4/s1600-h/charlie+1-28-08+%2827%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/R7rs9iLfE8I/AAAAAAAAARk/FaNtdccdZw4/s400/charlie+1-28-08+%2827%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168704064252220354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Day one.  My mom had bought him this cute little blue gown and hat and I had a gown and robe to match it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/R7rs-CLfE9I/AAAAAAAAARs/Ut4SH1H09e8/s1600-h/charlie+1-28-08+%2833%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/R7rs-CLfE9I/AAAAAAAAARs/Ut4SH1H09e8/s400/charlie+1-28-08+%2833%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168704072842154962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look at those fat cheeks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/R7rs-iLfE-I/AAAAAAAAAR0/9YOARktLQx8/s1600-h/charlie+1-28-08+%2847%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/R7rs-iLfE-I/AAAAAAAAAR0/9YOARktLQx8/s400/charlie+1-28-08+%2847%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168704081432089570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Matt kept saying the whole time "I am so tired."  I love this pic. Nothing like a cat nap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36466078-6527355559652413018?l=mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/feeds/6527355559652413018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36466078&amp;postID=6527355559652413018' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/6527355559652413018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/6527355559652413018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/2008/02/these-are-some-pictures-from-hospital.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily Fowler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16195855523544999378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/R7rs9iLfE8I/AAAAAAAAARk/FaNtdccdZw4/s72-c/charlie+1-28-08+%2827%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36466078.post-2272507096600962116</id><published>2008-02-18T08:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:56:35.881-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Charlie is here</title><content type='html'>I know these pictures are  way over due and  my baby ticker says that I am 41 -42 weeks pregnant, but I am not.  I had Charlie on January 28 .  I was induced at  7:30 that morning and did not have  him until 11:30 that night.  Talk about a long day.  After it was all over  Matt looked at me and said,  "That wasn't as bad as I thought it was going to be."  I was like are you kidding.  Men,  I really don't have a  response to his comment.  I really wanted to knock him out.  Charlie was 7 lbs. 13 oz and 20 1/2 inches long.  He is 3 weeks old today and growing like a  weed.  Matt and  I are really loving our new addition.  These are all pictures from the hospital,  I am a little behind, but I did not realize how hard it was going to be  managing my time when I came home.  Hope you all enjoy.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/R7m2oyLfE5I/AAAAAAAAARE/6MFPWldgYJc/s1600-h/charlie+1-28-08+%2821%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/R7m2oyLfE5I/AAAAAAAAARE/6MFPWldgYJc/s400/charlie+1-28-08+%2821%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168362859165324178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Matt's family right after I had Charlie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/R7m2piLfE6I/AAAAAAAAARM/ZfRDUCxKhq0/s1600-h/charlie+1-28-08+%286%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/R7m2piLfE6I/AAAAAAAAARM/ZfRDUCxKhq0/s400/charlie+1-28-08+%286%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168362872050226082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Before I had Charlie.  I was in a much better mood at this point.  I was early. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/R7m2qiLfE7I/AAAAAAAAARU/b5PMMZWOw1w/s1600-h/charlie+1-28-08+%2816%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/R7m2qiLfE7I/AAAAAAAAARU/b5PMMZWOw1w/s400/charlie+1-28-08+%2816%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168362889230095282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There he is right after delivery.  He was looking around, like who are all these strange people and where am I. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/R7m0ziLfE0I/AAAAAAAAAQc/Kd120JhypQs/s1600-h/charlie+1-28-08+%2825%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/R7m0ziLfE0I/AAAAAAAAAQc/Kd120JhypQs/s400/charlie+1-28-08+%2825%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168360844825662274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The morning after.  He is already changing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/R7m00iLfE1I/AAAAAAAAAQk/7ofbUBMd5fs/s1600-h/charlie+1-28-08+%2813%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/R7m00iLfE1I/AAAAAAAAAQk/7ofbUBMd5fs/s400/charlie+1-28-08+%2813%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168360862005531474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Matt and his new buddy right after delivery. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/R7m01iLfE2I/AAAAAAAAAQs/d26LYG63MTc/s1600-h/charlie+1-28-08+%2812%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/R7m01iLfE2I/AAAAAAAAAQs/d26LYG63MTc/s400/charlie+1-28-08+%2812%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168360879185400674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He is here and my face looks like a basketball.  Could it be from the 4 bags of fluid I had or all those Sonic cheeseburgers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/R7m02SLfE3I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/AS8iepXEaOw/s1600-h/charlie+1-28-08+%2810%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/R7m02SLfE3I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/AS8iepXEaOw/s400/charlie+1-28-08+%2810%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168360892070302578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What an overwhelming moment.  I am not going to post what I was really thinking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/R7m03SLfE4I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/wRJCGNkZuTQ/s1600-h/charlie+1-28-08+%2820%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/R7m03SLfE4I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/wRJCGNkZuTQ/s400/charlie+1-28-08+%2820%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168360909250171778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and My fam minus Caroline who will be here on Thursday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36466078-2272507096600962116?l=mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/feeds/2272507096600962116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36466078&amp;postID=2272507096600962116' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/2272507096600962116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/2272507096600962116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/2008/02/charlie-is-here.html' title='Charlie is here'/><author><name>Emily Fowler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16195855523544999378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/R7m2oyLfE5I/AAAAAAAAARE/6MFPWldgYJc/s72-c/charlie+1-28-08+%2821%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36466078.post-2015943471357338239</id><published>2008-01-06T10:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:56:36.893-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nursery in the Works</title><content type='html'>I know that I have been a terrible blogger lately, but I really feel like I have had nothing to blog.  I really am not into posting pictures of myself lately (gosh I can't imagine why), but I will have to say I am becoming very obsessed with my nursery.  I had been hounding Matt about painting it and he finally did.  I had to work Christmas day and when I got home that night my drapes and bed skirt were up.  I still don't have a mattress of bumper pad, but they are in the works, so I will for sure post when the nursery is complete.  It is so dang cute.  Thanks mom and mom-in-law.  It looks awesome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/R4EhfMet0hI/AAAAAAAAAQM/HvC1yVYiyWI/s1600-h/nursey-Christmas+07+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/R4EhfMet0hI/AAAAAAAAAQM/HvC1yVYiyWI/s400/nursey-Christmas+07+039.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152436268498276882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lulu even has a matching bed so that she can sit in their with me and Charlie, and no I did not force her to lay on it, she just went and sat down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/R4Ehfset0iI/AAAAAAAAAQU/fSQGb2AX1wA/s1600-h/nursey-Christmas+07+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/R4Ehfset0iI/AAAAAAAAAQU/fSQGb2AX1wA/s400/nursey-Christmas+07+043.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152436277088211490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is an up close of my drape.  It is a London shade, which I am obsessed with.  Look at the detail. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/R4Ee3cet0dI/AAAAAAAAAPs/beXxj0c6rQA/s1600-h/nursey-Christmas+07+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/R4Ee3cet0dI/AAAAAAAAAPs/beXxj0c6rQA/s400/nursey-Christmas+07+040.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152433386575221202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lulu are you excited about Charlie??  (Who's Charlie, I thought this was my room). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/R4Ee4Met0eI/AAAAAAAAAP0/BTdkQmEdwxc/s1600-h/nursey-Christmas+07+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/R4Ee4Met0eI/AAAAAAAAAP0/BTdkQmEdwxc/s400/nursey-Christmas+07+041.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152433399460123106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No mattress, but it will be here soon (like Tuesday). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/R4Ee4cet0fI/AAAAAAAAAP8/I9BY1i0nh8k/s1600-h/nursey-Christmas+07+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/R4Ee4cet0fI/AAAAAAAAAP8/I9BY1i0nh8k/s400/nursey-Christmas+07+044.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152433403755090418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a Toy basket that Teresa made.  I saw a picture on the internet and just mentioned that I liked that.  She is so great a picking up on stuff.  I hope my future daughter-in-law doesn't expect this, because I sure don't know how to sew.  I have already dumped all his stuffed animals in there.  So cute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36466078-2015943471357338239?l=mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/feeds/2015943471357338239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36466078&amp;postID=2015943471357338239' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/2015943471357338239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/2015943471357338239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/2008/01/nursery-in-works.html' title='Nursery in the Works'/><author><name>Emily Fowler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16195855523544999378</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/__KXzCCg7gOk/R4EhfMet0hI/AAAAAAAAAQM/HvC1yVYiyWI/s72-c/nursey-Christmas+07+039.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36466078.post-2422550529729161062</id><published>2007-10-30T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T08:58:44.252-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Meal</title><content type='html'>I was looking at all the blogs today and realized that my baby ticker has just creeped under 100 days.  Kinda scary.   I keep telling myself that pregnancy has really not altered my taste buds at all, but I believe that I have come to realize that it has.  The other day I went to City Bagel in Starkville and ordered a bacon, egg and cheese on spinach and cheddar bagel with salt and vinegar chips and a sweet tea.  Yeah I do think that was the most random meal I have ever eaten.  It was so good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36466078-2422550529729161062?l=mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/feeds/2422550529729161062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36466078&amp;postID=2422550529729161062' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/2422550529729161062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/2422550529729161062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/2007/10/random-meal.html' title='Random Meal'/><author><name>Emily Fowler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16195855523544999378</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36466078.post-5205838073608463991</id><published>2007-10-21T16:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:56:36.952-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One step closer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/Rxvbdte0XXI/AAAAAAAAAPE/UniCTMfbCWs/s1600-h/AU+weekend-baby+pics+%2837%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/Rxvbdte0XXI/AAAAAAAAAPE/UniCTMfbCWs/s400/AU+weekend-baby+pics+%2837%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123930304535616882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/RxvbeNe0XYI/AAAAAAAAAPM/xTF4SFxJMXA/s1600-h/AU+weekend-baby+pics+%2838%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/RxvbeNe0XYI/AAAAAAAAAPM/xTF4SFxJMXA/s400/AU+weekend-baby+pics+%2838%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123930313125551490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/Rxvbe9e0XZI/AAAAAAAAAPU/RmKeVpOCPT8/s1600-h/AU+weekend-baby+pics+%2839%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/Rxvbe9e0XZI/AAAAAAAAAPU/RmKeVpOCPT8/s400/AU+weekend-baby+pics+%2839%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123930326010453394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/Rxvbfde0XaI/AAAAAAAAAPc/GNCiJdK20mY/s1600-h/AU+weekend-baby+pics+%2835%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/Rxvbfde0XaI/AAAAAAAAAPc/GNCiJdK20mY/s400/AU+weekend-baby+pics+%2835%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123930334600388002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Matt putting together the crib.  I never took a picture of the finished product, but it is so cute.  As you can see the little white fur-ball never misses a beat.   She was in there the whole time he was putting it together.  Those are also the fabrics that I am using for the nursery.  It is coming together slowly but surely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36466078-5205838073608463991?l=mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/feeds/5205838073608463991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36466078&amp;postID=5205838073608463991' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/5205838073608463991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/5205838073608463991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/2007/10/one-step-closer.html' title='One step closer'/><author><name>Emily Fowler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16195855523544999378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/Rxvbdte0XXI/AAAAAAAAAPE/UniCTMfbCWs/s72-c/AU+weekend-baby+pics+%2837%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36466078.post-9222589206966389744</id><published>2007-10-18T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:56:37.152-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to the World Sarah!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/Rxd7hte0XWI/AAAAAAAAAO8/CKeyMvK2xAQ/s1600-h/AU+weekend-baby+pics.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/Rxd7hte0XWI/AAAAAAAAAO8/CKeyMvK2xAQ/s400/AU+weekend-baby+pics.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122698920231984482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes Charlie's girlfriend arrived in early September.  Sarah was about 2 weeks when her future in-laws went to see her, she is now 6 weeks.  Cute sweet daughter of Sam and Chris Potts.  Matt would not touch her.  He said if he was going to drop a baby he wanted it to be his.  (Such a pleasant thought).  Sorry I did not get a picture of her face.  If you are wondering she looks like Sam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36466078-9222589206966389744?l=mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/feeds/9222589206966389744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36466078&amp;postID=9222589206966389744' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/9222589206966389744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/9222589206966389744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/2007/10/welcome-to-world-sarah.html' title='Welcome to the World Sarah!!!'/><author><name>Emily Fowler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16195855523544999378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/Rxd7hte0XWI/AAAAAAAAAO8/CKeyMvK2xAQ/s72-c/AU+weekend-baby+pics.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36466078.post-8343564360008910887</id><published>2007-09-10T09:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:56:37.215-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Verdict is Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/RuVslvU-aFI/AAAAAAAAAMs/Bp0ZbyZVrxo/s1600-h/Snake+%286%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I am sure that you can probably guess from this picture that we are having a BOY.   Matt wanted to see if his new baby boy was going to be able to fit into this thing that he bought to go duck hunting.  As you can see Lulu fit just fine and she is a little larger than a newborn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/RuVslvU-aFI/AAAAAAAAAMs/Bp0ZbyZVrxo/s1600-h/Snake+%286%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/RuVslvU-aFI/AAAAAAAAAMs/Bp0ZbyZVrxo/s400/Snake+%286%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108608747937097810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me on the other hand, is trying to keep my little boy stylish.  This is one of the many new outfits that have been purchased.  Matt said he is going to look like a jail-bird when he wears it,  well he will be a cute one dangit.  Of course Matt has a comment about everything that is bought, but I know  he will love it when there is actually a person wearing it.  We are super excited about our little boy and I am in for a huge adjustment,  since I came from a family of three girls.  My parents will have waited almost 28 years for their boy.  It is going to be fun.  I will try to do better about blogging.  Sorry Friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/RuVsmfU-aGI/AAAAAAAAAM0/1WDdt9s2HG8/s1600-h/Snake+%289%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/RuVsmfU-aGI/AAAAAAAAAM0/1WDdt9s2HG8/s400/Snake+%289%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108608760821999714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36466078-8343564360008910887?l=mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/feeds/8343564360008910887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36466078&amp;postID=8343564360008910887' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/8343564360008910887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/8343564360008910887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/2007/09/verdict-is-out.html' title='The Verdict is Out'/><author><name>Emily Fowler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16195855523544999378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/RuVslvU-aFI/AAAAAAAAAMs/Bp0ZbyZVrxo/s72-c/Snake+%286%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36466078.post-1580530934988635761</id><published>2007-08-28T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T19:22:58.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Frustrating and Amusing.</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone,  I was going to post some new pictures the other day, but my computer would not read my camera memory card for so reason.  So I got frustrated and quit trying.  New pictures to come soon.  We have had  a lot going on it seems.   A family reunion (it was super hot).  My little sister moved to college for her freshman year. Working a ton. 3 year anniversary. We find out what we are having on Thursday, so be looking for that post.  I have a funny story about Matt.  We have been married for 3 years and I really did think that I knew everything about him since we also dated for 9 prior to marriage.  Well the other night we were watching the Singing Bee, and he hates that show, but only because I know all the words to the songs.  He is so jealous.  Anyway, at the end of the show he told me that he used to play the flute.  WHAT???  I just found that very amusing.  Ben (his brother) also played the cello.  I can just see Ben playing the cello and Matt playing the flute together.  I am pretty sure that never happened, but I that would have been absolutely hysterical.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36466078-1580530934988635761?l=mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/feeds/1580530934988635761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36466078&amp;postID=1580530934988635761' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/1580530934988635761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/1580530934988635761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/2007/08/frustrating-and-amusing.html' title='Frustrating and Amusing.'/><author><name>Emily Fowler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16195855523544999378</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36466078.post-6926160911845815104</id><published>2007-08-11T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T07:53:10.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Help!!!</title><content type='html'>That baby ticker is so jacked up.  MK  (or anyone) if you can help, please send me your advice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36466078-6926160911845815104?l=mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/feeds/6926160911845815104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36466078&amp;postID=6926160911845815104' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/6926160911845815104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/6926160911845815104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/2007/08/help.html' title='Help!!!'/><author><name>Emily Fowler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16195855523544999378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36466078.post-5120494954977714841</id><published>2007-08-05T18:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:56:37.529-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Somebody is going to be JEALOUS!!!!</title><content type='html'>Yep, that is right two furry animals are going to be really jealous come February.   Matt and  I are  expecting.  Baby Fowler is expected to be here February 6th.  We are super excited and I am kinda scared at the same time.  I mean I don't even like to take the dog out in the morning,  but I am much more excited than scared.   I will be 14 weeks on Wednesday.  We found out at 6 weeks by accident.  I went to the ER with a massive pain in my right side one Saturday morning.  They thought that my appendix had ruptured and before they did the CT scan they did a pregnancy test and SURPRISE it was positive.  We were initially really shocked but excited.  Come to find out the massive pain was actually a cyst that had ruptured.  Not to worry everything is ok.  My doctor told me that that was actually fairly common.  When we went to the doctor, he asked us if we thought that the picture looked like a butterbean or a peanut.  We both said butterbean, and he said that it was going to be girl then.  Apparently if it looks like a peanut it is going to be a boy.  Matt automatically changed his mind to it looking like a peanut.  Just an old wives tale,  we will keep you all posted on the sex of the baby Fowler.  Looking forward to giving you all updates on what is going on with us.  Please keep us in our prayers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/RraAjllzMjI/AAAAAAAAAMU/3kTFVt3f94k/s1600-h/sonogram.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/RraAjllzMjI/AAAAAAAAAMU/3kTFVt3f94k/s400/sonogram.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095401377290727986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/RraAkFlzMkI/AAAAAAAAAMc/e5FQqJa1cx8/s1600-h/beach+2007+%2819%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/RraAkFlzMkI/AAAAAAAAAMc/e5FQqJa1cx8/s400/beach+2007+%2819%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095401385880662594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tucker told us he did not care as long as it came after duck season was over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/RraAlFlzMlI/AAAAAAAAAMk/3BPeQ3-uvwo/s1600-h/Emily+B-Day+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/RraAlFlzMlI/AAAAAAAAAMk/3BPeQ3-uvwo/s400/Emily+B-Day+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095401403060531794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lulu still doesn't understand when I tell her.  She probably won't care either as long as I feed her treats and throw her ball and let her snuggle with me and hold her and kiss her and let her watch TV with me on the couch. Ok so maybe she is going to go through some withdrawals.  We just won't talk about it around her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36466078-5120494954977714841?l=mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/feeds/5120494954977714841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36466078&amp;postID=5120494954977714841' title='28 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/5120494954977714841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/5120494954977714841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/2007/08/somebody-is-going-to-be-jealous.html' title='Somebody is going to be JEALOUS!!!!'/><author><name>Emily Fowler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16195855523544999378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/RraAjllzMjI/AAAAAAAAAMU/3kTFVt3f94k/s72-c/sonogram.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36466078.post-4427024792814038264</id><published>2007-08-04T15:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:56:37.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beach Trip</title><content type='html'>Matt  and I went to the beach back in July with Christian and  Brooke Preus.  We had the best time and of course Matt and Christian acted like fifth graders the  whole time.  It was like  Brooke and I  took our two sons.  Where we stayed there was a loft and Matt and I slept up there.  Well one  night they (Matt and Christian) decided to have a pillow fight over the loft.  They  definitely  threw harder than a fifth grader.  I had to  put a  stop to the pillow fight when a package of bagel s  flew up and over the loft.  We had a great time and it was so great to hang out with old friends.    &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/RrZL5llzMiI/AAAAAAAAAMM/7sfB8jN5xK4/s1600-h/beach+2007+%2812%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/RrZL5llzMiI/AAAAAAAAAMM/7sfB8jN5xK4/s400/beach+2007+%2812%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095343481131577890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dinner at Vin-tij.  It was the best meal I have ever eaten down there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/RrUBlllzMdI/AAAAAAAAALk/Vbw6qVOndHE/s1600-h/beach+2007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/RrUBlllzMdI/AAAAAAAAALk/Vbw6qVOndHE/s400/beach+2007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094980298697028050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Matt and Christian trying to boogie board. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/RrUBmVlzMeI/AAAAAAAAALs/ZUna21YfHcA/s1600-h/beach+2007+%282%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/RrUBmVlzMeI/AAAAAAAAALs/ZUna21YfHcA/s400/beach+2007+%282%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094980311581929954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Who knows what they are doing.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/RrUBmllzMfI/AAAAAAAAAL0/6KDf8k4Y4c0/s1600-h/beach+2007+%286%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/RrUBmllzMfI/AAAAAAAAAL0/6KDf8k4Y4c0/s400/beach+2007+%286%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094980315876897266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/RrUBnFlzMgI/AAAAAAAAAL8/8vFxiuT_aXE/s1600-h/beach+2007+%287%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/RrUBnFlzMgI/AAAAAAAAAL8/8vFxiuT_aXE/s400/beach+2007+%287%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094980324466831874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At the pool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/RrUBnllzMhI/AAAAAAAAAME/YQoP_afxUM0/s1600-h/beach+2007+%2810%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/RrUBnllzMhI/AAAAAAAAAME/YQoP_afxUM0/s400/beach+2007+%2810%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094980333056766482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36466078-4427024792814038264?l=mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/feeds/4427024792814038264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36466078&amp;postID=4427024792814038264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/4427024792814038264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/4427024792814038264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/2007/08/beach-trip.html' title='Beach Trip'/><author><name>Emily Fowler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16195855523544999378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/RrZL5llzMiI/AAAAAAAAAMM/7sfB8jN5xK4/s72-c/beach+2007+%2812%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36466078.post-5345684763905840149</id><published>2007-07-18T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T19:35:39.435-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It has been too long</title><content type='html'>Sorry everyone.  I can't believe that it has been over a month since I last blogged.  Laura T.  informed me today of my not so interesting blog in a really sweet way.  Thanks Laura.  I really don't know what to say about my life right now except that it is "boring busy."  I really don't think that I could have put it any other way.  I have been so busy but nothing I have done has been exciting.  I have been working a ton.  It is great but wears me out.  I will have to say every day I get there I think "what in the world am I doing here, this is so out of my league," but I have learned a ton and everyone has been so helpful.  I just got back from the beach.  I was there a whole week and I will have to say that I have the worst sunglasses tan ever.  One of the doctors at the hospital who doesn't know me at all walked up to me the other day and was said "Sweetie, next time you go to the beach you need to try and take your sunglasses off every once and a while."  Everyone thought that was really funny.  I am glad that I can take being teased.  I will have to post pictures later.  Anyway I am back and be looking for more post to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36466078-5345684763905840149?l=mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/feeds/5345684763905840149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36466078&amp;postID=5345684763905840149' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/5345684763905840149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/5345684763905840149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/2007/07/it-has-been-too-long.html' title='It has been too long'/><author><name>Emily Fowler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16195855523544999378</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36466078.post-2038253855086650864</id><published>2007-06-08T00:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:56:37.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I PASSED</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/RmkFVhAYPEI/AAAAAAAAALc/_YTug_f7Ciw/s1600-h/Lulu+swimming+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/RmkFVhAYPEI/AAAAAAAAALc/_YTug_f7Ciw/s400/Lulu+swimming+045.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073592322404924482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ok I really try and refrain from posting all goofy pictures of me, but I just can't help it right now.  It is 2:30 am and I just feel GOOFY.  I got up to let my psycho dog out because she was barking her head off.  So as I was going to bed I started to think about the fact that my boss asked me if I was going to check the computer at 12 to see if I passed my boards.  For those of you who know me, I usually don't let anything take priority over sleep.  Well the truth is I have been depressed for about two days, because I just knew that I failed that test.  I thought what the heck I will just go ahead and get it over with and see if the computer was going to humor me and tell me you passed.  (it doesn't say if you failed, you have to wait on a friendly letter if that happens).  Anyway long story short, I PASSED, just call me Emily Fowler, RN.  Thanks everybody for all of your prayers.  This task could not have been accomplished without them.  I really think the Lord let me pass because he was tired of hearing me whine and he was definitely tired of hearing my name.  Anyway, I am about to go back to bed and if you have any health questions just call me because I am sure that I know the answer since I passed "the test."  Everyone sleep tight.  Say one more thank you prayer to the Lord.  He deserves it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36466078-2038253855086650864?l=mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/feeds/2038253855086650864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36466078&amp;postID=2038253855086650864' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/2038253855086650864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/2038253855086650864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-passed.html' title='I PASSED'/><author><name>Emily Fowler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16195855523544999378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/RmkFVhAYPEI/AAAAAAAAALc/_YTug_f7Ciw/s72-c/Lulu+swimming+045.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36466078.post-5020787703643807972</id><published>2007-05-30T20:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:56:38.075-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busted</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/Rl5Bakvp0-I/AAAAAAAAALU/LWLas_RaV_o/s1600-h/Lulu+swimming+049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/Rl5Bakvp0-I/AAAAAAAAALU/LWLas_RaV_o/s400/Lulu+swimming+049.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070562155261711330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I caught him in the act.  So dangerous Matt, you should not be texting or checking your email (or whatever) while you drive.  Precious cargo was in the car (Me, Lulu and Tucker).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36466078-5020787703643807972?l=mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/feeds/5020787703643807972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36466078&amp;postID=5020787703643807972' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/5020787703643807972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/5020787703643807972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/2007/05/busted.html' title='Busted'/><author><name>Emily Fowler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16195855523544999378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/Rl5Bakvp0-I/AAAAAAAAALU/LWLas_RaV_o/s72-c/Lulu+swimming+049.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36466078.post-4658091644994409343</id><published>2007-05-26T07:19:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:56:39.718-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My little swimmer doggy</title><content type='html'>Last weekend we went to my parents to eat and hang out with family and  Lulu got to do one of her favorite things.  Swim.  This is a  what I think is going on in her brain.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/RlhHL0vp07I/AAAAAAAAAK8/XGzygWB5RLM/s1600-h/Lulu+swimming+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/RlhHL0vp07I/AAAAAAAAAK8/XGzygWB5RLM/s400/Lulu+swimming+038.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068879649068143538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just chillin' looking at the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/RlhGokvp06I/AAAAAAAAAK0/dLCh5iBsUTg/s1600-h/Lulu+swimming+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/RlhGokvp06I/AAAAAAAAAK0/dLCh5iBsUTg/s400/Lulu+swimming+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068879043477754786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Hey Lulu, you want to go swimming."&lt;br /&gt;Lulu, " Did someone say swimming."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/RlhGIUvp05I/AAAAAAAAAKs/hrcvynDKvp8/s1600-h/Lulu+swimming+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/RlhGIUvp05I/AAAAAAAAAKs/hrcvynDKvp8/s400/Lulu+swimming+036.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068878489426973586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Caroline getting excited about throwing the stick for Lulu to fetch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/RlhFpUvp04I/AAAAAAAAAKk/DJjH9WAhmGs/s1600-h/Lulu+swimming+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/RlhFpUvp04I/AAAAAAAAAKk/DJjH9WAhmGs/s400/Lulu+swimming+027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068877956851028866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  "Oooh, I see it, I am going to get it and make my mom and aunt proud."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/RlhELkvp02I/AAAAAAAAAKU/EsKhvNmbAX4/s1600-h/Lulu+swimming+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/RlhELkvp02I/AAAAAAAAAKU/EsKhvNmbAX4/s400/Lulu+swimming+016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068876346238292834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "I got it and I am bringing it back to show off." "I am such a graceful westie swimmer."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/RlhDwUvp01I/AAAAAAAAAKM/2mxcnySddC0/s1600-h/Lulu+swimming+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/RlhDwUvp01I/AAAAAAAAAKM/2mxcnySddC0/s400/Lulu+swimming+023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068875878086857554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Are you going to throw it again?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/RlhDGkvp00I/AAAAAAAAAKE/xoYMQUGZQXY/s1600-h/Lulu+swimming+050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/RlhDGkvp00I/AAAAAAAAAKE/xoYMQUGZQXY/s400/Lulu+swimming+050.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068875160827319106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"My mom only wants to hold me and take pictures with me after she has given me a bath.  I will have to say that I look very white and fluffy after my bath and hair drying experience. I love my momma."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36466078-4658091644994409343?l=mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/feeds/4658091644994409343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36466078&amp;postID=4658091644994409343' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/4658091644994409343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/4658091644994409343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-little-swimmer-doggy.html' title='My little swimmer doggy'/><author><name>Emily Fowler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16195855523544999378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/RlhHL0vp07I/AAAAAAAAAK8/XGzygWB5RLM/s72-c/Lulu+swimming+038.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36466078.post-4249140138105656872</id><published>2007-05-19T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T09:33:53.347-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am So Special</title><content type='html'>Not special as in she is so sweet and kind,  I am so special as in DUMB!  Matt went out of town earlier in the week to go fishing in Louisiana, so while he was gone I decided that I was going to go shopping.  Well I really love to buy really cute casual dresses.  So I went on the hunt and found the cutest dress.  I was brown with teal and blue designs all over it and a plaid ruffle at the bottom. I know it sounds really random, but I promise that it was really cute.  I even bought shoes to go with it.  Well I got home and tried it on for the second time (yes I tried it on the store) with the shoes.  Maybe it was the shoes that made it look so short.  It should have been a sign that when I raised my arms and booty almost hung out that something was not right.  Well I decided to keep and let Matt give me his opinion (he is always honest, his response is usually like "you are not wearing that out of this house.")  Well he got home and I tried it on and he said what I thought he would.  "Emily that is too short."  translated into you are not wearing that out of the house.  Then I occurred to me that I had not bought a dress at all.  I had really bought a SHIRT!!!!.  I ran and got the receipt and there it was plain as day "1 KNIT TOP."  So you all be glad to know that I took it back along with the shoes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36466078-4249140138105656872?l=mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/feeds/4249140138105656872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36466078&amp;postID=4249140138105656872' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/4249140138105656872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/4249140138105656872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-am-so-special.html' title='I Am So Special'/><author><name>Emily Fowler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16195855523544999378</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-36466078.post-8236416321156002228</id><published>2007-05-14T17:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:56:40.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mothers Day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/RkkIRk61BqI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Rn2ppc4BmOM/s1600-h/DSU+Weekend-Turkey+Pic+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/RkkIRk61BqI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Rn2ppc4BmOM/s400/DSU+Weekend-Turkey+Pic+042.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064588354016052898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/RkkGZ061BnI/AAAAAAAAAJc/bTVmZzc0KYE/s1600-h/DSU+Weekend-Turkey+Pic+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to mention how wonderful my mom is .  I would not have picked another even if  I was given the  choice .  She is one of my best friends and would do anything for me , Matt and  my sisters.   She  has been there for all  of us through the years , from t-ball, softball, cheerleaders, baseball, track, a few pagents, and  most importantly  BASKETBALL.   My aunt always teases her and says that she is the one who is really playing basketball.  She loves it!!!!  Not only was she always there for us, she was also the most fun mom ever.  All of my friends thought she was the coolest and said they wished there mom's were like mine.  :)  I hated frogs when I was younger and still do (I hate most animals from the reptile family, today there was a lizard in my house and I almost had a nervous breakdown just looking at it.  MK was trying to coach me over the phone on how to get it out of my house, but I just could not do it).....Anyway.  I hated frogs and my mom knew it, but one summer night she caught one in our yard and chased me until she me and rubbed all over my leggs.  I was screaming and thought that was going to have tons of warts.  Well no warts and I am still terrified of frogs.  She thought it was hilarious and got a real kick out of it.  I will not be doing that to my children mainly because I could never pick the thing up to chase them, maybe there grandmother can do it to them.  Anyway she is the greatest!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/RkkGaU61BoI/AAAAAAAAAJk/kGxRn4a6NqM/s1600-h/DSU+Weekend-Turkey+Pic+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/RkkGaU61BoI/AAAAAAAAAJk/kGxRn4a6NqM/s400/DSU+Weekend-Turkey+Pic+047.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064586305316652674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She even loves her son-in-law.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36466078-8236416321156002228?l=mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/feeds/8236416321156002228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36466078&amp;postID=8236416321156002228' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/8236416321156002228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/8236416321156002228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/2007/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mothers Day.'/><author><name>Emily Fowler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16195855523544999378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/RkkIRk61BqI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Rn2ppc4BmOM/s72-c/DSU+Weekend-Turkey+Pic+042.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36466078.post-8297333232771501533</id><published>2007-05-12T18:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:56:40.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pinning Ceremony</title><content type='html'>These are pictures from my pinning ceremony.  It was the night before graduation.  It was great.  Most of my family was there.  My dad and Kendell did not get to come because it was Kendell's senior athletic banquet that night too, and Caroline lives in a distant land.  Anyway it was great.  So glad that it is over and that my family was there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/RkZo-E61BiI/AAAAAAAAAI0/oEZar9hnhb4/s1600-h/graduation+and+pinning+%2811%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/RkZo-E61BiI/AAAAAAAAAI0/oEZar9hnhb4/s400/graduation+and+pinning+%2811%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063850246706365986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and my awesome MOM. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/RkZo-k61BjI/AAAAAAAAAI8/rK2T0cstMqQ/s1600-h/graduation+and+pinning+%2812%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/RkZo-k61BjI/AAAAAAAAAI8/rK2T0cstMqQ/s400/graduation+and+pinning+%2812%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063850255296300594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Aunt Carol, Me, Mom, and Granny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/RkZo_U61BkI/AAAAAAAAAJE/D92xa_HuGQg/s1600-h/graduation+and+pinning+%2813%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/RkZo_U61BkI/AAAAAAAAAJE/D92xa_HuGQg/s400/graduation+and+pinning+%2813%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063850268181202498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ben, Gran, Me, Matt, and Teresa.  Awesome in-laws. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/RkZndE61BdI/AAAAAAAAAIM/WYoBRKnLKGk/s1600-h/graduation+and+pinning+%283%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/RkZndE61BdI/AAAAAAAAAIM/WYoBRKnLKGk/s400/graduation+and+pinning+%283%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063848580259055058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and Carrie Mann, we are both going to be working at Baptist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/RkZndk61BeI/AAAAAAAAAIU/7TFHKAn4DOg/s1600-h/graduation+and+pinning+%2814%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/RkZndk61BeI/AAAAAAAAAIU/7TFHKAn4DOg/s400/graduation+and+pinning+%2814%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063848588848989666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Leslie Lann and me.  She is going to OCH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/RkZneE61BfI/AAAAAAAAAIc/o56TIeqLCq0/s1600-h/graduation+and+pinning+%2815%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/RkZneE61BfI/AAAAAAAAAIc/o56TIeqLCq0/s400/graduation+and+pinning+%2815%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063848597438924274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ben and Leslie.  Everyone knows how much Ben loves the ladies.  It was instant LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/RkZne061BgI/AAAAAAAAAIk/YJ94--kpd1E/s1600-h/graduation+and+pinning+%286%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/RkZne061BgI/AAAAAAAAAIk/YJ94--kpd1E/s400/graduation+and+pinning+%286%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063848610323826178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and my grandmother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/RkZnfk61BhI/AAAAAAAAAIs/onj8YB3Nb34/s1600-h/graduation+and+pinning+%2810%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/RkZnfk61BhI/AAAAAAAAAIs/onj8YB3Nb34/s400/graduation+and+pinning+%2810%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063848623208728082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and Matt, what an unflattering picture of me in that outfit.  I have been wearing that thing for two years.  Thank goodness I can finally retire that ugly thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36466078-8297333232771501533?l=mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/feeds/8297333232771501533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36466078&amp;postID=8297333232771501533' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/8297333232771501533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/8297333232771501533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/2007/05/pinning-ceremony.html' title='Pinning Ceremony'/><author><name>Emily Fowler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16195855523544999378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/RkZo-E61BiI/AAAAAAAAAI0/oEZar9hnhb4/s72-c/graduation+and+pinning+%2811%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36466078.post-1911035946590148980</id><published>2007-05-10T19:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:56:40.334-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nursing School Graduation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I had a really busy weekend las t week.  I graduated from Nursing School.  It was really bitter sweet.  I am so glad that I am finally done with school, but at the same time  I am losing my support system and I am going to miss all of the really neat people I have been hanging out with for the the past 2 years.  thanks for all the prayers.  They paid off.  (I  tried to post more pictures, but blogger wouldn't let me, so there are more to come. ) &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/RkPQzk61BZI/AAAAAAAAAHs/lvZYi7iWEKk/s1600-h/graduation+and+pinning+%2819%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/RkPQzk61BZI/AAAAAAAAAHs/lvZYi7iWEKk/s400/graduation+and+pinning+%2819%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063119990596896146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and Kerri,  my study buddy.  She is going to be moving to Tupelo and working at NMMC. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/RkPQz061BaI/AAAAAAAAAH0/IGUlPLGHmVU/s1600-h/graduation+and+pinning+%2822%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/RkPQz061BaI/AAAAAAAAAH0/IGUlPLGHmVU/s400/graduation+and+pinning+%2822%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063119994891863458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me, Kate, and Kerri.  Kate is moving to Ocean Springs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/RkPQ1E61BbI/AAAAAAAAAH8/wSO-r_Pu7L8/s1600-h/graduation+and+pinning+%2823%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/RkPQ1E61BbI/AAAAAAAAAH8/wSO-r_Pu7L8/s400/graduation+and+pinning+%2823%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063120016366699954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aren't we cute.  I am graduating the same year as my youngest sister.  HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/RkPQ1k61BcI/AAAAAAAAAIE/kSpZ7erCYcw/s1600-h/graduation+and+pinning+%2824%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/RkPQ1k61BcI/AAAAAAAAAIE/kSpZ7erCYcw/s400/graduation+and+pinning+%2824%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063120024956634562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My mom's sister, Aunt Carol, me and Mom.  She was so sweet to make the trip and she brought my grandmother (that is a serious task in itself), but she did not make it to graduation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36466078-1911035946590148980?l=mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/feeds/1911035946590148980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36466078&amp;postID=1911035946590148980' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/1911035946590148980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/1911035946590148980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/2007/05/nursing-school-graduation.html' title='Nursing School Graduation'/><author><name>Emily Fowler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16195855523544999378</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/__KXzCCg7gOk/RkPQzk61BZI/AAAAAAAAAHs/lvZYi7iWEKk/s72-c/graduation+and+pinning+%2819%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36466078.post-3172639704602189331</id><published>2007-04-26T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T19:11:49.801-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cracking Up!!</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I was just reading everyone's blogs and I started thinking about something really RANDOM.  Ok are ya'll ready.  Matt and I are planning on going to the Auburn vs. State game in September with Christian and Brooke Preus.  Well there is  a slight problem, since Auburn is great in football there seem to be no hotel rooms except at this place where you pay at the drive thru window.  HUMMMM!!!! I really don't know about that.  Those of you who know me well, know that I don't do well at dirty places,  I have to admit, I am kinda  snob about places like that.  I told Matt that I just don't think I can stay at a place where i pay for my hotel room at the drive-thur window. (I am pretty sure that Brooke is not going to like that either).  So Matt's cousin, George said that he had it all taken care of.  We were thinking a hotel room where you actually check in at the front destk.  NO.  he is a junior at AU and has the cutest girlfriend Holly.  Well she has offered her apt. which is 3 bedroom and 3 bath and she said that she and her roommates would bunk in one room and we would stay in the other two rooms.  They are only going to charge us $200.o0 total.  I don't know why that sounds funny to me, but it does.  I guess we are going to take our coolers and go to the Frat parties too.  I have keep saying that I wish I could go back to college.  I guess Matt and I will for a weekend and shack up in some sort of random girls apartments.  Something funny to tell our kids one day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36466078-3172639704602189331?l=mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/feeds/3172639704602189331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36466078&amp;postID=3172639704602189331' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/3172639704602189331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/3172639704602189331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/2007/04/cracking-up.html' title='Cracking Up!!'/><author><name>Emily Fowler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16195855523544999378</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36466078.post-9134652809990817387</id><published>2007-04-25T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:56:41.739-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Celebration's</title><content type='html'>This past week we celebrated my birthday (April 20th).  Matt's parents, brother, uncle and grandmother went to eat with us and then we came back to our house to eat cake and ice cream.  I really love celebrating birthday's mainly because my favorite dessert is birthday cake and ice cream.  Matt got my favorite cake (FoodMax in Starkville, they really have the best cakes ever) and we had a really good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/RjAWKk61BYI/AAAAAAAAAHk/G2wAgOhXwoU/s1600-h/Emily+B-Day+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/RjAWKk61BYI/AAAAAAAAAHk/G2wAgOhXwoU/s400/Emily+B-Day+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057566752501990786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Blowing out three candles, not really quite sure what the significance of three candles is, but that is all that Matt put on the cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/RjAVa061BWI/AAAAAAAAAHU/askm3up8VK4/s1600-h/Emily+B-Day+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/RjAVa061BWI/AAAAAAAAAHU/askm3up8VK4/s400/Emily+B-Day+019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057565932163237218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you are wondering why the cake is half gone is because Jake, Matt's cousin came to eat dinner with us the last night and through conversation told us that his birthday was on Monday.  Well Matt and I busted out my half eaten cake my parents gave me and put candles on it and sang Happy Birthday to him.  I think that we kinda embarrassed him, but it was funny and the cake was once again AWESOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/RjAVbU61BXI/AAAAAAAAAHc/VJc5d20YwGg/s1600-h/Emily+B-Day+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/RjAVbU61BXI/AAAAAAAAAHc/VJc5d20YwGg/s400/Emily+B-Day+020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057565940753171826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jake blowing out the candles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/RjAU2061BTI/AAAAAAAAAG8/Y-UP0mpz1As/s1600-h/Emily+B-Day+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/RjAU2061BTI/AAAAAAAAAG8/Y-UP0mpz1As/s400/Emily+B-Day+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057565313687946546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;opening gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/RjAU3k61BVI/AAAAAAAAAHM/xcK2C9IsHWo/s1600-h/Emily+B-Day+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/RjAU3k61BVI/AAAAAAAAAHM/xcK2C9IsHWo/s400/Emily+B-Day+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057565326572848466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lulu loved all the company and attention.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36466078-9134652809990817387?l=mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/feeds/9134652809990817387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36466078&amp;postID=9134652809990817387' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/9134652809990817387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/9134652809990817387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/2007/04/birthday-celebrations.html' title='Birthday Celebration&apos;s'/><author><name>Emily Fowler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16195855523544999378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/RjAWKk61BYI/AAAAAAAAAHk/G2wAgOhXwoU/s72-c/Emily+B-Day+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36466078.post-8174916879741920099</id><published>2007-04-11T14:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:56:41.752-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost Over</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/Rh1ZGSyirKI/AAAAAAAAAG0/LdH8EDDA_uQ/s1600-h/ferns+and+composite+%285%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/Rh1ZGSyirKI/AAAAAAAAAG0/LdH8EDDA_uQ/s400/ferns+and+composite+%285%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052292321637477538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, it is almost over.  I took my final exam in nursing school yesterday and I passed the class.  WOO HOO!!! When I first started school I told some of my classmates that all I wanted was for my picture to be on the wall.  I said it in a joking manner, but really was more serious than they thought.  Well here it is, my composite picture and guess what, it is going to hang on the walls of the MUW nursing school.  I can't believe that school is almost over, I can honestly say I don't know if I would go through this again.  (Those of you who have been through this understand).   The first day of school when I started, a girl who was a year ahead of me told us that  if we did not have a higher  power then we needed to find one.  That was so true, because I don't know if I could have made it through it without God and all of my friends and families prayers.  Thanks everyone for your prayers, he definitely heard them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36466078-8174916879741920099?l=mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/feeds/8174916879741920099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36466078&amp;postID=8174916879741920099' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/8174916879741920099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/8174916879741920099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/2007/04/almost-over.html' title='Almost Over'/><author><name>Emily Fowler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16195855523544999378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/Rh1ZGSyirKI/AAAAAAAAAG0/LdH8EDDA_uQ/s72-c/ferns+and+composite+%285%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36466078.post-2036533518275843249</id><published>2007-04-05T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:56:42.502-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kendell's Senior Prom</title><content type='html'>Kendell's senior prom was tonight.  I went with my mom to take pictures and to watch the senior slide show.  It seems like just yesterday my mom and dad brought her home from the hospital ( I am 9 years older than her).  It really seems like just yesterday that I was going to my senior prom and it will have been 10 years next year.  CRAZY.  I hate getting older.  She looked really pretty and she and her date have so much fun together.  I am going to miss her so much next year when she goes to Delta State.  Kendell we Love You. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/RhW2P8bZTjI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Nd-l6GHtc4k/s1600-h/kendell+prom+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/RhW2P8bZTjI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Nd-l6GHtc4k/s400/kendell+prom+035.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050142942201204274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kendell and Stirling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/RhW2QcbZTkI/AAAAAAAAAGc/L_2FttJkSWA/s1600-h/kendell+prom+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/RhW2QcbZTkI/AAAAAAAAAGc/L_2FttJkSWA/s400/kendell+prom+047.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050142950791138882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Being stupid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/RhW2Q8bZTlI/AAAAAAAAAGk/gzoCZEzbKlo/s1600-h/kendell+prom+048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/RhW2Q8bZTlI/AAAAAAAAAGk/gzoCZEzbKlo/s400/kendell+prom+048.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050142959381073490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and my baby baby sister. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/RhW2RsbZTmI/AAAAAAAAAGs/sNkmxX_-Md0/s1600-h/kendell+prom+060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/RhW2RsbZTmI/AAAAAAAAAGs/sNkmxX_-Md0/s400/kendell+prom+060.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050142972265975394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mom, Kendell, Dad and me.  (We miss you Caroline).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36466078-2036533518275843249?l=mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/feeds/2036533518275843249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36466078&amp;postID=2036533518275843249' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/2036533518275843249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/2036533518275843249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/2007/04/kendells-senior-prom.html' title='Kendell&apos;s Senior Prom'/><author><name>Emily Fowler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16195855523544999378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/RhW2P8bZTjI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Nd-l6GHtc4k/s72-c/kendell+prom+035.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36466078.post-7000272462308784315</id><published>2007-04-01T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:56:42.617-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Turkey Days</title><content type='html'>Look at Matt and the poor little turkey.  Yes this is the bird that he gets up every morning at 5:00 am to go and hunt.  Everyone says that we should get a hobby and do something together.  I will have to say as long as every hobby that Matt has requires him to get up before the rooster crows will not be a hobby of Emily's.  He told me the other day that I needed to find a hobby, and I told him I had one, it was called SLEEP.  No I really am proud that he killed this thing because he actually took a morning off today.  I will keep telling myself that it was because he wanted to engage himself in my hobby with me and sleep in, but I really think that it was because it was raining. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/Rg_7I8cmQZI/AAAAAAAAAGM/cha2Y-K_QnI/s1600-h/DSU+Weekend-Turkey+Pic+065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/Rg_7I8cmQZI/AAAAAAAAAGM/cha2Y-K_QnI/s400/DSU+Weekend-Turkey+Pic+065.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048529838389215634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36466078-7000272462308784315?l=mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/feeds/7000272462308784315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36466078&amp;postID=7000272462308784315' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/7000272462308784315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/7000272462308784315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/2007/04/turkey-days.html' title='Turkey Days'/><author><name>Emily Fowler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16195855523544999378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/Rg_7I8cmQZI/AAAAAAAAAGM/cha2Y-K_QnI/s72-c/DSU+Weekend-Turkey+Pic+065.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36466078.post-7202054019878676979</id><published>2007-03-26T18:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:56:45.804-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Robert L. Crawford Center</title><content type='html'>This past weekend we went to Delta State for the Dedication of the Robert L. Crawford Center (my late grandfather). Delta State is where my parents went to college. My dad played baseball and my mom was a cheerleader (such a cute couple). My parents and grandmother helped build this center and my dad chose to name it after his father who he was very close to. It was really neat, my family got to cut the ribbon and we were the first to tour the center. The center consisted o f a museum that was dedicated to Boo Ferris who was my dad's coach at DSU. He played for State in college and then the Boston Red Sox's . I t is a great museum and is going to be used for fans to come and look at during DSU games. The center also holds the concession stand, t-shirt stand and bathrooms. It was really nice. I took lots of pictures of the museum. If you ever get to Cleveland I would definitely recommend going to visit , especially if you are a baseball fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/RgiETyaBA0I/AAAAAAAAAGE/-4fKcFikF0s/s1600-h/DSU+Weekend-Turkey+Pic+062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/RgiETyaBA0I/AAAAAAAAAGE/-4fKcFikF0s/s400/DSU+Weekend-Turkey+Pic+062.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046428857951912770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/RgiBjiaBAzI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Ji29A7c_Udk/s1600-h/DSU+Weekend-Turkey+Pic+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/RgiBjiaBAzI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Ji29A7c_Udk/s400/DSU+Weekend-Turkey+Pic+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046425829999969074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was a the wall outside of the center with the names of players and their accomplishments at DSU.  The list that I took a picture of is a list of professional signees.  My dad's name is in the center John Crawford-1978-Detroit,  pretty cool huh.  Kendell said his name was on the wall 6 times for various things. WOW.  My name is on the KD Composite at MSU, do you think that compares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/Rgh9_iaBAuI/AAAAAAAAAFU/1aQ0B9pG6I8/s1600-h/DSU+Weekend-Turkey+Pic+024.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/Rgh9_iaBAuI/AAAAAAAAAFU/1aQ0B9pG6I8/s1600-h/DSU+Weekend-Turkey+Pic+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/Rgh9_iaBAuI/AAAAAAAAAFU/1aQ0B9pG6I8/s400/DSU+Weekend-Turkey+Pic+024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046421912989795042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This pic is totally upside down. It is in the museum (not upside down),  It is a picture of Fenway park and the DSU field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/Rgh-ACaBAvI/AAAAAAAAAFc/rf5vrGcvK8I/s1600-h/DSU+Weekend-Turkey+Pic+052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/Rgh-ACaBAvI/AAAAAAAAAFc/rf5vrGcvK8I/s400/DSU+Weekend-Turkey+Pic+052.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046421921579729650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This baseball is from 1942  check out the game and score.  This is when Boo was at MSU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/Rgh-AiaBAwI/AAAAAAAAAFk/67lotVP4eSE/s1600-h/DSU+Weekend-Turkey+Pic+058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/Rgh-AiaBAwI/AAAAAAAAAFk/67lotVP4eSE/s400/DSU+Weekend-Turkey+Pic+058.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046421930169664258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and Matt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/Rgh-BCaBAxI/AAAAAAAAAFs/wcHQ2VNPrA0/s1600-h/DSU+Weekend-Turkey+Pic+059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/Rgh-BCaBAxI/AAAAAAAAAFs/wcHQ2VNPrA0/s400/DSU+Weekend-Turkey+Pic+059.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046421938759598866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kendell, mom, and Me.  We miss you Caroline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/Rgh-BiaBAyI/AAAAAAAAAF0/lYvH0Tpv-fA/s1600-h/DSU+Weekend-Turkey+Pic+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/Rgh-BiaBAyI/AAAAAAAAAF0/lYvH0Tpv-fA/s400/DSU+Weekend-Turkey+Pic+016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046421947349533474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the World Series ring that they gave Coach Boo Ferris in 2004 when the Red Sox's won.  I usually don't like rings like this, but it really was beautiful, and HUGE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/Rgh78yaBApI/AAAAAAAAAEs/S0Axg8du6iU/s1600-h/DSU+Weekend-Turkey+Pic+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/Rgh78yaBApI/AAAAAAAAAEs/S0Axg8du6iU/s400/DSU+Weekend-Turkey+Pic+046.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046419666721899154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and Dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/Rgh79iaBAqI/AAAAAAAAAE0/2Nh2p6OE1XE/s1600-h/DSU+Weekend-Turkey+Pic+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/Rgh79iaBAqI/AAAAAAAAAE0/2Nh2p6OE1XE/s400/DSU+Weekend-Turkey+Pic+022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046419679606801058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;People touring the Museum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/Rgh7-iaBAsI/AAAAAAAAAFE/WwcweC4WE-M/s1600-h/DSU+Weekend-Turkey+Pic+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/Rgh7-iaBAsI/AAAAAAAAAFE/WwcweC4WE-M/s400/DSU+Weekend-Turkey+Pic+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046419696786670274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Museum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/Rgh7_CaBAtI/AAAAAAAAAFM/4XDSrLW7IeE/s1600-h/DSU+Weekend-Turkey+Pic+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/Rgh7_CaBAtI/AAAAAAAAAFM/4XDSrLW7IeE/s400/DSU+Weekend-Turkey+Pic+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046419705376604882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my dad and Coach Boo Ferris when my dad was at DSU. What a HOTTIE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/Rgh6JiaBAoI/AAAAAAAAAEk/TcxPSl3fVFI/s1600-h/DSU+Weekend-Turkey+Pic+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/Rgh6JiaBAoI/AAAAAAAAAEk/TcxPSl3fVFI/s400/DSU+Weekend-Turkey+Pic+055.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046417686741975682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my grandfather, he passed away in 1994. This hangs on the wall outside the center.  He and my dad were very close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/Rgh5fiaBAkI/AAAAAAAAAEE/jiCVW--A2yk/s1600-h/DSU+Weekend-Turkey+Pic+056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/Rgh5fiaBAkI/AAAAAAAAAEE/jiCVW--A2yk/s400/DSU+Weekend-Turkey+Pic+056.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046416965187469890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is hangs just below my grandfathers picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/Rgh5gSaBAlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/1i-DvAjzWE8/s1600-h/DSU+Weekend-Turkey+Pic+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/Rgh5gSaBAlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/1i-DvAjzWE8/s400/DSU+Weekend-Turkey+Pic+026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046416978072371794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My mom and dad with Boo Ferris and his wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/Rgh5gyaBAmI/AAAAAAAAAEU/uElNAMh7eO0/s1600-h/DSU+Weekend-Turkey+Pic+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/Rgh5gyaBAmI/AAAAAAAAAEU/uElNAMh7eO0/s400/DSU+Weekend-Turkey+Pic+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046416986662306402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My grandmother, mom and dad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36466078-7202054019878676979?l=mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/feeds/7202054019878676979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36466078&amp;postID=7202054019878676979' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/7202054019878676979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/7202054019878676979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/2007/03/robert-l-crawford-center.html' title='The Robert L. Crawford Center'/><author><name>Emily Fowler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16195855523544999378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/RgiETyaBA0I/AAAAAAAAAGE/-4fKcFikF0s/s72-c/DSU+Weekend-Turkey+Pic+062.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36466078.post-3965444269797211052</id><published>2007-03-20T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:56:46.232-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW YORK BOUND!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/RgCmDSaBAcI/AAAAAAAAADA/Yp9ukE5K8cQ/s1600-h/IMG_0059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/RgCmDSaBAcI/AAAAAAAAADA/Yp9ukE5K8cQ/s400/IMG_0059.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044214158065729986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/RgCmDyaBAdI/AAAAAAAAADI/4spvV3oJ-lo/s1600-h/MSU+VS.+FSU+2007+%282%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/RgCmDyaBAdI/AAAAAAAAADI/4spvV3oJ-lo/s400/MSU+VS.+FSU+2007+%282%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044214166655664594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well we are New York Bound.  So proud of the DAWGS for making it to the NIT Semi-Finals.  The game was great.  We had to sit in the upper level since we weren't here to get out tickets last week, but it really turned out not to be that bad.  My family really loves Ben Hansbrough (well I do), at one point he made a really good play (stole the ball or something) and my dad stood up and yelled, "Ben your the man."  Matt and I were cracking up.  I guess you had to be there, but those of you who know my dad probably got a kick out of it.  He just doesn't ever say things like that, it was really funny.  Anyway that is a pic from the nosebleed and the jumbotron with the final score.  GO DAWGS!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36466078-3965444269797211052?l=mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/feeds/3965444269797211052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36466078&amp;postID=3965444269797211052' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/3965444269797211052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/3965444269797211052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/2007/03/new-york-bound.html' title='NEW YORK BOUND!!!'/><author><name>Emily Fowler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16195855523544999378</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/__KXzCCg7gOk/RgCmDSaBAcI/AAAAAAAAADA/Yp9ukE5K8cQ/s72-c/IMG_0059.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36466078.post-5604704686357352493</id><published>2007-03-19T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:56:46.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Costa Rica</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/Rf9GjiaBAXI/AAAAAAAAACY/pE3owuisq2w/s1600-h/AR+Flyfishing+Nov.+2006+%2830%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/Rf9GjiaBAXI/AAAAAAAAACY/pE3owuisq2w/s400/AR+Flyfishing+Nov.+2006+%2830%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043827684023533938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My dad, Kendell and Caroline&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/Rf9GkCaBAYI/AAAAAAAAACg/74i74QYacow/s1600-h/AR+Flyfishing+Nov.+2006+%2823%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/Rf9GkCaBAYI/AAAAAAAAACg/74i74QYacow/s400/AR+Flyfishing+Nov.+2006+%2823%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043827692613468546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and Mat.  Check out that Sun Burn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/Rf9GkiaBAZI/AAAAAAAAACo/yE7GwFaymNU/s1600-h/AR+Flyfishing+Nov.+2006+%2828%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/Rf9GkiaBAZI/AAAAAAAAACo/yE7GwFaymNU/s400/AR+Flyfishing+Nov.+2006+%2828%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043827701203403154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Matt, me and My mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/Rf9GlCaBAaI/AAAAAAAAACw/2XJ3hx9l63Y/s1600-h/AR+Flyfishing+Nov.+2006+%2821%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/Rf9GlCaBAaI/AAAAAAAAACw/2XJ3hx9l63Y/s400/AR+Flyfishing+Nov.+2006+%2821%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043827709793337762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In the airport on the way home.  Looking kinda rough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/Rf9GliaBAbI/AAAAAAAAAC4/ymv75GOTo7g/s1600-h/AR+Flyfishing+Nov.+2006+%2813%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/Rf9GliaBAbI/AAAAAAAAAC4/ymv75GOTo7g/s400/AR+Flyfishing+Nov.+2006+%2813%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043827718383272370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kendell, Caroline, and Matt were playing basketball in the pool.  I couldn't really see there faces when I took this picture and you can really tell.  Kendell looks like she is in serious pain,  I guess Caroline is smiling, and Caroline said that Matt looked like Lloyd Chirstmas (Dumb and Dumber).  haha.  I thought that was really funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36466078-5604704686357352493?l=mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/feeds/5604704686357352493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36466078&amp;postID=5604704686357352493' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/5604704686357352493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/5604704686357352493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/2007/03/costa-rica-continued.html' title='Costa Rica'/><author><name>Emily Fowler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16195855523544999378</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/__KXzCCg7gOk/Rf9GjiaBAXI/AAAAAAAAACY/pE3owuisq2w/s72-c/AR+Flyfishing+Nov.+2006+%2830%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36466078.post-4705235254922362620</id><published>2007-03-19T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:56:46.341-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Costa Rica Continued</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/Rf9CoyaBASI/AAAAAAAAABw/Rbp9BXYDHJA/s1600-h/AR+Flyfishing+Nov.+2006+%2819%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/Rf9CoyaBASI/AAAAAAAAABw/Rbp9BXYDHJA/s400/AR+Flyfishing+Nov.+2006+%2819%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043823376171335970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;laying out by the pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/Rf9CpiaBATI/AAAAAAAAAB4/x4pi_vKtGMI/s1600-h/AR+Flyfishing+Nov.+2006+%2814%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/Rf9CpiaBATI/AAAAAAAAAB4/x4pi_vKtGMI/s400/AR+Flyfishing+Nov.+2006+%2814%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043823389056237874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dinner the first night at the resort with my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/Rf9CqCaBAUI/AAAAAAAAACA/KLg_n_-tLPk/s1600-h/AR+Flyfishing+Nov.+2006+%2818%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/Rf9CqCaBAUI/AAAAAAAAACA/KLg_n_-tLPk/s400/AR+Flyfishing+Nov.+2006+%2818%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043823397646172482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Caroline and Kendell (aren't they cute)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/Rf9CrCaBAWI/AAAAAAAAACQ/M5hi7FU9Kio/s1600-h/AR+Flyfishing+Nov.+2006+%2820%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/Rf9CrCaBAWI/AAAAAAAAACQ/M5hi7FU9Kio/s400/AR+Flyfishing+Nov.+2006+%2820%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043823414826041698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My family after dinner the last night in Costa Rica. We had a great time.  We went white water rafting the first day we were there.  I am still working on posting those pictures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36466078-4705235254922362620?l=mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/feeds/4705235254922362620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36466078&amp;postID=4705235254922362620' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/4705235254922362620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/4705235254922362620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/2007/03/costa-rica.html' title='Costa Rica Continued'/><author><name>Emily Fowler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16195855523544999378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/Rf9CoyaBASI/AAAAAAAAABw/Rbp9BXYDHJA/s72-c/AR+Flyfishing+Nov.+2006+%2819%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36466078.post-5874413516253053520</id><published>2007-03-19T14:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:56:46.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MPSA All-Star Game</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/Rf8KxaoY43I/AAAAAAAAABo/rAoCOWsU7L0/s1600-h/AR+Flyfishing+Nov.+2006+%283%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/Rf8KxaoY43I/AAAAAAAAABo/rAoCOWsU7L0/s400/AR+Flyfishing+Nov.+2006+%283%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043761951756837746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Aunt Carol, Kendell, Mom, and Me with my grandmother. She made the trip from Cleveland. She was funny she got mad at the girl sitting next to her because she was yelling for the other team. She kept telling the girl to quit yelling against Kendell's team. (She is 86)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/Rf8HsaoY4yI/AAAAAAAAABA/ZOz_VVSLdAQ/s1600-h/AR+Flyfishing+Nov.+2006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/Rf8HsaoY4yI/AAAAAAAAABA/ZOz_VVSLdAQ/s400/AR+Flyfishing+Nov.+2006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043758567322608418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and Kendell at the All-Star game.  She played really good and said that she had a blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/Rf8HtaoY40I/AAAAAAAAABQ/lIhqYVfLtRg/s1600-h/AR+Flyfishing+Nov.+2006+%284%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/Rf8HtaoY40I/AAAAAAAAABQ/lIhqYVfLtRg/s400/AR+Flyfishing+Nov.+2006+%284%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043758584502477634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Matt and Kendell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/Rf8Ht6oY41I/AAAAAAAAABY/GW7ID69Wc1M/s1600-h/AR+Flyfishing+Nov.+2006+%285%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/Rf8Ht6oY41I/AAAAAAAAABY/GW7ID69Wc1M/s400/AR+Flyfishing+Nov.+2006+%285%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043758593092412242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My mom was a crazy picture taker.  She was running around taking pictures of everyone.  It was really funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/Rf8HuaoY42I/AAAAAAAAABg/8e2KRLPsvvU/s1600-h/AR+Flyfishing+Nov.+2006+%286%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/Rf8HuaoY42I/AAAAAAAAABg/8e2KRLPsvvU/s400/AR+Flyfishing+Nov.+2006+%286%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043758601682346850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kendell with Mo Bell from MRA .  They are both going to Delta State next year to play basketball.  Maybe they will be roomies.  Kendell's team (the North) lost by three points, it was the closest all-star game I have ever been too.  When I played we lost by 20 and when Caroline played they won by 20, so her's was very interesting.  It was fun and she was so happy.   Go Kendell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36466078-5874413516253053520?l=mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/feeds/5874413516253053520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36466078&amp;postID=5874413516253053520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/5874413516253053520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/5874413516253053520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/2007/03/mpsa-all-star-game.html' title='MPSA All-Star Game'/><author><name>Emily Fowler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16195855523544999378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/Rf8KxaoY43I/AAAAAAAAABo/rAoCOWsU7L0/s72-c/AR+Flyfishing+Nov.+2006+%283%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36466078.post-2949534269673961152</id><published>2007-03-09T15:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:56:46.839-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Great to be an MSU DAWG!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/RfHuoqoY4xI/AAAAAAAAAA4/uZIwseP4zGg/s1600-h/gordonj_act_360w_012707.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/RfHuoqoY4xI/AAAAAAAAAA4/uZIwseP4zGg/s400/gordonj_act_360w_012707.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040071840410166034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am so freaking PUMPED.  I left school early today to come home and watch the game and I am so glad that I did.  During the game I was yelling and screaming, and every time I would Lulu would run around the house barking.  So we were both cheering on the dawgs.  I was so frustrated at the end of regulation that I went outside to take the Lulu out with 5 seconds to go because I just knew that we had lost.  Then I came back inside and there was 5 min on the clock.  I was like WHAT????  I am so pumped.  Almost every year my family goes to the Tourney (even if we aren't any good), and let me tell you it is the best feeling to beat Kentucky.  They bring so many fans it is like a Kentucky Wildcat home game.  I would have loved to have been there to see all of those sad Wildcat faces.  Tomorrow it is on, Gary Ervin is going to wish he had stayed at State.  Go DAWGS beat the HOGS!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36466078-2949534269673961152?l=mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/feeds/2949534269673961152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36466078&amp;postID=2949534269673961152' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/2949534269673961152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/2949534269673961152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/2007/03/its-great-to-be-msu-dawg.html' title='It&apos;s Great to be an MSU DAWG!!!!'/><author><name>Emily Fowler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16195855523544999378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/RfHuoqoY4xI/AAAAAAAAAA4/uZIwseP4zGg/s72-c/gordonj_act_360w_012707.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36466078.post-9047881561027084564</id><published>2007-03-07T16:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:56:47.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Camera and School Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/Re9fmntWO7I/AAAAAAAAAAg/qBkWs6sOe2U/s1600-h/IMG_0007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/Re9fmntWO7I/AAAAAAAAAAg/qBkWs6sOe2U/s400/IMG_0007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039351625149725618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today we went to Olive Gardent to celebrate out last day of clinicals ever!!!  YIPPEE SKIPPY!!!!  I took some pictures of my nursing school friends with my new camera.  DOUBLE YIPPEE SKIPPY!!!  We all looked like big GOOBERS because we had on those oh so flattering MUW uniforms. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/Re9fnHtWO8I/AAAAAAAAAAo/EFkab2Ilmhw/s1600-h/IMG_0010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/Re9fnHtWO8I/AAAAAAAAAAo/EFkab2Ilmhw/s400/IMG_0010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039351633739660226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The whole gang including Mrs. Sparks.  We spent our last rotation in Tupelo at NMCC on the cardiac floor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/Re9fnXtWO9I/AAAAAAAAAAw/rdv5vEVWOtg/s1600-h/IMG_0011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/Re9fnXtWO9I/AAAAAAAAAAw/rdv5vEVWOtg/s400/IMG_0011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039351638034627538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Kerri.  My all time study buddy.  Sometimes I feel like I spend more time with her than I do Matt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36466078-9047881561027084564?l=mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/feeds/9047881561027084564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36466078&amp;postID=9047881561027084564' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/9047881561027084564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/9047881561027084564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/2007/03/new-camera-and-school-friends.html' title='New Camera and School Friends'/><author><name>Emily Fowler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16195855523544999378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/Re9fmntWO7I/AAAAAAAAAAg/qBkWs6sOe2U/s72-c/IMG_0007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36466078.post-4501617261748086253</id><published>2007-03-05T19:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T19:12:11.155-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Camera Update</title><content type='html'>I am planning on getting a new camera tomorrow.  Matt and I are leaving for COSTA RICA on Sunday, and I refuse to leave without a camera (ok, so it would only probably wouldn't take to much twisting of the arm to get me on the plane).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36466078-4501617261748086253?l=mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/feeds/4501617261748086253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36466078&amp;postID=4501617261748086253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/4501617261748086253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/4501617261748086253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/2007/03/camera-update.html' title='Camera Update'/><author><name>Emily Fowler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16195855523544999378</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-36466078.post-623142038667695460</id><published>2007-03-04T19:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:56:47.495-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye DAYS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/ReuMH8P9WsI/AAAAAAAAAAY/paU6kaukjLg/s1600-h/DOOL+logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/ReuMH8P9WsI/AAAAAAAAAAY/paU6kaukjLg/s400/DOOL+logo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038274676204067522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I usually don't give anything up for lent, but this year I decided that I was going to do it and not cheat.  Usually I decided to give up something that is totally unrealistic for me, but this year I have picked something that I really think is do-able.  Yes, I have given up Days of Our Lives (aka DAYS).  Out of all of my years in college I never seemed to get addicted to this silly show, but since I have moved to Columbus, it has become a total obsession.  If I miss it during the day I will usually watch it 10:00 p.m.  on the Soap Net.  As if that was not psycho enough, if I missed it during the week and at night I would just watch it on Sunday on the Soap Net to catch the day(s) that I missed.  So far I am doing ok. Last week I almost had a weak moment while I was working out.  It came on the TV just as I was getting of the treadmill, so to avoid the show I ran to the tanning bed.  So instead of poisoning my mind with stupid unrealistic stories, I decided to subject myself to skin cancer (and it felt so good).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36466078-623142038667695460?l=mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/feeds/623142038667695460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36466078&amp;postID=623142038667695460' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/623142038667695460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/623142038667695460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/2007/03/goodbye-days.html' title='Goodbye DAYS!'/><author><name>Emily Fowler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16195855523544999378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/ReuMH8P9WsI/AAAAAAAAAAY/paU6kaukjLg/s72-c/DOOL+logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36466078.post-6677024485256282176</id><published>2007-02-28T16:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:56:47.739-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who is having a BABY???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/ReYa8TvNaBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4laI5wq5gBw/s1600-h/Seaside-August+2006+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/ReYa8TvNaBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4laI5wq5gBw/s400/Seaside-August+2006+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036742856653236242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure that most of you have heard, but just wanted to make the announcement Chris is pregnant.  It is almost official, all of my college roommate's are either with child or have a little one.  Congrats Chris (and Sam)  send a shout out and I will pass it along.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36466078-6677024485256282176?l=mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/feeds/6677024485256282176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36466078&amp;postID=6677024485256282176' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/6677024485256282176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/6677024485256282176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/2007/02/who-is-having-baby.html' title='Who is having a BABY???'/><author><name>Emily Fowler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16195855523544999378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KXzCCg7gOk/ReYa8TvNaBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4laI5wq5gBw/s72-c/Seaside-August+2006+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36466078.post-8817110456384310938</id><published>2007-02-21T15:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T15:46:47.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My new favorite place</title><content type='html'>Well I will have to say that moving back to Columbus has not always been my most favorite experience in life, but I will have to say that it has gotten better in 2007 because of my new found secret.  BELLADERMA AESTHETICS.  Yes it is the best place in Columbus and yes I am obsessed with it.  It all started with any eyebrow wax and it has turned into so much more.  The best thing about it is that my eyebrows grow extremely fast so I get to go every two weeks.  :)  Since I have been going I have experienced a facial, eyebrow wax and just today a lash tint (yes, she dyed my eyelashes so that I don't have to put mascara on for 4 weeks)  This is so great since I have super sensitive eyes  ( I found this out when I started wearing contacts).  On March 7th I am getting another eyebrow wax as well as a bikini wax and a microderm abrasion (not real sure what that is, but I am super excited).  If you don't already have a skin spa that you regularly attend, I really urge you to find one.  (this is the point of this post) It really is such a great escape.  So go out and find one that is convenient for you.  GIRLS YOU ARE WORTH THIS EXTRA TREAT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36466078-8817110456384310938?l=mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/feeds/8817110456384310938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36466078&amp;postID=8817110456384310938' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/8817110456384310938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/8817110456384310938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-new-favorite-place.html' title='My new favorite place'/><author><name>Emily Fowler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16195855523544999378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36466078.post-6477969228375427560</id><published>2007-02-14T14:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T14:37:13.531-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentines Day</title><content type='html'>I hope everyone is having a Happy Valentines.  Matt and I are going to the Mississippi State basketball game tonight to cheer on the Bulldogs as they take on the Razorbacks.  Hope that everyone is doing something that is memorable for V-day 2007.  I still have no camera.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36466078-6477969228375427560?l=mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/feeds/6477969228375427560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36466078&amp;postID=6477969228375427560' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/6477969228375427560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/6477969228375427560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Valentines Day'/><author><name>Emily Fowler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16195855523544999378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36466078.post-117088814327609400</id><published>2007-02-07T14:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T14:42:23.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Get Excited</title><content type='html'>If you visit my blog frequently, don't get excited, because I have not gotten a new camera yet.  That picture of Lulu is from my old camera and Rebecca took the one when she was little.  So yes, my camera(s) are still dead and buried.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36466078-117088814327609400?l=mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/feeds/117088814327609400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36466078&amp;postID=117088814327609400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/117088814327609400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/117088814327609400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/2007/02/dont-get-excited_07.html' title='Don&apos;t Get Excited'/><author><name>Emily Fowler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16195855523544999378</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-36466078.post-117073706312692470</id><published>2007-02-05T20:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T20:44:23.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Lulu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4918/4075/1600/777747/baby%20lulu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4918/4075/320/652874/baby%20lulu.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4918/4075/1600/365425/IMG_1814.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4918/4075/320/28651/IMG_1814.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at how big she has gotten.  My baby is going up.   She really is the sweetest dog in the world.  I bet if she could talk she would tell that I am the best mom in the world and she loves me to pieces.  In the bottom picture she was sleeping on the couch with me until someone woke her up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36466078-117073706312692470?l=mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/feeds/117073706312692470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36466078&amp;postID=117073706312692470' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/117073706312692470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/117073706312692470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/2007/02/sweet-lulu.html' title='Sweet Lulu'/><author><name>Emily Fowler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16195855523544999378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36466078.post-116975945341404340</id><published>2007-01-25T12:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T13:10:53.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Dead Camera's</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4918/4075/1600/629076/IMG_0689.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4918/4075/320/346751/IMG_0689.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so I told you earlier that my camera was sick, well it is offical, it is now DEAD.  Matt called Cannon and they told me that I would just be better off buying a new one.  At first I was like "I don't need a new one because Matt bought a digital water proof camera, so I will just use his."  When I asked him about it his exact words were "Let's not talk about the camera."  HMMMM!!! That sounds shady.  Come to find out Matt took his new camera duck hunting and our son Tucker knocked into the water.  SURE!!  So now it is at the bottom of some pond.  So we have no camera(s).  So I am going to buy a new one sometime, but I have no idea what I want.  I did have a Cannon Elf, I have no idea what Matt bought because it was only with us for a short time (1 month).  Any suggestions????  So today I am going to leave you all with a tiny piece of the life of the Cannon Elf with one final picture. &lt;br /&gt;P.S.  If you haven't checked Caroline's blog, she is going to Justin Timberlake's concert in March.  I am SUPER JEALOUS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36466078-116975945341404340?l=mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/feeds/116975945341404340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36466078&amp;postID=116975945341404340' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/116975945341404340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/116975945341404340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/2007/01/two-dead-cameras.html' title='Two Dead Camera&apos;s'/><author><name>Emily Fowler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16195855523544999378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36466078.post-116915338928860797</id><published>2007-01-18T12:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T12:49:49.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Caroline's Blog</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone.  I just wanted you all to know that you really need to check out my sisters blog. It is www.untitledwinnings.blogspot.com,  If you read it I am sure that you will find yourself laughing.  That is all that I am going to say about that.  You must go to her blog if you want to be entertained.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36466078-116915338928860797?l=mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/feeds/116915338928860797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36466078&amp;postID=116915338928860797' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/116915338928860797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/116915338928860797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/2007/01/carolines-blog.html' title='Caroline&apos;s Blog'/><author><name>Emily Fowler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16195855523544999378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36466078.post-116863626203175152</id><published>2007-01-12T13:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T13:16:20.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Julie, Jack, and new Addition Jackson.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4918/4075/1600/3329/Jackson%20Riekhof.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4918/4075/400/615590/Jackson%20Riekhof.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4918/4075/1600/460702/Riekhofs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4918/4075/400/813057/Riekhofs.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey everyone,  my camera is still sick.  Sorry.  I do have some pictures of Julie and Jack Riekhof and their new addition Jackson Temple.  He was born in November.  (I can't really remember the exact date)  Julie was at home for 2 weeks during Christmas and I did not even make a point to go and see her.  I should have I know since she now lives far away and Jackson is so little and cute.  anyway hope you all enjoy the pics.  I could not get the pictures to enlarge so you might have to click on them to get a better view.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36466078-116863626203175152?l=mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/feeds/116863626203175152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36466078&amp;postID=116863626203175152' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/116863626203175152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/116863626203175152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/2007/01/julie-jack-and-new-addition-jackson.html' title='Julie, Jack, and new Addition Jackson.'/><author><name>Emily Fowler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16195855523544999378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36466078.post-116767091143952368</id><published>2007-01-01T08:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T09:01:51.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick Camera</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone!!  I am sure that you have all noticed that I have not posted anything lately.  Well the reason being is because my camera has had a malfunction.  I am working on getting it fixed, but I am not very smart at doing things like that.  For example I took my iPod that I got for Christmas back to Best Buy because I was positive that it did not work.  Well my dumb self had not downloaded iTunes.  I am sure that that Best Buy employee was thinking "I have got a smart one on my hands."  My very electronically sister Caroline came over and fixed it for me, (She so Smart).   As soon as I get my sick camera well there will be more post.  Hope everyone had a Merry Christmas and  a has a Blessed New Year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36466078-116767091143952368?l=mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/feeds/116767091143952368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36466078&amp;postID=116767091143952368' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/116767091143952368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/116767091143952368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/2007/01/sick-camera.html' title='Sick Camera'/><author><name>Emily Fowler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16195855523544999378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36466078.post-116621289481434207</id><published>2006-12-15T11:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T12:02:44.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Son Tucker.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4918/4075/1600/867096/workshop18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4918/4075/400/85620/workshop18.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I feel like I tend to neglect our other child, but he really is the smartest out of the two. All Lulu can do is sit when I offer her a treat, but Tucker can sit at the table and eat with a fork. haha. No he really is a smart dog and I wanted to share some pictures. Matt is training him and then just a perfect pose. Enjoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4918/4075/1600/469614/workshop%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4918/4075/400/519926/workshop%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4918/4075/1600/107810/Tuck%20in%20April"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4918/4075/400/134201/Tuck%20in%20April%20%2704.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36466078-116621289481434207?l=mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/feeds/116621289481434207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36466078&amp;postID=116621289481434207' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/116621289481434207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/116621289481434207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/2006/12/our-son-tucker.html' title='Our Son Tucker.'/><author><name>Emily Fowler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16195855523544999378</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-36466078.post-116597661625840130</id><published>2006-12-12T18:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T18:23:36.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Comments By my Hairdresser</title><content type='html'>Ok, so most of you know my past story about going to get my haircut.  Well if you don't I have been going to this girl for over a year now and I really like her.  She is in West Point and her shop is called "The Bink."  It is named after her daughters pacifier.  ( I know that is really random).  Well about this time last year I was really bored and cut all of my hair off.  I liked it for about 3 months, but since then I have been trying to grow it back out.  I have been trying everything, like taking prenatal vitamins, I don't think that it is making my hair grow, but definetly my nails.  Yesterday I went to buy some more viatmins and Deb the wal-mart check out girl started saying "Whoo Hoo, well looks like someone is trying to have a baby, how is it going."  Really loud.  I quickly corrected her and told her I was trying to grow my hair out.  Anyway, I got a little side tracked.  The last time I went to get my hair cut, she told me it looked like a mullet.  She is really blunt.  So yes now you can say that you know a girl who has had a mullet.  Well today I asked her about getting some bangs.  She said that bangs were "in", but she did not suggest that I got them because I would look like Peppermint Patty.  I don't even know what Peppermint Patty looks like, but apparently she is not very cute.  So needless to say I did not come home with bangs.  Stay tuned for I am sure another interesting comment my hairdresser, but It won't be until Feburary.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36466078-116597661625840130?l=mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/feeds/116597661625840130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36466078&amp;postID=116597661625840130' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/116597661625840130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/116597661625840130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/2006/12/random-comments-by-my-hairdresser.html' title='Random Comments By my Hairdresser'/><author><name>Emily Fowler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16195855523544999378</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-36466078.post-116590135053982059</id><published>2006-12-11T13:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T21:29:10.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you Tired???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4918/4075/1600/213554/IMG_1863.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4918/4075/400/255609/IMG_1863.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The other night we had company over.  Looks like Matt and Lulu thought they were pretty boring.  haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4918/4075/1600/26990/IMG_1847.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4918/4075/400/310572/IMG_1847.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36466078-116590135053982059?l=mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/feeds/116590135053982059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36466078&amp;postID=116590135053982059' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/116590135053982059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36466078/posts/default/116590135053982059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattandemilycfowler.blogspot.com/2006/12/are-you-tired.html' title='Are you Tired???'/><author><name>Emily Fowler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16195855523544999378</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></feed>
