<?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-1721424700729604599</id><updated>2011-07-07T18:06:57.231-07:00</updated><category term='http://bp2.blogger.com/_igTyBdJlWxI/SE4LNOhGAhI/AAAAAAAAAAc/JZA7YmTRLUI/s1600-h/IMG_5559.jpg'/><title type='text'>The Lutz Clan</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lutz-clan.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1721424700729604599/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lutz-clan.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01227053190324426138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_igTyBdJlWxI/SWvLiXRb5UI/AAAAAAAAAFk/AfIrxlMyTas/S220/andrea.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1721424700729604599.post-2764227872789710659</id><published>2009-06-17T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T10:27:15.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>William Lawrence Lutz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_igTyBdJlWxI/Sjkl4SuUiCI/AAAAAAAAAKs/t0GV1ItqK7E/s1600-h/Temp+folder+251.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348347681508198434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_igTyBdJlWxI/Sjkl4SuUiCI/AAAAAAAAAKs/t0GV1ItqK7E/s400/Temp+folder+251.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_igTyBdJlWxI/Sjkl3x9BWvI/AAAAAAAAAKk/q96HU-__OBI/s1600-h/Temp+folder+108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348347672711486194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_igTyBdJlWxI/Sjkl3x9BWvI/AAAAAAAAAKk/q96HU-__OBI/s400/Temp+folder+108.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_igTyBdJlWxI/Sjkl3qZT_uI/AAAAAAAAAKc/pZ-520jh3UU/s1600-h/Temp+folder+095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348347670682664674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_igTyBdJlWxI/Sjkl3qZT_uI/AAAAAAAAAKc/pZ-520jh3UU/s400/Temp+folder+095.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_igTyBdJlWxI/Sjkl3CzE8UI/AAAAAAAAAKU/oqfN3rPP0gk/s1600-h/Temp+folder+082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348347660053311810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_igTyBdJlWxI/Sjkl3CzE8UI/AAAAAAAAAKU/oqfN3rPP0gk/s400/Temp+folder+082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_igTyBdJlWxI/Sjkl3BJTfSI/AAAAAAAAAKM/lFAfHhq-aoY/s1600-h/Temp+folder+080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348347659609668898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_igTyBdJlWxI/Sjkl3BJTfSI/AAAAAAAAAKM/lFAfHhq-aoY/s400/Temp+folder+080.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_igTyBdJlWxI/SjkkWoIT3PI/AAAAAAAAAKE/zBxeW9cfVMc/s1600-h/William.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348346003627171058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 374px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_igTyBdJlWxI/SjkkWoIT3PI/AAAAAAAAAKE/zBxeW9cfVMc/s400/William.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sorry for taking so long in getting William on here. We have had quite a busy four weeks. He is growing like a weed and is so cute. He, of course, looks just like his brother's, but has red hair. I now have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;blond&lt;/span&gt;, brunette and redhead. It will probably change as he gets older, but for now it is really fun to see. He gained a pound and an inch by the time he was 2 weeks old and is still growing like a weed. It is hard to keep up with feeding him since he thinks he is always hungry! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He has a bit of an eye infection right now, but it seems to be getting better with the medicine he is taking.  He also has an umbilical hernia that the doctor said would go down with time.  If it isn't gone by the time he is five they will do surgery to remove it.  Hopefully it won't come to that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jonathan and Ethan love their baby brother.  Ethan loves to hug and kiss him and Jonathan wants to hold him all the time.  Most of the time they don't even notice he is there.  It has been really great to see them adjust so well.  &lt;/span&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/1721424700729604599-2764227872789710659?l=lutz-clan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lutz-clan.blogspot.com/feeds/2764227872789710659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1721424700729604599&amp;postID=2764227872789710659' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1721424700729604599/posts/default/2764227872789710659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1721424700729604599/posts/default/2764227872789710659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lutz-clan.blogspot.com/2009/06/william-lawrence-lutz.html' title='William Lawrence Lutz'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01227053190324426138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_igTyBdJlWxI/SWvLiXRb5UI/AAAAAAAAAFk/AfIrxlMyTas/S220/andrea.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_igTyBdJlWxI/Sjkl4SuUiCI/AAAAAAAAAKs/t0GV1ItqK7E/s72-c/Temp+folder+251.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1721424700729604599.post-963351855154278226</id><published>2009-02-21T18:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T18:07:56.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Jonathan Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;I don't have a picture to go with this, but I really need to post it before I forget.  I was watching my friend Marcy's kids and my boys were there as well playing.  Kristen called Marcy's house saying she needed to drop off a dish that Marcy had brought dinner to her in and I said I would take it.  When she arrived all the kids, of course, ran to the door to see who it was.  Kristen handed me the casserole dish, which was empty, and we started chatting.  Jonathan, who didn't have a good view from below us looked up at Kristen and said, "Kristen, I didn't know you could cook!"  I am just relieved to say that she has a great sense of humor and we got a good laugh out of that.  I still chuckle when I think of it.  Kristen, of course, can cook and Jonathan was a little confused because I made her dinner when she had little Jane.  He takes things quite literally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1721424700729604599-963351855154278226?l=lutz-clan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lutz-clan.blogspot.com/feeds/963351855154278226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1721424700729604599&amp;postID=963351855154278226' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1721424700729604599/posts/default/963351855154278226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1721424700729604599/posts/default/963351855154278226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lutz-clan.blogspot.com/2009/02/funny-jonathan-story.html' title='Funny Jonathan Story'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01227053190324426138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_igTyBdJlWxI/SWvLiXRb5UI/AAAAAAAAAFk/AfIrxlMyTas/S220/andrea.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1721424700729604599.post-4561315774161788889</id><published>2009-02-10T19:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T19:31:48.265-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Bedding</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_igTyBdJlWxI/SZJDxIOR0xI/AAAAAAAAAJc/daCNu522HQI/s1600-h/DSCN0352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301374222668518162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_igTyBdJlWxI/SZJDxIOR0xI/AAAAAAAAAJc/daCNu522HQI/s400/DSCN0352.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; I finally got to replace the bedding Keith's mom bought us for Christmas today. I love it and I think that Keith will like it as well. He seems to be the most opinionated husband when it comes to decorating the house. Anyway, I put all of it on the bed and of course then proceeded to take pictures to email Keith. The boys and I then ran to the park and the store. When we got home we ate a quick dinner then got ready for bed. I walked into my room to find that my white embroidered pillows were missing from my bed and thrown haphazardly on the floor. I was a little confused considering we had only been home for a short time and the boys weren't in my room, that I knew of. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;After Jonathan was done brushing his teeth he came into my room where I was practicing piano waiting for him. He then said, "Mom do you like the bed now?" I, of course, responded with a yes thinking he was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;referring&lt;/span&gt; to the new bedding. He then went on to say, "I had to take off the white pillows, Mom, they don't belong." I am a little stunned at this point thinking that my son is telling me how to decorate my house at the tender age of four so I don't yet have a response. He then pulls the bag that the new bedding came in and showed me the picture and says, "See, Mom, there are no white pillows in this picture. Didn't you see that when you made the bed?" I was, at this point, trying to contain my mirth, with difficulty, and told him that I like the white pillows on the bed. He gave me his "worried" look, which I don't have a picture of yet, and said, "Okay, Mom, whatever you want," he then walked to his room for bed. I am still laughing about the whole thing. How do our kids grow up so fast? (Luckily he missed the pink pillow!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1721424700729604599-4561315774161788889?l=lutz-clan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lutz-clan.blogspot.com/feeds/4561315774161788889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1721424700729604599&amp;postID=4561315774161788889' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1721424700729604599/posts/default/4561315774161788889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1721424700729604599/posts/default/4561315774161788889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lutz-clan.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-bedding.html' title='New Bedding'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01227053190324426138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_igTyBdJlWxI/SWvLiXRb5UI/AAAAAAAAAFk/AfIrxlMyTas/S220/andrea.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_igTyBdJlWxI/SZJDxIOR0xI/AAAAAAAAAJc/daCNu522HQI/s72-c/DSCN0352.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1721424700729604599.post-3772939530756225055</id><published>2009-01-28T22:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T22:15:17.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Fun with the Boys</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_igTyBdJlWxI/SYFH7NZnXUI/AAAAAAAAAJM/-wIKv6zRuBE/s1600-h/chuck+e+cheese+family+night+jan+26+2009+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296593719299366210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_igTyBdJlWxI/SYFH7NZnXUI/AAAAAAAAAJM/-wIKv6zRuBE/s400/chuck+e+cheese+family+night+jan+26+2009+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I wanted to get a good picture of both the boys, but Ethan was not being cooperative.  He had to have Jake hold him while I took the pic of them.  Hopefully Mom will be able to print this off.  I don't know how good it will be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_igTyBdJlWxI/SYFH7A0xQAI/AAAAAAAAAJE/WtwyPhQWoY8/s1600-h/chuck+e+cheese+family+night+jan+26+2009+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296593715923599362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_igTyBdJlWxI/SYFH7A0xQAI/AAAAAAAAAJE/WtwyPhQWoY8/s400/chuck+e+cheese+family+night+jan+26+2009+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ethan is the entertainer in the family.  We were sitting down to lunch and he normally tries to find ways to make Jonathan and I laugh.  It doesn't take much to make Jonathan laugh and that suits Ethan just fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_igTyBdJlWxI/SYFH6hTZ89I/AAAAAAAAAI8/igAljqUH-MY/s1600-h/chuck+e+cheese+family+night+jan+26+2009+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296593707462161362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_igTyBdJlWxI/SYFH6hTZ89I/AAAAAAAAAI8/igAljqUH-MY/s400/chuck+e+cheese+family+night+jan+26+2009+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is Ethan eating his food while throwing his head back and popping it in his mouth.  It was making Jonathan laugh so he kept repeating it.  It was really cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_igTyBdJlWxI/SYFH6Yr3TsI/AAAAAAAAAI0/KkHvi8-ftIQ/s1600-h/chuck+e+cheese+family+night+jan+26+2009+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296593705148829378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_igTyBdJlWxI/SYFH6Yr3TsI/AAAAAAAAAI0/KkHvi8-ftIQ/s400/chuck+e+cheese+family+night+jan+26+2009+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jonathan insisted that I take a picture of him with this cat.  I don't know why, but he was happy to see it.  I think he can be so sweet sometimes.  It really is nice to have these moments with him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1721424700729604599-3772939530756225055?l=lutz-clan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lutz-clan.blogspot.com/feeds/3772939530756225055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1721424700729604599&amp;postID=3772939530756225055' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1721424700729604599/posts/default/3772939530756225055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1721424700729604599/posts/default/3772939530756225055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lutz-clan.blogspot.com/2009/01/random-fun-with-boys.html' title='Random Fun with the Boys'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01227053190324426138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_igTyBdJlWxI/SWvLiXRb5UI/AAAAAAAAAFk/AfIrxlMyTas/S220/andrea.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_igTyBdJlWxI/SYFH7NZnXUI/AAAAAAAAAJM/-wIKv6zRuBE/s72-c/chuck+e+cheese+family+night+jan+26+2009+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1721424700729604599.post-3525431496638552444</id><published>2009-01-28T21:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T22:06:07.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun FHE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;On Monday we went to Chuck E Cheese for family night.  Keith has been gone a lot heading up a project for work so this was the first night in over a week that we got to see Daddy.  We made him an invitation out of construction paper and markers then Jonathan insisted that we wrap it so Daddy could open it.  I got a picture of them next to the present.  They were so happy to have made it for him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_igTyBdJlWxI/SYFFnrM4L5I/AAAAAAAAAIs/cwVPCRjsjuY/s1600-h/chuck+e+cheese+family+night+jan+26+2009+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296591184678367122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_igTyBdJlWxI/SYFFnrM4L5I/AAAAAAAAAIs/cwVPCRjsjuY/s400/chuck+e+cheese+family+night+jan+26+2009+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_igTyBdJlWxI/SYFFnBOr1cI/AAAAAAAAAIk/9iceAG8kCns/s1600-h/chuck+e+cheese+family+night+jan+26+2009+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296591173411657154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_igTyBdJlWxI/SYFFnBOr1cI/AAAAAAAAAIk/9iceAG8kCns/s400/chuck+e+cheese+family+night+jan+26+2009+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jonathan and Ethan both loved the "roller coaster" ride and insisted on several turns on it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_igTyBdJlWxI/SYFFm35fixI/AAAAAAAAAIc/bhl-UzGlMWs/s1600-h/chuck+e+cheese+family+night+jan+26+2009+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296591170906852114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_igTyBdJlWxI/SYFFm35fixI/AAAAAAAAAIc/bhl-UzGlMWs/s400/chuck+e+cheese+family+night+jan+26+2009+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is the only real smile I could get on camera the entire night.  You would think that the boys would be happier to be out at Chuck E Cheese, but I guess they were too intent on enjoying the fun and didn't want to pose for pics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_igTyBdJlWxI/SYFFmxtP7fI/AAAAAAAAAIU/cRc_tRMBML4/s1600-h/chuck+e+cheese+family+night+jan+26+2009+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296591169244884466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_igTyBdJlWxI/SYFFmxtP7fI/AAAAAAAAAIU/cRc_tRMBML4/s400/chuck+e+cheese+family+night+jan+26+2009+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ethan rode this car at least five times.  He didn't crack a smile once, but he wouldn't get off of it.  It was rather humorous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_igTyBdJlWxI/SYFFmumDwaI/AAAAAAAAAIM/0bHDWRhD2jQ/s1600-h/chuck+e+cheese+family+night+jan+26+2009+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296591168409420194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_igTyBdJlWxI/SYFFmumDwaI/AAAAAAAAAIM/0bHDWRhD2jQ/s400/chuck+e+cheese+family+night+jan+26+2009+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is the first thing that they did when Keith arrived.  Jonathan actually made a basket and couldn't stop talking about it.&lt;/span&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/1721424700729604599-3525431496638552444?l=lutz-clan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lutz-clan.blogspot.com/feeds/3525431496638552444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1721424700729604599&amp;postID=3525431496638552444' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1721424700729604599/posts/default/3525431496638552444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1721424700729604599/posts/default/3525431496638552444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lutz-clan.blogspot.com/2009/01/fun-fhe.html' title='Fun FHE'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01227053190324426138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_igTyBdJlWxI/SWvLiXRb5UI/AAAAAAAAAFk/AfIrxlMyTas/S220/andrea.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_igTyBdJlWxI/SYFFnrM4L5I/AAAAAAAAAIs/cwVPCRjsjuY/s72-c/chuck+e+cheese+family+night+jan+26+2009+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1721424700729604599.post-1107695824083890353</id><published>2009-01-21T10:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T10:40:34.108-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jonathan and Ethan are growing so fast!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_igTyBdJlWxI/SXdosZc8WTI/AAAAAAAAAH8/WGY_RrodbJk/s1600-h/J+CTR5+and+Ethan+Haircut+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293814998953122098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_igTyBdJlWxI/SXdosZc8WTI/AAAAAAAAAH8/WGY_RrodbJk/s400/J+CTR5+and+Ethan+Haircut+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ethan and Jonathan fell asleep on the way to Irvine to get Ethan's haircut. I couldn't resist getting this picture. I had no idea that Jonathan had fallen asleep until we pulled into the parking lot. I must say that I have been meaning to get Ethan's hair cut for a long time, but I just couldn't seem to part with his sweet curls. I guess that when people start telling you what a pretty little girl he is that it is past time to cut it. I would have done it myself, but I didn't want to cut it too short. I just wanted it trimmed so that we wouldn't lose all of the curls so we had to go to a salon and Keith's mom had a coupon to Rainbow Kids. They are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;apparently&lt;/span&gt; the best in Orange County for kids haircuts. So that's what we did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_igTyBdJlWxI/SXdoquYB4fI/AAAAAAAAAH0/x6DJ_pbI6AA/s1600-h/J+CTR5+and+Ethan+Haircut+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293814970209919474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_igTyBdJlWxI/SXdoquYB4fI/AAAAAAAAAH0/x6DJ_pbI6AA/s400/J+CTR5+and+Ethan+Haircut+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is his hair before the cut. I wish I would have got a better picture, but I didn't think that I would need one since we were just getting a trim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_igTyBdJlWxI/SXdoqMFi7oI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Cc-8HSYfRO4/s1600-h/J+CTR5+and+Ethan+Haircut+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293814961005588098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_igTyBdJlWxI/SXdoqMFi7oI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Cc-8HSYfRO4/s400/J+CTR5+and+Ethan+Haircut+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is the finished product. As you can see, it is a lot shorter than I wanted it. I'm not too upset, because he does look adorable, but I miss the curls so much! He wasn't exactly cooperative in the chair and cried the entire time. He kept trying to hit the lady's hand away and would scream &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; he heard the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;scissors&lt;/span&gt; cut his hair. I had to hold his hands down just so she could cut his hair. When she went to trim the front I told her to go just above his eyebrow by a fingertip. Instead she kind of cut it all off. I don't blame her though, Ethan was not an easy subject. I just wish I didn't waste the money. I could have done this cut at home with the clippers. Anyway, now we won't have to cut his hair for a long time! Ethan now looks a lot older with his new haircut, but he still acts like our same little goofball.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_igTyBdJlWxI/SXdmFCJGZ7I/AAAAAAAAAHM/beBrabLe1yQ/s1600-h/J+CTR5+and+Ethan+Haircut+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293812123657725874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_igTyBdJlWxI/SXdmFCJGZ7I/AAAAAAAAAHM/beBrabLe1yQ/s400/J+CTR5+and+Ethan+Haircut+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Since the new year began a few things have changed. Jonathan is no longer a Sunbeam, much to my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;sadness&lt;/span&gt;, and is now a CTR 5. I can't believe how fast things are moving in our life. I feel like I just potty trained him and now he is truly a kid and there are no more traces of the little baby I used to hold. He frequently reminds me of how big he is and that he can do &lt;em&gt;anything&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_igTyBdJlWxI/SXdmEtBKBHI/AAAAAAAAAHE/Ln2TDgAvoQc/s1600-h/J+CTR5+and+Ethan+Haircut+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293812117987263602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_igTyBdJlWxI/SXdmEtBKBHI/AAAAAAAAAHE/Ln2TDgAvoQc/s400/J+CTR5+and+Ethan+Haircut+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It was a pretty hectic Sunday morning and I threw the kids in the bath to wash them really fast. Ethan I finished first and got him out and dressed. Jonathan washed himself, although I had to get his hair, and got out and dried off. I told him that as soon as I was done with Ethan that I would get him dressed. He &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;disappeared&lt;/span&gt; into his room and I assumed he was playing. About ten minutes later I was finished with Ethan and went to get Jonathan. He walked out of his room before I could get there and was dressed. I was so pleased. He gets himself dressed everyday, but I usually have to fight him to wear Sunday clothes so I was totally prepared for the fight. He was in the above outfit when he walked out of his room and said, "Okay, Mom, I'm ready to go." He then proceeded to walk downstairs to wait for me to get dressed. I was beyond shocked and pleased. Sometimes our kids kind of just grow up without us even realising it.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1721424700729604599-1107695824083890353?l=lutz-clan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lutz-clan.blogspot.com/feeds/1107695824083890353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1721424700729604599&amp;postID=1107695824083890353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1721424700729604599/posts/default/1107695824083890353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1721424700729604599/posts/default/1107695824083890353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lutz-clan.blogspot.com/2009/01/jonathan-and-ethan-are-growing-so-fast.html' title='Jonathan and Ethan are growing so fast!'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01227053190324426138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_igTyBdJlWxI/SWvLiXRb5UI/AAAAAAAAAFk/AfIrxlMyTas/S220/andrea.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_igTyBdJlWxI/SXdosZc8WTI/AAAAAAAAAH8/WGY_RrodbJk/s72-c/J+CTR5+and+Ethan+Haircut+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1721424700729604599.post-7498560581683938746</id><published>2009-01-21T09:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T10:06:18.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Lights</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_igTyBdJlWxI/SXdhHKCyeNI/AAAAAAAAAG8/QBv6EegCrZA/s1600-h/Jonathan+bday+and+christmas+lights+148.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293806662580336850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_igTyBdJlWxI/SXdhHKCyeNI/AAAAAAAAAG8/QBv6EegCrZA/s400/Jonathan+bday+and+christmas+lights+148.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We went to look at the lights at Christmas. We had a lot of fun together that night walking around and looking. It was cold too! We made it our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;FHE&lt;/span&gt; for the night and went to Pizza Hut after. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ehtan&lt;/span&gt; doesn't like to wait for his food so we had to endure the whining and screeching coming from Ethan while our food was being made. I must say that normally I am not a fan of Pizza Hut pizza, but their organic, or whatever it's called, pizza is really good. It was a lot of fun to have Keith there too. He has been so busy lately and so we really enjoyed our Daddy time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_igTyBdJlWxI/SXdhGjSLmxI/AAAAAAAAAG0/uHPsGpSB9GE/s1600-h/Jonathan+bday+and+christmas+lights+145.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293806652175915794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_igTyBdJlWxI/SXdhGjSLmxI/AAAAAAAAAG0/uHPsGpSB9GE/s400/Jonathan+bday+and+christmas+lights+145.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Ethan loved the "snow" and ran around in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_igTyBdJlWxI/SXdhGR3DAzI/AAAAAAAAAGs/YGLbLiwaMkE/s1600-h/Jonathan+bday+and+christmas+lights+144.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293806647498703666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_igTyBdJlWxI/SXdhGR3DAzI/AAAAAAAAAGs/YGLbLiwaMkE/s400/Jonathan+bday+and+christmas+lights+144.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Jonathan was trying to eat it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_igTyBdJlWxI/SXdhGIrOlWI/AAAAAAAAAGk/uXdr1nH5i1A/s1600-h/Jonathan+bday+and+christmas+lights+138.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293806645033211234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_igTyBdJlWxI/SXdhGIrOlWI/AAAAAAAAAGk/uXdr1nH5i1A/s400/Jonathan+bday+and+christmas+lights+138.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; He kind of looks like me here. You might have to cross your eyes and squint to see it though. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_igTyBdJlWxI/SXdgbNC9djI/AAAAAAAAAGc/syXDmmof6Gs/s1600-h/Jonathan+bday+and+christmas+lights+137.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293805907472119346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_igTyBdJlWxI/SXdgbNC9djI/AAAAAAAAAGc/syXDmmof6Gs/s400/Jonathan+bday+and+christmas+lights+137.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Almost every house on this block was like this. So full of decorations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_igTyBdJlWxI/SXdgaxh75xI/AAAAAAAAAGU/XnTu1-wim6o/s1600-h/Jonathan+bday+and+christmas+lights+135.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293805900085847826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_igTyBdJlWxI/SXdgaxh75xI/AAAAAAAAAGU/XnTu1-wim6o/s400/Jonathan+bday+and+christmas+lights+135.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_igTyBdJlWxI/SXdgZkVcbdI/AAAAAAAAAGM/fUmwJ4xEPWg/s1600-h/Jonathan+bday+and+christmas+lights+134.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293805879363923410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_igTyBdJlWxI/SXdgZkVcbdI/AAAAAAAAAGM/fUmwJ4xEPWg/s400/Jonathan+bday+and+christmas+lights+134.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_igTyBdJlWxI/SXdgZLdfWGI/AAAAAAAAAGE/eHYb0SpvFE8/s1600-h/Jonathan+bday+and+christmas+lights+133.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293805872686782562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_igTyBdJlWxI/SXdgZLdfWGI/AAAAAAAAAGE/eHYb0SpvFE8/s400/Jonathan+bday+and+christmas+lights+133.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; My boys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_igTyBdJlWxI/SXdgYoez2hI/AAAAAAAAAF8/uJ9DQSSKh_M/s1600-h/Jonathan+bday+and+christmas+lights+131.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293805863297079826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_igTyBdJlWxI/SXdgYoez2hI/AAAAAAAAAF8/uJ9DQSSKh_M/s400/Jonathan+bday+and+christmas+lights+131.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Ethan barked at the "doggies." He really loved all the lights. By the end of the street Jonathan was so sure that Santa had come to our house already and that our gifts would be under the tree. We had to explain, again, that Santa only comes once a year. It is fun now that Jonathan is old enough to really be into Christmas. The whole season was full of questions and excitement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1721424700729604599-7498560581683938746?l=lutz-clan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lutz-clan.blogspot.com/feeds/7498560581683938746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1721424700729604599&amp;postID=7498560581683938746' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1721424700729604599/posts/default/7498560581683938746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1721424700729604599/posts/default/7498560581683938746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lutz-clan.blogspot.com/2009/01/we-went-to-look-at-lights-at-christmas.html' title='Christmas Lights'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01227053190324426138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_igTyBdJlWxI/SWvLiXRb5UI/AAAAAAAAAFk/AfIrxlMyTas/S220/andrea.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_igTyBdJlWxI/SXdhHKCyeNI/AAAAAAAAAG8/QBv6EegCrZA/s72-c/Jonathan+bday+and+christmas+lights+148.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1721424700729604599.post-9214282673307499835</id><published>2009-01-12T14:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T08:47:32.728-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing in the snow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_igTyBdJlWxI/SWvCQZ7intI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/YPujmJ6VnkE/s1600-h/Christmas+2008+130.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290535774371094226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_igTyBdJlWxI/SWvCQZ7intI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/YPujmJ6VnkE/s400/Christmas+2008+130.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, we decided that we would drive up to Bear mountain the Saturday after Christmas to go sledding. We weren't the only ones with that fantastic idea. Normally it takes 1 1/2 to 2 hours to get there, but for us it was 5. The boys weren't very patient, but they were better than they could have been. When we finally did make it we had a lot of fun. Jonathan could not get enough of sliding down the hill and Ethan loved to watch and go down with Daddy. The laughs were so cute. The ride home took 4 hours and we were so tired that we all just crashed for the night. Needless to say, we will not try that again on a holiday weekend. The best part was getting a great family photo where everyone is smiling! (A rare &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;occurence&lt;/span&gt; in our family.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_igTyBdJlWxI/SWvBSP5J9nI/AAAAAAAAAFI/bEFrBeQWDWQ/s1600-h/Christmas+2008+137.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290534706524845682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_igTyBdJlWxI/SWvBSP5J9nI/AAAAAAAAAFI/bEFrBeQWDWQ/s400/Christmas+2008+137.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Jonathan sledding by himself. He went up and down that hill so many times!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_igTyBdJlWxI/SWvBRk7dQUI/AAAAAAAAAFA/5dfa80IaAz4/s1600-h/Christmas+2008+134.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290534694991774018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_igTyBdJlWxI/SWvBRk7dQUI/AAAAAAAAAFA/5dfa80IaAz4/s400/Christmas+2008+134.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Ethan, Jonathan and Daddy going down was so funny. The laughing was constant the whole way down. Poor Keith's back was sore after!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_igTyBdJlWxI/SWvBRDezNeI/AAAAAAAAAE4/TPZdefIAJaM/s1600-h/Christmas+2008+116.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290534686013208034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_igTyBdJlWxI/SWvBRDezNeI/AAAAAAAAAE4/TPZdefIAJaM/s400/Christmas+2008+116.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; This is my little Ethan being super cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_igTyBdJlWxI/SWvBQvOc3sI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ktrxRl-CMto/s1600-h/Christmas+2008+110.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290534680575925954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_igTyBdJlWxI/SWvBQvOc3sI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ktrxRl-CMto/s400/Christmas+2008+110.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Jonathan ran straight to the snow and was covered within seconds of arriving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_igTyBdJlWxI/SWvBQfWN6aI/AAAAAAAAAEo/oVqCtEf8Rvo/s1600-h/Christmas+2008+111.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290534676313532834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_igTyBdJlWxI/SWvBQfWN6aI/AAAAAAAAAEo/oVqCtEf8Rvo/s400/Christmas+2008+111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; They had to stand on the sled here because the snow was so powdery that they fell right through. &lt;/span&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/1721424700729604599-9214282673307499835?l=lutz-clan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lutz-clan.blogspot.com/feeds/9214282673307499835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1721424700729604599&amp;postID=9214282673307499835' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1721424700729604599/posts/default/9214282673307499835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1721424700729604599/posts/default/9214282673307499835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lutz-clan.blogspot.com/2009/01/playing-in-snow.html' title='Playing in the snow'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01227053190324426138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_igTyBdJlWxI/SWvLiXRb5UI/AAAAAAAAAFk/AfIrxlMyTas/S220/andrea.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_igTyBdJlWxI/SWvCQZ7intI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/YPujmJ6VnkE/s72-c/Christmas+2008+130.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1721424700729604599.post-5639888672364379649</id><published>2009-01-12T13:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T08:46:49.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_igTyBdJlWxI/SWu-qRKg3tI/AAAAAAAAAEg/E-1IxUPVviA/s1600-h/Christmas+2008+106.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290531820648062674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_igTyBdJlWxI/SWu-qRKg3tI/AAAAAAAAAEg/E-1IxUPVviA/s400/Christmas+2008+106.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; This is the only thing Jonathan asked Santa for. He is so happy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_igTyBdJlWxI/SWu-qK_CyrI/AAAAAAAAAEY/e8dKoEPvJf4/s1600-h/Christmas+2008+104.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290531818989341362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_igTyBdJlWxI/SWu-qK_CyrI/AAAAAAAAAEY/e8dKoEPvJf4/s400/Christmas+2008+104.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Ethan loves his animal train. He makes traing noises and pushes is around the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_igTyBdJlWxI/SWu-ID6ickI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/XkPWBYNt23Q/s1600-h/Christmas+2008+092.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290531232975843906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_igTyBdJlWxI/SWu-ID6ickI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/XkPWBYNt23Q/s400/Christmas+2008+092.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_igTyBdJlWxI/SWu-HmsDIYI/AAAAAAAAAEI/L2CuXe3GdLQ/s1600-h/Christmas+2008+088.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290531225130443138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_igTyBdJlWxI/SWu-HmsDIYI/AAAAAAAAAEI/L2CuXe3GdLQ/s400/Christmas+2008+088.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Daddy picked this out especially for Ethan. Mommy now has to deal with the noise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_igTyBdJlWxI/SWu-GyJNDNI/AAAAAAAAAEA/vx9Vn4aoHYA/s1600-h/Christmas+2008+078.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290531211025648850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_igTyBdJlWxI/SWu-GyJNDNI/AAAAAAAAAEA/vx9Vn4aoHYA/s400/Christmas+2008+078.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Jonathan has been asking me for this for months. Thanks Grandma and Grandpa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_igTyBdJlWxI/SWu-GlScSSI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Di_IV_y76_o/s1600-h/Christmas+2008+074.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290531207574735138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_igTyBdJlWxI/SWu-GlScSSI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Di_IV_y76_o/s400/Christmas+2008+074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; It is hilarious to watch Ethan with this Tickle Me Cookie Monster. He thinks it is so funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_igTyBdJlWxI/SWu-GAyIrrI/AAAAAAAAADw/mYpTIZtkJpY/s1600-h/Christmas+2008+060.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290531197775556274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_igTyBdJlWxI/SWu-GAyIrrI/AAAAAAAAADw/mYpTIZtkJpY/s400/Christmas+2008+060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is what our Christmas looked like after Santa came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_igTyBdJlWxI/SWu9DoCyBRI/AAAAAAAAADo/5ZcXyte0a_Q/s1600-h/Christmas+2008+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290530057263121682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_igTyBdJlWxI/SWu9DoCyBRI/AAAAAAAAADo/5ZcXyte0a_Q/s400/Christmas+2008+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; It was hard to get a decent Santa pic this year. Oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1721424700729604599-5639888672364379649?l=lutz-clan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lutz-clan.blogspot.com/feeds/5639888672364379649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1721424700729604599&amp;postID=5639888672364379649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1721424700729604599/posts/default/5639888672364379649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1721424700729604599/posts/default/5639888672364379649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lutz-clan.blogspot.com/2009/01/christmas-2008.html' title='Christmas 2008'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01227053190324426138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_igTyBdJlWxI/SWvLiXRb5UI/AAAAAAAAAFk/AfIrxlMyTas/S220/andrea.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_igTyBdJlWxI/SWu-qRKg3tI/AAAAAAAAAEg/E-1IxUPVviA/s72-c/Christmas+2008+106.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1721424700729604599.post-7455719091974219199</id><published>2008-09-09T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T08:45:58.685-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Job!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sorry I haven't updated. I am using the excuse that my camara will not upload to my computer, but I should have posted this anyway. Keith got a job three weeks ago. He works for InhouseIT. He is a network manager (or something like that). He gets to install equipment and phone systems along with configuring servers and such. I can't really go into details seeing how I don't speak IT lingo. He seems really happy there and likes all the guys he works with. He is learning a lot and is working long hours, but we are managing. Jonathan took it hardest when Daddy couldn't snuggle with him at night. Keith has made it a point to be home yesterday and today to tuck him in so we are having a good couple of days. I will try to post our family outing from the other weekend as soon as the pictures are on my computer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1721424700729604599-7455719091974219199?l=lutz-clan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lutz-clan.blogspot.com/feeds/7455719091974219199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1721424700729604599&amp;postID=7455719091974219199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1721424700729604599/posts/default/7455719091974219199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1721424700729604599/posts/default/7455719091974219199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lutz-clan.blogspot.com/2008/09/new-job.html' title='New Job!!!'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01227053190324426138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_igTyBdJlWxI/SWvLiXRb5UI/AAAAAAAAAFk/AfIrxlMyTas/S220/andrea.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1721424700729604599.post-5085299181961929173</id><published>2008-07-07T20:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T08:45:11.191-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ethan's Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_igTyBdJlWxI/SHLc6iSUSAI/AAAAAAAAACs/3CfpFDSEEfA/s1600-h/IMG_5895.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220477816269981698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_igTyBdJlWxI/SHLc6iSUSAI/AAAAAAAAACs/3CfpFDSEEfA/s200/IMG_5895.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ethan is such a fun little boy. He loved every minute of his birthday and he made it so much fun to cater to his wants. We went to McDonald's for his first happy meal. Of course he loved it. (It's food, no need to say more.) We took him after we dropped Jonathan off for preschool. It is always fun to see his joy at all the attention he gets when Jonathan is on his own. As a mom, it i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_igTyBdJlWxI/SHLdNGOLjQI/AAAAAAAAAC0/cJv-W0u_nzE/s1600-h/IMG_5933.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220478135153954050" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_igTyBdJlWxI/SHLdNGOLjQI/AAAAAAAAAC0/cJv-W0u_nzE/s200/IMG_5933.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;s hard to balance the two kids and I feel guilty when I think of all the 'alone' time Jonathan received when he was Ethan's age. That night Grandma, Daddy and I took both boys to Chuck E Cheese and they loved it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1721424700729604599-5085299181961929173?l=lutz-clan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lutz-clan.blogspot.com/feeds/5085299181961929173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1721424700729604599&amp;postID=5085299181961929173' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1721424700729604599/posts/default/5085299181961929173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1721424700729604599/posts/default/5085299181961929173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lutz-clan.blogspot.com/2008/07/ethans-birthday.html' title='Ethan&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01227053190324426138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_igTyBdJlWxI/SWvLiXRb5UI/AAAAAAAAAFk/AfIrxlMyTas/S220/andrea.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_igTyBdJlWxI/SHLc6iSUSAI/AAAAAAAAACs/3CfpFDSEEfA/s72-c/IMG_5895.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1721424700729604599.post-4994913435973871153</id><published>2008-06-09T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T08:44:16.223-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='http://bp2.blogger.com/_igTyBdJlWxI/SE4LNOhGAhI/AAAAAAAAAAc/JZA7YmTRLUI/s1600-h/IMG_5559.jpg'/><title type='text'>Meeting the Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_igTyBdJlWxI/SHLetvNAI9I/AAAAAAAAAC8/C6UAGPNmCrU/s1600-h/IMG_5911.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220479795422307282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_igTyBdJlWxI/SHLetvNAI9I/AAAAAAAAAC8/C6UAGPNmCrU/s400/IMG_5911.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_igTyBdJlWxI/SE4KWuhGAfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TmcSxbWCRPc/s1600-h/IMG_5912.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Okay, here I am blogging. Peer pressure has hit me hard in this area and I have caved. I guess that I can start out by introducing my family. Keith, my husband, is an IT Director, currently looking for a position, and his true passion is producing. He majored in Multi-media Communication Technology with an emphasis in producing. He is an awesome father and an extremely supportive husband. I am truly blessed to have him in my life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am a stay at home mom with two kids. I love to read, write, sing, play piano and spend time with my family. I live in Aliso Viejo, California and I enjoy it. I do miss having seasons a little so I look forward to a change in location eventually. I spend my days chasing two boys and trying to keep up with the house work and keeping all of my boys fed and happy. I am terrified off having my two boys grow into teenagers. They already eat as much as I do and I don't even want to know what our grocery bill will be when they are in sports and growing like weeds. (Not like they aren't already)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jonathan is our oldest son at three and is extremely insightful. He is sensitive to the feelings of others and is very protective of his little brother. He just finished up his second semester of preschool and he loves it. Of course I love it as well! He enjoys learning from his teacher, Miss Kelli, and seeing his friends three days a week. He claims Spencer McLendon as his best friend right now, but that changes daily with his activities. Some days his "uncle" Han is his best friend. Such is the nature of children, but it is fun to watch him acclimate to social circles all the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ethan is a robust one year old and one of the happiest babies I have ever seen. He loves to laugh and eat, sometimes he does both at the same time. His favorite activity is watching Jonathan run around in circles, literally. He loves to say "Dadadadada", much to my chagrin, and thinks it's funny when I try to get him to say "Mama". His favorite toy is a Leap Frog table that Jonathan generously donated to him on his first birthday. We are very proud of Jonathan for doing that willingly and he has yet to take it back, I am still waiting for that to happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, that sums up the family pretty well. I am unsure of how often I will update, but I think that this will be fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1721424700729604599-4994913435973871153?l=lutz-clan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lutz-clan.blogspot.com/feeds/4994913435973871153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1721424700729604599&amp;postID=4994913435973871153' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1721424700729604599/posts/default/4994913435973871153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1721424700729604599/posts/default/4994913435973871153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lutz-clan.blogspot.com/2008/06/meeting-family.html' title='Meeting the Family'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01227053190324426138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_igTyBdJlWxI/SWvLiXRb5UI/AAAAAAAAAFk/AfIrxlMyTas/S220/andrea.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_igTyBdJlWxI/SHLetvNAI9I/AAAAAAAAAC8/C6UAGPNmCrU/s72-c/IMG_5911.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
