<?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-5841811552664042177</id><updated>2011-11-27T18:44:12.266-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Brown Family</title><subtitle type='html'>It's all about Katie, Bill and Charlotte!!!! Well, mostly Charlotte...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrownstory.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841811552664042177/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrownstory.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>thebrowns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865664538382188301</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>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841811552664042177.post-6416855028429367108</id><published>2008-07-20T15:45:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T16:06:30.221-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Charlotte's likes and dislikes</title><content type='html'>Charlotte is becoming a little lady and discovering what she likes and dislikes. Below are a few examples.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Likes:&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Bunny&lt;br /&gt;Measuring cups&lt;br /&gt;Tupperware&lt;br /&gt;Shoes&lt;br /&gt;Tags from new clothing&lt;br /&gt;What Mom and Dad eat. Even though it is the same food &lt;br /&gt;Anything with buttons. Includes but not limited to - computer, remote controls, microwave..... &lt;br /&gt;Do see a pattern here? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dislikes:&lt;br /&gt;Her own toys...&lt;br /&gt;Eggs&lt;br /&gt;not getting her own way&lt;br /&gt;Naps&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841811552664042177-6416855028429367108?l=thebrownstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrownstory.blogspot.com/feeds/6416855028429367108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5841811552664042177&amp;postID=6416855028429367108' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841811552664042177/posts/default/6416855028429367108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841811552664042177/posts/default/6416855028429367108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrownstory.blogspot.com/2008/07/charlottes-likes-and-dislikes.html' title='Charlotte&apos;s likes and dislikes'/><author><name>thebrowns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865664538382188301</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-5841811552664042177.post-1130525895675211664</id><published>2008-06-29T20:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T20:09:44.566-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://widgetserver.com/syndication/subscriber/InsertWidget.js?appId=1beb6b87-34cf-4f00-8ded-29d70e2e8f9c"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;noscript&gt;Get the &lt;a href="http://www.widgetbox.com/widget/countdown-clock"&gt;Countdown Clock&lt;/a&gt; widget and many other &lt;a href="http://www.widgetbox.com/galleryhome/"&gt;great free widgets&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.widgetbox.com"&gt;Widgetbox&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/noscript&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841811552664042177-1130525895675211664?l=thebrownstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrownstory.blogspot.com/feeds/1130525895675211664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5841811552664042177&amp;postID=1130525895675211664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841811552664042177/posts/default/1130525895675211664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841811552664042177/posts/default/1130525895675211664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrownstory.blogspot.com/2008/06/get-countdown-clock-widget-and-many.html' title=''/><author><name>thebrowns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865664538382188301</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-5841811552664042177.post-8307608997105196957</id><published>2008-06-24T23:02:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T23:11:34.324-05:00</updated><title type='text'>what a night!</title><content type='html'>I didn't get home from work until Charlotte was fast asleep, but don't worry she gave us a sweet treat! As in eating too much or accidentally gagging herself on Mr. Bunny and projectile vomits all over her beautiful bedding and bed! To make matters worse, there's a beep from the fire alarm stating that's it is time to change the battery...and we can't reach the damn thing. DUH, use a ladder! Oh we don't have one and the apt people won't come out after hours to help. I'm hoping to get a good night's rest! Oh, did I mention it beeps every minute? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's about 11 pm and I want to know what's for dinner??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until another adventure...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841811552664042177-8307608997105196957?l=thebrownstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrownstory.blogspot.com/feeds/8307608997105196957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5841811552664042177&amp;postID=8307608997105196957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841811552664042177/posts/default/8307608997105196957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841811552664042177/posts/default/8307608997105196957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrownstory.blogspot.com/2008/06/what-night.html' title='what a night!'/><author><name>thebrowns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865664538382188301</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-5841811552664042177.post-8386944569934492412</id><published>2008-06-04T23:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T23:23:04.221-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Charlotte's First Year</title><content type='html'>We've conquered a whole year with Charlotte! Maybe we’re exaggerating a bit; she’s been an angel from day one! You’re about to witness the most incredible 10 minute recap of the million pictures we took. Be sure to have your sound up! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With her exuberant smile, lively personality, contagious laugh, and the joy she brings everyone she meets, it is very hard not to love sweet Charlotte. Everyday as she wakes, she makes our day that so much more special and we just can’t imagine life without her…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4d7a59774d5459304f413d3d0d0a&amp;campaign=blog_playback_link" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="303" alt="Click to play Charlotte's 1st Year" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4d7a59774d5459304f413d3d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=google&amp;campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="46" alt="Create your own slideshow - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;Make a Smilebox slideshow&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841811552664042177-8386944569934492412?l=thebrownstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrownstory.blogspot.com/feeds/8386944569934492412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5841811552664042177&amp;postID=8386944569934492412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841811552664042177/posts/default/8386944569934492412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841811552664042177/posts/default/8386944569934492412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrownstory.blogspot.com/2008/06/charlottes-first-year.html' title='Charlotte&apos;s First Year'/><author><name>thebrowns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865664538382188301</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-5841811552664042177.post-1397437090508515679</id><published>2008-03-15T14:31:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:08:50.713-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepy Charlotte</title><content type='html'>Charlotte doesn't need a pacifer to soothe herself to sleep, she just needs a blankie. When she can't reach her blanket, this is the result....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9_z29DDAEEo/R9wnD6M8MnI/AAAAAAAAACY/CEnoUCK9VME/s1600-h/char+sleep.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9_z29DDAEEo/R9wnD6M8MnI/AAAAAAAAACY/CEnoUCK9VME/s320/char+sleep.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178056619685851762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9_z29DDAEEo/R9wnQaM8MoI/AAAAAAAAACg/MobkO7O8IF4/s1600-h/char+sleeps2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9_z29DDAEEo/R9wnQaM8MoI/AAAAAAAAACg/MobkO7O8IF4/s320/char+sleeps2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178056834434216578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9_z29DDAEEo/R9wndKM8MpI/AAAAAAAAACo/f2IB7WOvNq0/s1600-h/char+sleeps3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9_z29DDAEEo/R9wndKM8MpI/AAAAAAAAACo/f2IB7WOvNq0/s320/char+sleeps3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178057053477548690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841811552664042177-1397437090508515679?l=thebrownstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrownstory.blogspot.com/feeds/1397437090508515679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5841811552664042177&amp;postID=1397437090508515679' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841811552664042177/posts/default/1397437090508515679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841811552664042177/posts/default/1397437090508515679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrownstory.blogspot.com/2008/03/sleepy-charlotte.html' title='Sleepy Charlotte'/><author><name>thebrowns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865664538382188301</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/_9_z29DDAEEo/R9wnD6M8MnI/AAAAAAAAACY/CEnoUCK9VME/s72-c/char+sleep.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841811552664042177.post-7447517150758392712</id><published>2008-03-15T14:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:08:50.849-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Charlotte can sign!!!</title><content type='html'>A few days ago Charlotte signed her first word, milk. Her first verbal word was    uh-oh, which was about two weeks ago! It is just amazing how smart babies are! More signed and verbal words to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out my teeth..... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9_z29DDAEEo/R9wjh6M8MmI/AAAAAAAAACQ/8uS6NFZhqqA/s1600-h/charlotte+%26+teeth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9_z29DDAEEo/R9wjh6M8MmI/AAAAAAAAACQ/8uS6NFZhqqA/s320/charlotte+%26+teeth.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178052737035416162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841811552664042177-7447517150758392712?l=thebrownstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrownstory.blogspot.com/feeds/7447517150758392712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5841811552664042177&amp;postID=7447517150758392712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841811552664042177/posts/default/7447517150758392712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841811552664042177/posts/default/7447517150758392712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrownstory.blogspot.com/2008/03/charlotte-can-sign.html' title='Charlotte can sign!!!'/><author><name>thebrowns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865664538382188301</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/_9_z29DDAEEo/R9wjh6M8MmI/AAAAAAAAACQ/8uS6NFZhqqA/s72-c/charlotte+%26+teeth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841811552664042177.post-3873555486736568910</id><published>2008-03-10T21:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T21:47:36.273-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Something other than Charlotte...</title><content type='html'>We'll be married for a whole year on March 30!!! And what a great year it has been! I love Bill!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841811552664042177-3873555486736568910?l=thebrownstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrownstory.blogspot.com/feeds/3873555486736568910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5841811552664042177&amp;postID=3873555486736568910' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841811552664042177/posts/default/3873555486736568910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841811552664042177/posts/default/3873555486736568910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrownstory.blogspot.com/2008/03/something-other-than-charlotte.html' title='Something other than Charlotte...'/><author><name>thebrowns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865664538382188301</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-5841811552664042177.post-7778704478407765645</id><published>2008-02-17T22:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T21:43:12.332-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The toys are taking over...</title><content type='html'>How much stuff does one little person need??? Primary colors are taking over our color scheme in our apartment! The good news is that Charlotte figured out to crawl today! On one side, I'm really excited about this new milestone, but on the other, she's going to be across the kitchen and in the room in a blink of an eye. Speaking of eyes, Charlotte had pink eye last week! I'm sure one of many to come. Daycare has called us twice last week, "Mrs. Brown, Charlotte rolled over and hit her head." "Mrs. Brown, Charlotte was reaching for a toy off the shelf and konked herself in the head." Oh, I can't wait until next week!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlotte's two top teeth are breaking through. I really want her to stay a baby and never grow up! I know it is far away, but I'm really dreading the teenage years...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841811552664042177-7778704478407765645?l=thebrownstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrownstory.blogspot.com/feeds/7778704478407765645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5841811552664042177&amp;postID=7778704478407765645' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841811552664042177/posts/default/7778704478407765645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841811552664042177/posts/default/7778704478407765645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrownstory.blogspot.com/2008/02/toys-are-taking-over.html' title='The toys are taking over...'/><author><name>thebrowns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865664538382188301</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-5841811552664042177.post-4963686853821891463</id><published>2007-12-22T14:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:08:51.198-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Charlotte meets Santa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9_z29DDAEEo/R4BqF_9epMI/AAAAAAAAAB0/BnS24WyLEhE/s1600-h/Charlotte_and_Santa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9_z29DDAEEo/R4BqF_9epMI/AAAAAAAAAB0/BnS24WyLEhE/s320/Charlotte_and_Santa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152234625013032130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to visit Santa at the Northpark Mall during our Christmas break and what a surprise we were in for. HAHA! I knew there would be a wait, but we ended up waiting 5 hours for a 30 second trip to see the BIG man. It was well worth it! This picture was taken at 10:15 PM and she is ALL smiles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We celebrated Christmas with Bill's parents and Grandpa before they headed to NY to visit with Emily and Nicholas and my parents and sister came in to celebrate the day before Christmas Eve. I think both families had a great time visiting! Charlotte loves the sound of paper, but took her about 15 minutes to open one gift! She's practicing for next year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9_z29DDAEEo/R4BsUP9epNI/AAAAAAAAAB8/zOAP5V_LWUM/s1600-h/char+open+pres.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9_z29DDAEEo/R4BsUP9epNI/AAAAAAAAAB8/zOAP5V_LWUM/s320/char+open+pres.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152237068849423570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841811552664042177-4963686853821891463?l=thebrownstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrownstory.blogspot.com/feeds/4963686853821891463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5841811552664042177&amp;postID=4963686853821891463' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841811552664042177/posts/default/4963686853821891463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841811552664042177/posts/default/4963686853821891463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrownstory.blogspot.com/2007/12/charlotte-meets-santa.html' title='Charlotte meets Santa'/><author><name>thebrowns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865664538382188301</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/_9_z29DDAEEo/R4BqF_9epMI/AAAAAAAAAB0/BnS24WyLEhE/s72-c/Charlotte_and_Santa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841811552664042177.post-5426396923557072419</id><published>2007-11-19T22:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T08:04:00.854-06:00</updated><title type='text'>How time flies....</title><content type='html'>I just cannot believe Charlotte is going to be 6 months old on Thursday-Thanksgiving Day!! She's growing and learning so much! She's been teething, but no teeth yet. I think I'm going to cry when that first one pops up! Next is going to be crawling, walking, talking, talking back, boys and the list goes on and on.....&lt;br /&gt;I am happy that she's sleeping through the night. Now how to I get her to sleep in on the weekends??? She loves to know what's going on. Just today when Bill picked her up from school the teacher said she always falls asleep once the last baby leaves! She'll also start on baby food next week and it should be an adventure.&lt;br /&gt;She LOVES to jump in her jumper/activity center. It's soooo cute. Check her out on the below link.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hqzk0Vadw7c&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841811552664042177-5426396923557072419?l=thebrownstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrownstory.blogspot.com/feeds/5426396923557072419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5841811552664042177&amp;postID=5426396923557072419' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841811552664042177/posts/default/5426396923557072419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841811552664042177/posts/default/5426396923557072419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrownstory.blogspot.com/2007/11/how-time-flies.html' title='How time flies....'/><author><name>thebrowns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865664538382188301</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-5841811552664042177.post-4823621674055342518</id><published>2007-10-07T12:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T12:25:30.418-05:00</updated><title type='text'>daycare and work</title><content type='html'>WOW! I've been busy!! I started back at work a month ago and Charlotte is now at daycare. I always heard these stories of the first day of dropping off your kid. I do admit I had a little tear, but now waterworks! I know it's the best for both of us. The start of the 2nd week she caught a cold! I knew it was going to happen, but the 2nd week into it??? The "teachers" are all nice except for the "head honcho." She called day to tell me Charlotte was pooping too much and I might have to come pick her up. Then she called b/c Charlotte had a bad diaper rash and she was screaming her head off. OK - when I took her home she didn't scream! Maybe she doesn't like you! The head honcho also said she sleeps through the night b/c doesn't sleep at daycare and fusses all day. She just wants to be held. What do they expect? She's a BABY!! Bill thinks she tries to find anything wrong with the babies to send them home and and make her job easier! I'm beginning to believe it myself. We've talked to other moms and they have the same problem. One more comment and she's going down!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841811552664042177-4823621674055342518?l=thebrownstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrownstory.blogspot.com/feeds/4823621674055342518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5841811552664042177&amp;postID=4823621674055342518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841811552664042177/posts/default/4823621674055342518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841811552664042177/posts/default/4823621674055342518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrownstory.blogspot.com/2007/10/daycare-and-work.html' title='daycare and work'/><author><name>thebrowns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865664538382188301</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-5841811552664042177.post-2877493062412432473</id><published>2007-09-02T11:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T12:00:28.642-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Charlotte's 2 month checkup 7-22-07</title><content type='html'>A few days before our doctor appt I noticed Charlotte was getting red in her diaper area. I thought it was a diaper rash and when Dr Hubbard saw it she said no it wasn't. They took some swabs and sent it to the lab. Comes back that she has Strep!!! How did she get this??? I wipe her well and bathe her!!! This Dr must think I'm a horrible mother, but I'm not! We get medicine and a few weeks pass and she gets it again! I'm thinking what could cause this? One morning when Charlotte woke me up at 3:30AM, I'm changing her diaper and I lean over to the wipes warmer and the light bulb goes off in my head. This is it!!! The wipes warmer is causing all this bacteria! It makes sense, bacteria grows in wet, dark places! I stopped using it immediately and within the day it cleared up! If you are expecting or plan on having a baby, do not waste your money on a wipe warmer. We survived without one!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841811552664042177-2877493062412432473?l=thebrownstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrownstory.blogspot.com/feeds/2877493062412432473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5841811552664042177&amp;postID=2877493062412432473' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841811552664042177/posts/default/2877493062412432473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841811552664042177/posts/default/2877493062412432473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrownstory.blogspot.com/2007/09/charlottes-2-month-checkup.html' title='Charlotte&apos;s 2 month checkup 7-22-07'/><author><name>thebrowns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865664538382188301</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-5841811552664042177.post-9080707088000903305</id><published>2007-08-04T22:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T22:58:12.709-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Charlotte Coos</title><content type='html'>Charlotte is now cooing and smiling for a purpose! :) Click the link below to see Charlotte cooing and laughing.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6GcGk4y3zKA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841811552664042177-9080707088000903305?l=thebrownstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrownstory.blogspot.com/feeds/9080707088000903305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5841811552664042177&amp;postID=9080707088000903305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841811552664042177/posts/default/9080707088000903305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841811552664042177/posts/default/9080707088000903305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrownstory.blogspot.com/2007/08/charlotte-coos.html' title='Charlotte Coos'/><author><name>thebrowns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865664538382188301</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-5841811552664042177.post-8069870125831309720</id><published>2007-07-25T13:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:08:51.384-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My previous LOVE</title><content type='html'>So before I met Bill and had Charlotte my first love/obsession was Dave Matthews. If you don't not know who Dave Matthews is, shame on you! Just to name a few things I used to do are: I would plan my vacations around &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;DMB&lt;/span&gt; shows and write the lyrics to my favorite songs instead of listening to professors (I still got an A in those classes thank you very much). In college &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Mandy&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Amanda&lt;/span&gt; and I would would pretend we were members of the band and play air guitars and sing along to our fave songs, Tripping Billies and Stay! I miss those girls! Reunion? In recent years I haven't been able to keep up with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;DMB&lt;/span&gt; b/c of work and since I've been on maternity leave I've been catching up. I came upon the following article "You know you are obsessed with Dave Matthews when" and decide to share a few of the obsessions. For some of you that know me well will laugh and say, "yeah, that's Katie." Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*You've tried to excessively mimic that crazy ass dance he does at live shows.&lt;br /&gt;*You do the eyebrow and facial type gestures that Dave does when singing a Dave song.&lt;br /&gt;*You make your friends stop the radio on a Dave song when they're flipping channels, even if you know the song is already or almost over.&lt;br /&gt;*You feel light headed and woozy 5 minutes before &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;DMB&lt;/span&gt; takes the stage at EVERY concert (and you are not drunk)&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; I don't drink b/c I'm afraid I'll have to leave and use the restroom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*You day dream about becoming rich when you are older so you can hire the band to play at your wedding, playing a set list completely devised by you.&lt;br /&gt;*When you are at a concert and everyone around you thinks your psychic because you can tell what song it is by the combination of Dave's guitar, Stefan's bass, and what note Dave has his hand.&lt;br /&gt;*When you are 100% certain your very first dance song at your future wedding is I'll Back You Up. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Or Crush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*When you proceed to inform your family on how many which ways you plan on getting to a concert halfway across the country. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Traveled to Rhode Island, North Carolina, Georgia, Texas, Florida and Colorado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*You make a romantic play list of ONLY &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;DMB&lt;/span&gt; songs. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I'm in the process of making Charlotte a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;cd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*You join a Dave Matthews Band &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;MYSPACE&lt;/span&gt; group.&lt;br /&gt;*You get pissed when somebody tells you they have no idea who Dave Matthews Band is.&lt;br /&gt;*You have a dream about meeting the band, but then wake up and are horribly saddened by the fact that it was only a dream. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Ha! I met him. Please see pic below!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*You &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; go out with a person because he/ she says the band is trash.&lt;br /&gt;*When you just can't fathom how people could NOT love this band, and you try to get everyone you know as hooked as you are, despite what they listen to.&lt;br /&gt;*You have a majority of your bookmarked pages on your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt; explorer being &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;DMB&lt;/span&gt; related websites.&lt;br /&gt;*When you stick a camera in your chest to get it past security so you can take pics inside the venue.&lt;br /&gt;*When you strongly think of naming your first child Dave, Boyd, Stefan, Carter, Leroi, or Grace.&lt;br /&gt;*Know every word to every song.&lt;br /&gt;*Listen to at least one song of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;DMB&lt;/span&gt; everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are just a few &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;obsessions&lt;/span&gt;, please let me know if you'd like to read the full list. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please check out the below picture. HA! Me and Dave!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9_z29DDAEEo/RqejLZbzuXI/AAAAAAAAABU/XzJ8dnwS1lU/s1600-h/met+dave.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091217319967046002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9_z29DDAEEo/RqejLZbzuXI/AAAAAAAAABU/XzJ8dnwS1lU/s320/met+dave.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/5841811552664042177-8069870125831309720?l=thebrownstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrownstory.blogspot.com/feeds/8069870125831309720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5841811552664042177&amp;postID=8069870125831309720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841811552664042177/posts/default/8069870125831309720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841811552664042177/posts/default/8069870125831309720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrownstory.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-previous-love.html' title='My previous LOVE'/><author><name>thebrowns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865664538382188301</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/_9_z29DDAEEo/RqejLZbzuXI/AAAAAAAAABU/XzJ8dnwS1lU/s72-c/met+dave.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841811552664042177.post-3512336888863889576</id><published>2007-07-18T11:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T12:12:00.781-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Huggies nightmare.....</title><content type='html'>Charlotte was swinging in her swing and I decided to pick her up to play. I noticed she leaked through the front of her diaper, then I turned her around and the diaper leaked all the way up the middle of her back and all over the swing! I opened up her diaper and it was the BIGGEST mess so far! I reached for the wipes and there were none! Let me remind you her diaper is still open and her feet and hands are flailing about. As you guessed by the time I opened a new pack of wipes, it was all over her limbs! I think, "why did I not close it up!" As all this is happening, Charlotte's looking at me like a crazy woman! I probably could have used the whole pack of wipes for this mess, but decided to put her in the tub and hose her off! I'm switching back to Pampers diapers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW, the joys of motherhood!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841811552664042177-3512336888863889576?l=thebrownstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrownstory.blogspot.com/feeds/3512336888863889576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5841811552664042177&amp;postID=3512336888863889576' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841811552664042177/posts/default/3512336888863889576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841811552664042177/posts/default/3512336888863889576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrownstory.blogspot.com/2007/07/huggies-nightmare.html' title='The Huggies nightmare.....'/><author><name>thebrowns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865664538382188301</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-5841811552664042177.post-8347193035822813294</id><published>2007-07-01T11:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T16:51:00.516-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Week 7 of Charlotte</title><content type='html'>I kinda have a daily routine, it starts around 5 am when Charlotte wants to eat. She did have 2 nights that she sleep through the night. Then we go back to bed and wake up about 10. She eats again and we play - well kind of - I make funny faces and read books to her. She's probably thinking "What the heck is this crazy lady doing?" For nap time, I used to hold her and not get anything done, now I'm putting her in her big girl crib. It's nice to take a shower and clean up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlotte has now discovered her hands and feet and she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;recognizes&lt;/span&gt; our voices and perks up, especially Daddy. She is definitely a Daddy's Little Girl! One of her favorite things is bath time. She kicks her feet and flails her arms in the water. She gets so upset when it's time to get out. I thought maybe she was cold when getting out of the tub, but I put her back in and she plays! Next week is her 2 month check up with shots! Stay tuned!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841811552664042177-8347193035822813294?l=thebrownstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrownstory.blogspot.com/feeds/8347193035822813294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5841811552664042177&amp;postID=8347193035822813294' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841811552664042177/posts/default/8347193035822813294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841811552664042177/posts/default/8347193035822813294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrownstory.blogspot.com/2007/07/week-7-of-charlotte.html' title='Week 7 of Charlotte'/><author><name>thebrowns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865664538382188301</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-5841811552664042177.post-2982658730512565595</id><published>2007-06-21T11:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:08:51.978-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Charlotte Grace Brown</title><content type='html'>Bill was amazing during our pregnancy! As I was always feeling fat and bloated, he would look at me and say "I've always thought you were beautiful, but you are extremely beautiful pregnant." So sweet! He went to every dr appointment (except one) and probably never wants to go back into the room with me again! The last month visits were never fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlotte was due on May 15th (my birthday) but she just didn't want to join us so we induced on May 21st and she was born on May 22nd. It was not easy! Especially when the lady next door was screaming her lungs out! Bill thought that baby was coming out sideways! The nurse came in and informed me that the screaming lady did not have an epidural....that was dumb! I'm a wimp, I had the epidural as soon as I felt pain! The quick version of the evening/day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-May 21st 7 pm: arrive at Presbyterian Hospital of Dallas&lt;br /&gt;-8 pm start induction; feel contractions through the night, but not painful&lt;br /&gt;-May 22nd 3:30 am; now I'm feeling really uncomfortable and in some pain&lt;br /&gt;-4:30 am Bill and I decide it's time for the epidural. Now, I was really scared about the epidural and thinking it was going to be the worst thing. It was so easy, it felt like a bee sting! Unfortunately, Bill couldn't be in the room with me, but a had a wonderful nurse to hold me still. -6 am - 11:30 am; After that I couldn't sleep and was really anxious and nervous.&lt;br /&gt;-Around noon the nurse said it was time for this baby to arrive!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I push and push and push for 2 hours to find out she'll never be able to come out though the birth canal! We didn't know this, but I have a crooked pelvic bone! After all that hard work the dr said we had to have a c-section. At this point I was so sleep deprived and exhausted and now upset that I need a c-section. It felt like a whirlwind after she said c-section. Like her team was right outside the door just waiting. People were poking me and then wheeling me down to the OR. It was like I was in a movie! 45 minutes later Charlotte arrived! She was born at 3:47 pm and weighed in at 7 pounds 15 ounces and 19 and a half inches. OK - maybe that wasn't a quick version...&lt;br /&gt;Charlotte with Dr Crockett&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9_z29DDAEEo/Rnq-rJuU8NI/AAAAAAAAAA8/cvIlJbzo8AY/s1600-h/IMG_0544.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078581178367537362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9_z29DDAEEo/Rnq-rJuU8NI/AAAAAAAAAA8/cvIlJbzo8AY/s320/IMG_0544.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Our new addition to the Brown Family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9_z29DDAEEo/Rnq7-JuU8KI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Pm9GfCiSnMM/s1600-h/IMG_0552.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078578206250168482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9_z29DDAEEo/Rnq7-JuU8KI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Pm9GfCiSnMM/s320/IMG_0552.jpg" border="0" /&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;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Charlotte and Mommy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9_z29DDAEEo/Rnq7-ZuU8LI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ry3FXpUTCF8/s1600-h/IMG_0586.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078578210545135794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9_z29DDAEEo/Rnq7-ZuU8LI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ry3FXpUTCF8/s320/IMG_0586.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Charlotte and Daddy &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9_z29DDAEEo/RnrBU5uU8OI/AAAAAAAAABE/hHNCdBphwEE/s1600-h/IMG_0604.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078584094650331362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9_z29DDAEEo/RnrBU5uU8OI/AAAAAAAAABE/hHNCdBphwEE/s320/IMG_0604.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841811552664042177-2982658730512565595?l=thebrownstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrownstory.blogspot.com/feeds/2982658730512565595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5841811552664042177&amp;postID=2982658730512565595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841811552664042177/posts/default/2982658730512565595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841811552664042177/posts/default/2982658730512565595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrownstory.blogspot.com/2007/06/charlotte-grace-brown.html' title='Charlotte Grace Brown'/><author><name>thebrowns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865664538382188301</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/_9_z29DDAEEo/Rnq-rJuU8NI/AAAAAAAAAA8/cvIlJbzo8AY/s72-c/IMG_0544.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841811552664042177.post-7458912407016633583</id><published>2007-06-06T17:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:08:52.123-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Marriage</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9_z29DDAEEo/Rnq635uU8II/AAAAAAAAAAU/zRvhcKjtp1k/s1600-h/IMG_0400.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078576999364358274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9_z29DDAEEo/Rnq635uU8II/AAAAAAAAAAU/zRvhcKjtp1k/s320/IMG_0400.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were married on March 30, 2007 by Pastor Dean at Grace Chruch in Plano. The ceremony was small with just our parents and Bill's grandparents. When I was getting my hair done the stylist asked me what the occasion and I told him I was getting married. He was in total shock that I wasn't freaking out. I just know that Bill and I are meant to be so why worry?! Bill is truly what I've looked for in a husband and best friend and I'm so thankful that he is in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn't the best picture, but oh well!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841811552664042177-7458912407016633583?l=thebrownstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrownstory.blogspot.com/feeds/7458912407016633583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5841811552664042177&amp;postID=7458912407016633583' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841811552664042177/posts/default/7458912407016633583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841811552664042177/posts/default/7458912407016633583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrownstory.blogspot.com/2007/06/our-marriage.html' title='Our Marriage'/><author><name>thebrowns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865664538382188301</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/_9_z29DDAEEo/Rnq635uU8II/AAAAAAAAAAU/zRvhcKjtp1k/s72-c/IMG_0400.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841811552664042177.post-3315836373456634626</id><published>2007-06-04T11:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:08:52.351-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Katie &amp; Bill - How we met</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9_z29DDAEEo/Rnq6apuU8HI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QIJHqwcdCMs/s1600-h/billkat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078576496853184626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9_z29DDAEEo/Rnq6apuU8HI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QIJHqwcdCMs/s320/billkat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's a quick overview of how we met:&lt;br /&gt;Just like any other Friday night, Kristi (my then roommate) and I went to the Quarter Bar in Uptown Dallas. We said hi to a friend that was talking with Bill and his friend and we were introduced. Our mutual friend left and Kristi and I spent the remainder of the night with Bill and his friend. Now, I'm not the kinda girl to be looking for a guy at a bar, especially in Dallas. Kristi was getting marriend in two weeks, so what does every taken friend do for her single girls? Try to find them a nice guy. Right when we were leaving Kristi goes, "If you want her number she'll give it to you." Bill called about a week later and we went on a date. The rest is history.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841811552664042177-3315836373456634626?l=thebrownstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrownstory.blogspot.com/feeds/3315836373456634626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5841811552664042177&amp;postID=3315836373456634626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841811552664042177/posts/default/3315836373456634626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841811552664042177/posts/default/3315836373456634626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrownstory.blogspot.com/2007/06/katie-bill-how-we-met.html' title='Katie &amp; Bill - How we met'/><author><name>thebrowns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865664538382188301</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/_9_z29DDAEEo/Rnq6apuU8HI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QIJHqwcdCMs/s72-c/billkat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
